#tentacle fucker

[dreamytboy]

I havent fantasized about monster fucking in awhile but im in the mood for tentacles to suddenly appear while im in my room and start violating my body. The hundreds of arms of tentacles wrapping around me and touching me everywhere would quickly arouse me, id be nothing but a mess while they inspect my wet cunt and probe at my sensitive spots..

[genesis-calling]

Tentacle fucking. Send post.

[tentacle-priestess]

Hey, love your wroting

Any chance you'd make a male reader for the endangered alien species... ?

One male reader coming up

Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program 2

This continues Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program, but you can read it on its own.

Warnings: Tentacle smut, mpreg, ap, mp, oviposition, breeding, NSFW

Content: Consent <3, care, scifi, consentacles

gn!tentacle monster x m!reader

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A bitter taste lingers in your mouth as you read about that alien species on the verge of extinction. Your gut twists into knots thinking about how the industrial-military complex lays waste to whole planets without people doing anything.

You're overwhelmed by a wave of desolation as you imagine what it must feel like to be the last of your kind.

You're done feeling helpless. Done being passive.

So you decide to do something about it.

When you contact the Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program, they say you would already be a huge help as a sperm donor. But you want to go the extra mile, so you get a biotechnological procedure that allows you to carry their eggs in your belly without it interfering with your physiology.

But now, as you gaze upon the alien your mouth goes dry, not from fear or repulsion but from the sheer otherness. Tentacles cover the whole blob of a body with no indication of a head or even symmetry. Their viscous skin seems to be crawling along their surface.

"We think what you are doing is really awesome." A human voice interrupts your thoughts. You turn around to find a woman with big eyes and a huge pregnant belly. "O&7U is elated that they will get to give and receive seed. That's the way they did it, you know? Their species…" You swallow hard, unable to find enough saliva in your mouth to answer. That's when she notices your unsettled state. "Oh! You're nervous. You don't need to be, O&7U would never hurt you. I think they're actually more attentive than a human lover…"

In bad need of reassurance, you hang on to her every word.

"Tell you what, I'll be right outside in case you need anything."

"You'd really do that?"

"Of course. As I said, I really respect your level of commitment. Besides, we're gonna be preg buddies."

The door clicks as you return your gaze to the alien. They seem to be waiting for you to make the first move.

You undress, letting your clothes fall to the floor and step towards them.

The tentacles envelop you, brushing your skin gently. They have a briny smell, it's just like a sea breeze. Your sensitivity comes alive with the feathery touch. Slowly you let go of your reservations, relaxing into their touch, breathing them in.

A tentacle trails gentle lines along your cock as it begins to harden.

You gasp when two suckers attach to your nipples. They're sensitive from the hormones and sparks of need and delight bloom from them. Is this what women feel? You feel as if you'd just been allowed into arcane mystery—the secret that cost Tiresias his sight.

O&7U engulfs your penis into one of their receptive tentacles. It's warm and moist. A moan escapes your lips as it moves up and down your length pulling you under oblivious pleasure. You lose yourself inside the whirlwind of sensations.

Your moans turn needy and breathy as the tentacles keep sucking your nipples and cock.

You instinctively tense up when you feel a tentacle caress the line between your butt cheeks . The tentacle recedes immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm just— it's my first time…"

You consciously try to relax, taking a deep breath.

The tentacle gently slides in between. It brushes in circles along the bud of your anus making a warm sensation tingle from the area. The touch is brief, leaving you wanting more. As the tentacle touches you a little more firmly, your anus clings to it with a tiny sucking motion as the tentacle retreats.

Your hips start to buckle, searching for more contact. That's when the tentacle starts dripping a slick substance that coats your hole. It positions its tip at your entrance but seems to wait for your consent.

You ache for it.

"Yes." It comes out breathy as your hips unconsciously roll upwards, exposing more of yourself to O&7U.

The tentacle seems to quiver as it slowly enters your body. It stretches you,  pressure mounting until it's almost unbearable. But then it slips past the ring of muscle with a silent plop.

Now it begins to fill you smoothly, the friction sending wave after wave of pleasure through your whole body.

"Mmmhhh" The moans spill from your mouth like honey.

O&7U seems pleased at your sounds, picking up pace, thrusting deeper each time.

