◇♡◇Pussy portals and tentacled tongued monsters. Yes, please!
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You wait a week before opening it. The random box that appeared on your doorstep. No return address or sender listed.
Inside was a smaller box, white with a bunch of small foreign script. The front face pictures a golden ring pinched between two blue, clawed fingers.
Opening the package you slip the smooth, solid gold band free from a velvet drawbag. It's a bit smaller than a bracelet and surprisingly heavy. Maybe it's a bangle meant to be permanent once you manage to force it on? The monster fingers on the packaging are odd though. Probably a costume company with good quality jewelry.
You shrug it off, tossing the little metal band onto the coffee table with a clink.
It's hours later, after you've settled down on the couch, nose deep in a dirty novel that the gold band starts to vibrate. Rattling violently against the glass table, a white-ish blue glow begins slowly circling in towards the center of the ring. You stare on dumbly as the little portal fully forms and seconds later a tongue unfolds from the alien device.
Pink, long, with a base lined in contracting suckers. The tentacle tongue licks at the air reaching for you, blue saliva dripping in globs down the thick appendage.
Your cunt throbs at the sight.
A needy whine echoes through the portal, the tongue twisting to show off its tentacle underside to entice you in. You don't second guess it. You'd debate the mortality of it all later. You snatch up the portal.
Out of curiosity, and a needy itch under your skin, you bring the alien tongue close to your face, barely hesitating before licking between the suckers of the firm muscle. It stiffens under your soft tongue, suckers pulsing erratically, before turning pliant and dancing up along your tongue, the muscle hungrily filling the inside of your mouth. It's warm, saliva a bit sweet and your eyes roll back as it forces your mouth wide, filling until it's gently pushing down your throat.
Laid out on your back you let the ring just rest on your face. As the monster manages to work their tongue deep into your throat you actually feel their lips ravage yours through the portal.
There's only so much of the deep, stroking licks you can take. There's nowhere to breathe around greedy muscle.
You both whine as you drag the portal away, forcibly removing the monster. But it only takes you a second to shove your shorts down.
Twisting around you kneel wide on your couch. You position the portal below you, quick to slide the slick tongue through your wet folds. The disembodied, satisfied groan has you tossing your head back and dragging the muscle along your body. The motion broken as suckers latch to your skin, to your clit. You do it again, roughly shoving them along, enjoying the greedy way the suckers try to keep hold of you.
You grind along the appendage, teeth dug into your bottom lip as the tongue flattens along you, the suckers ravishing what they can latch to. The steady pull brings you straight over the edge. You twitch against the muscle, riding out the heady waves before dislodging the tentacle once more, wet little pops filling the air.
You line the dripping tip to your core.
The monster teases their tongue around your spasming hole, cool saliva mixing with your warm juices. The monster pushes in slow, tongue twisting into your heat, exploring each soft wall like it did your mouth.
It feels a little funny at first, the way it explores the inside of your body, humans an unknown to this species, but the way it fills you and just keeps filling leaves you drooling over yourself.
The monsters tender at first, focused on stroking licks from your entrance to the squishy flesh around your cervix. It buries deep into this space with each stroke, repeatedly rearranging your gut as it pushes as far as your body allows. Then the suckers latch on.
You squeal, shooting up and trying to pull away from the sudden intoxicating pleasure. The monster doesn't release you, only sucking along your walls harder, pulsing more than pumping in its lodged position.
Unable to stay up you collapse to your couch, face and chest pressed to the cushions. The band stays perfectly in place against your cunt from the tongue inside you.
When your walls ache and spasm around the slow, pulsing muscle it suddenly releases you, quickly dragging out to the tip. A rough, thick finger brushing your skin as the monster holds the portal in place. You feel its hot breath fan over your folds. You whine and twitch back against it.
The moment you get frustrated with the monster's edging and lean away, it shoves all the way back in, the base suckers latching on while the others only kiss along your walls. You're held in place, the monster has full control and uses it to roughly pump its length through you.
It fucks you stupid. That thick muscle filling your cunt until you swear you feel it low in your belly. Pressing into all the hard to reach nerves, hitting them with every squirming thrust. Even as your body spasms, cunt constricting what little it can in your stuffed state, your release gushing through the portal and making a mess on your couch, those base suckers cling to you.
The monster wrings three more from your soft walls before it suddenly seizes inside you. It has you so full, still you feel the rush of cool fluid force its way into the lack of space. Another rush of need strokes your belly as the monster slowly slips free, stroking every inch with care to drag out any sensitive aches. The monsters release sticks to your walls, the excess creating a slow trail from your hole.
There's so much seeping out, dragging up your belly. The release almost reaches your bellybutton before that rough finger reappears. The monster stuffs the thick fluid it can reach back into your hole with obscene wet sounds. You reach and adjust the portal so the monster can push the fluid all the way back up.
You lay there dazed and gently rocking your hips to meet the possessive way it shoves its release back inside you.
Satisfied with your filled cunt, the monster gives you another thorough lick before softly kissing your hole, finishing with a gentle suck on your clit. It keeps that worshipping attention on your plump nerve, sucking until your spent body gently rolls with another brush of an orgasm. The monster cleans your release, again.
Reluctantly, it ends the connection, immediately adding you to their favorite 'free use' list.
The portal blinks out and drops to the couch. You stay panting, hips rocking into your cushion for several minutes. Mind replaying every mind numbing stroke of this monster's body exploring yours.
There has to be a way for you to control this thing. To request more.