You melt into them, surrendering your body completely. As they sense it, they smoothly adjust their tentacles to make you more comfortable. They prop your bum even higher, two tentacles spreading your cheeks apart.

After a short while you fall into your first orgasm. Your cock spills into O&7U's tentacle which swallows every drop, milking you for more.

Another tentacle grazes near your anus tentatively, as if asking if you'd like another one inside you.

You do.

You blush deeply at your ass' gluttony: you crave it.

"Yes." Your voice equal parts needy and embarrassed.

The slime around it is slippery as it slides in. Still the squeeze seems unyielding as it stretches that ring of muscles, pushing in and filling you up beyond your comprehension.

The tentacles throb inside you. They thrust into you in a perfect rhythm. Your moans shatter into cries as pleasure courses through your veins

That's when one of the tentacles latches to your new organ and pushes the first egg in. The sensation is like nothing you could've prepared for. You cry out as an explosion of ecstasy detonates within you, tearing through your being.

Your breath catches as you feel the egg's pulsing weight in your insides. It feels like an expansive warm fluid before it condenses, nestling among your entrails. Your muscles relax around it, as if reverent. O&7U's tendrils tremble as one brushes a stray lock of hair from your brow.

You find yourself hoping for another egg and another one, greedily pushing your hips up and bucking them against O&7U's tentacles. Your orgasms expand within you like galaxies, igniting and colliding over and over.

You can't help but place your hands on your belly, wanting to feel it swelling with every new egg. That's when you realize you've been spilling inside O&7U for a while now. They avidly swallow all your seed, shuddering as they take it. The quiver in their tendrils mirrors yours.

Reblogs appreciated

@venussandpiperreturns

[tentacle-priestess]

Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program

My take on ovi (cheesy scifi 🛸🧀)

Warnings: Tentacle smut, oviposition, lactation, breeding NSFW

Content: Consent <3, care, threesome, fluff, scifi, consentacles, sapphic

gn!tentacle monster x f x f!reader

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When you volunteered for the Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program, you never guessed you would be one of the only two humans who signed up, or how needy and clingy the aliens would become.

 You are both always heavy with eggs or a litter. Breasts always full and brimming with milk, various otherworldly appendages thrusting into you. You love it.

At first you were shy about getting so deliciously stuffed and overflowing with cum or other lush alien fluids in front of her, but you soon developed a unique bond. One that could only sprout by sharing this unusual experience.

These days you sleep curled together. You gently caress each other's round, swollen bellies, tracing the contours with the tips of your fingers. You talk 'till morning about your deepest fears or the silliest of things.

Today you are both working with a tentacled alien. Their name is O&7U, and they're a sweetheart. All past efforts at reproduction have failed, they are the last of their species. There is a tidal nostalgia about them. It makes your heart sink.

Their reproductive biology is fascinating. The species was entirely hermaphroditic, possessing several ovipositor tentacles and several different receptive ones. In nature, they would mate with two or more individuals, each giving and receiving each other’s eggs.

You feel lucky, almost reverent, to be part of such a rare union, perhaps the last to ever exist. The alien is worshiping all your holes with their ovipositor tentacles, even though they know their eggs can only develop in your wombs. You encourage them because it feels incredibly good when they spill their soft jelly inside you. The tentacle in your ass makes you squirm with pleasure while the one in your pussy latches to your cervix and pushes another egg inside you. Your belly swells as you feel it begin to harden within your womb.

You listen to her honeyed moans as the tentacles thrust into her. She looks beautiful, her enlarged breasts dripping milk all over the place. You can't help but lean in to drink it. As if inspired by your action, the alien milks her other breast and both of yours with their receptive tentacles. You feel an intoxicating ache blooming from your nipples as they engulf every last drop, sucking for more.

Your eyes meet hers in the whirlpool of sensations. Her lips look so plump. You've never kissed before…

Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program 2 (male reader)

Masterlist

Should the Endangered Alien Species Breeding Program go on?

Yes! I want more stories

Nah, it's out of funding

Voting ended onFeb 12

[tentacle-priestess]

This world needs more consensual tentacles...

And that's where I come in.

[tentacled-two]

Covered

Her limbs were bound, keeping her body still against inadvertant thrashing. She knew what was coming, had literally signed up for it but she also knew what her body was like when it was full of sensation, when the only thing that existed was overwhelming pleasure. She remembered grasping, clutching, hips turning, trying to get away from the vast pink wave that overwhelmed her, that wracked her frame. Her body stronger than at any other moment, thrashing trying to escape something that felt so good. It made no sense, yet it happened and so she was bound. Bound and forced to be still and take it. Still save for the straining muscles, heaving chest and rolling thighs trying to fuck it, anything, deeper into her body.

He smiled as though he knew her thoughts, strong hand gripping her hip. He knelt, almost between her spread legs, tantalizing close to her already wet pussy. Her body, stripped naked, was already writhing, rolling her hips, thrusting her throbbing cunt toward anything that had the potential to slip inside her.

"We're almost ready. Are you still sure you want this?"

She nodded, vigorously.

"Say it, please. Respond verbally. For the record."

"Yes, I want it." Voice strained, low. Hungry.

He tested the leather straps that held her in place. First her arms, around the wrists, around her arm at the elbows, her waist, at her knees and her ankles. She was bound to an inclined ramp, head below her hips, her knees bent so her feet were flat on the floor, her pussy exposed. She liked watching human lovers fuck her, enjoyed watching cocks or toys disappearing into her flesh, knowing they felt pleasure the way she did each time it sank home. The way they both wanted to stay there, the way her pussy sucked at them and their cock throbbed and twitched as it withdrew. Both hungry to be seated, sheathed again at the next thrust. This was to be different but still there was a mirror above her so she could watch.

A large glass jar was wheel in the room, wheels clicking clicking as it was rolled to her. Her hips couldn't stay still, thrusting her pussy up, pushing it toward the container. Small tentacle creatures pressed against the surface of the jar closest to her, like fish about to be fed. Writhing, suckers planted against the glass. She could watch them ripple through their translucent skin and her pussy rippled in kind. She moaned and while they didn't disperse from her side of the glass they became more active, moving faster, stretching and retracting. Thinning impossibly, their skin smoothing and then pulling back, wrinkling and thickening.

He removed the lid and paused to pull on gloves. The soft sweet scent of the creatures and their ichor filled the air. Her arms and legs strained. A few of the creatures stretched and crawled above the water line of the vast jar, probing the air. She drew that same air in shakily

"Nervous?"

"No, excited. Hungry."

"Good."

He pulled out the creature closest to him with a gloved hand and writhed, curling and uncurling briefly then stretched out toward her, toward her body, toward her pussy. It lengthened until she thought it must fall off his hands cupped beneath it but still it clung to them. It was coated with a thick transparent liquid. It looked like pussy slick or precome only thicker as it dripped from his gloves. A strand of it fell across her skin.

She had had procedures where the technicians applied a numbing gel. Without exception it had looked like this, clear, thick and it was always cold. As it lay across her skin the sensation was entirely opposite. Instead of numbing her nerves lit up. An electric arc traced across her flesh where it had touched her, nerves firing in with pleasure. She could feel exactly how it had touched her and how it laid down across her flesh. Where it had first come into contact with her skin and, almost in slow motion, whipped around, drawing a viscous line, wetly across her flesh. Her back arched and a moan was forced from her as though someone has reached inside her body and squeezed some vital organs, forcing the air from her lungs. Had she not been bound she likely would have come off the table. As it were, the leather straps pulled against her straining muscles.

Through clenched teeth, "hnng."

Her muscles relaxed after the sudden intrusion but her nerves were aflame still. A godlike hand had appeared and instead of impending doom traced a line of pure pleasure across her body.

"What. The. Fuck."

"Should I stop?"

"No. Please, no."

The creature creature stretched toward her, increasingly thin and smooth over his gloved hands. Searching sightlessly. As though it could sense bundles of nerves coalesced in her flesh. She knew that it could, that it fed from the pleasure of its host. The heat and warmth of the human body a perfect incubator for it to grow, to metamorphise, to become an adult. It would nestle next to a nerve cluster causing it to fire and drink the pleasure flowing from the excited bundle of nerves as greedily as a human lover lapped up come.

It touched the join of her leg where it met her body and the agony of that pleasure ran through her frame. It latched on, thickening and more of the creature climbed onto her skin. Wasting no time, it climbed over her pussy and began slipping inside. Her back arched and muscles clenched in spasms so violent it lifted the wood frame from the floor. Slamming it down repeatedly as she unconsciously thrust her cunt against against the pressure of a lover that could not push back. Old habits die hard.

Still it slithered inside her like some obscene slug. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, her mouth a rictus grin, muscles standing from her body in taut ropes. From the outside, there was nothing pretty about this pleasure, it was violence inside her. But internally, it was different, wrapped in pink softness, throbbing, wet, it surrounded her, sucking at her entire being. She couldn't breathe, her muscles were far too tightly wound but it scarcely mattered. Inside that pleasure it just felt as though she were deep under warm water, the weight of it pressing down on her, taking her breath.

Her body shivered uncontrollably, shaking from her core, her pussy electric and quivering. The creature had fully slipped inside her, was opening her from the inside now pushing, exploring. It fed from her pleasure and it searched to find the spots that would give it more of what it hungered for. Milking her body for her pleasure, devouring it. Her hips bounced as she unconsciously fucked the creature buried inside her.

He brought another creature to her pussy and it disappeared inside her. They writhed and twisted in her, both taking her pleasure, feeding from it and growing. A third and fourth joined them. Her pussy full now they began to probe for spots deeper inside her. Thinning to push against her cervix, trying to slip inside that hole too. Their hunger for pleasure driving them deeper into her body filling every part of her.

Again and again he fed them into her. They disappeared as her belly swelled. Her mouth opened and closed, gasping for air, eyes wide open but unseeing. Hands grasping wildly at anything to hold, something to anchor her body against the pleasure that tore through her. The leather straps creaked ominously as her muscles strained. Her body limp one moment, then as another wave of pleasure gripped her, every muscle taut, contracting while her pussy clenched again and again. Gasps for air turned to garbled words exhaled, inhuman sounds forced from her orgasming flesh. Her pussy so swollen and sensitive even air currents brushing against it caused it ripple and tighten.

He pulled more and more of the creatures from the container and fed them to her swollen pussy. They had ceased to stay inside her, but dipped into her for a moment, coating themselves in her slick then slipping out and covering her skin. Then stretched into a tight covering, suckers spread over as much of her exposed flesh as they could cover. Under each, a thousand hungry mouths kissed and sucked at her. Some crept to her mouth and slipped inside.

Her body rigid now, muscles tense still thrusting her pussy at them, hips rolling. A hungry lover might lap flesh that isn't normally considered sensitive, a bicep, the back of a hand, or trace a knee but the addition of their mouth and tongue amplifying the sensation. The exquisite journey toward more sensitive areas heaven. Whimpering and begging for release, the licked needed a mouth on their nipple, their throat, their clit but couldn't rush their lover getting there because the journey was ecstacy itself.

Every inch of her body covered in greedy tongues and hungry mouths intent on keeping her here, right here as long as her body could hold out.

[your-pervy-neighbourhood-bunny]

I'm not really a pokemon fucker, but you wouldn't be able to tell that based on my favourite pokemon

[tentacled-two]

The Factory Part 2

The cool water enveloped your body as you slid into it. The thin skin of it separating it from the air, opening like a lover to take you inside.  In the dim light of the defunct factory it almost seemed to glow and you thought back to the first time you were here, dropping your flashlight into its depths and seeing the tentacles creatures as it dropped slowly deeper and deeper, turning as it fell. 

You planned on plumbing those depths as long as you could hold your breath, swimming with the creatures that brought you so much pleasure but corrupted you as well. Spoiling you for almost any other lover. True, you enjoyed your friends with the creatures, fingers pressing into each other, feeling the tentacles fuck them alongside, in concert with your fingers. Moving the eggs back and forth between you, the thought of that warm egg  having just been inside your friend pushing you over the edge, forcing your orgasm out of you, cunt spasming, clutching at that same egg. Your friend's twisted smile as she came watching you, your pleasure feeding hers. Coming because you were. 

The cool of the water felt incredible against the feverish heat inside you. Your swollen lips, snug holding that heat inside you, wet, thickly slick and dripping. You cupped your pussy in the water, middle finger dipping prettily inside you. The contrast between the water and your flesh immense. 

The water up to your neck now, one hand still on the stair rail, a deep breath and then plunging down. The water rushing past your body was incredibly clear and you could see deep in the pool even without a mask. Strong kicks brought you deep, muscles rippling, the light from above turning everything green. This deep had always seemed full of creatures before but now it seemed strangely empty. You looked around, lungs starting to slowly burn and decided to head back to the surface.

 A great blow from behind and everything went black. Perhaps not black but dark, you could see but dimly, your body surrounded by flesh that gave when you pushed against it but encompassed you entirely. It was moving at great speed and water drained from around you, face pressed into against its slick folds. Your mouth opened instinctively not for breath but to tongue it, to lap at it, jaw working, opening wide. The familiar feeling of a tentacle working it's way into your mouth, against your tongue, wending it way down your throat. You offered it to the creature and opened your throat and mouth even wider. It plunged deeper, distending your jaw, pushing against your lips as you swallowed around it, getting it deep as you could. 

Your hands clutched at the flesh and you could feel it stretch and give, surrounding your fingers, sucking at you the way you sucked at it. Every inch of your body in a great maw, sucking and tonguing all of your flesh at once. Vast ripples working their way up and down and across your body, knowing it could taste all of you. The flavor of your nipples distinctly different from the rest of your flesh, your cunt, your ass, even the nape of your neck, kissed, caressed, tasted like some exquisite item on the menu to be savored. You stretched as much as you could, ensconced within it, offering every inch of yourself to it, you could feel it, tonguing, lapping; your feet, calves, the tender spot behind your knees, your ass spread, thrusting back against the insistent working, belly and pussy, your armpits and outstretched arms, your face and throat tongued wildly. Tasting yourself on a lover was one of your favorite things, your scent, your flavor on their skin, knowing your shared need put it there and it made you more hungry still. Sucking the tongue that had just been deep within you, your scent on their breath, lapping yourself from a face made you ravenous. 

 How you wished you could taste all of you on this creature, hours spent, mouth open on its flesh, tongue searching for your familiar taste made strange, soaking into its skin. To take it into your mouth as much as you could. Poor reparations for it being able to engulf and surround you with its flesh entirely. 

 You gasped and air flowed into your lungs. They had kept you like this before, using each hole, seemingly airtight but ensuring you had what you needed and what you needed now was more. More of everything. The tentacle in your throat moved deep within you and you could feel it inside your chest, a probing tickle from the inside, pushing insistently further, stretching and lengthening. You need to feel that same feeling in your ass and pussy too. You needed to be filled completely. This was as close to worship as you came, your body quivering with need, shivering, not from cold but desire, flesh taut but somehow open and pliant. The gentle sucking at your existence never ceased but more tentacles found your offerings and took them greedily. As they pushed inside you, you could feel your cunt sucking at it, drawing it deeper even as it clenched, seeming to impede it's progress then relaxing. Your throat and ass tightened around it in tandem, then opened further as it pushed deeper, drawn in by your flesh's ministrations. Thin tips of the tentacles leading the way in your body, probing, exploring, pushing ever deeper. You needed it deeper, gods, if it could touch itself inside your body somehow. You could feel it touching your cervix even with the rush of all the other sensations and you wished you could open that for it too, beckoning it ever deeper.  It found that snug opening on its own and forced its way in, stretching in the most delicious ache of an opening that wasn't meant to be fucked but that was going to be anyway. 

 Your back arched and your body thrust against the creature unbidden, in hitches and jerks, beautiful sounds wracked from your body, eyes wide but unseeing. Every inch of you filled. The creature came too, the flesh you were cocooned in filling with creamy fluid, coating you, it's specialized tentacles flooding your insides at the same time your skin soaked its pleasure up.  Each spurt of it inside you, a great gush of its seed, distending your belly. Its pleasure made visible in your swollen stomach. It held you tightly, rubbing its spilled come into you. Pushing it back inside your pussy, your ass, your throat. Rubbing it gently into your face, your breasts, your legs and ass. Leaving not an inch of you uncovered by its slick. 

It spat you out, weak and trembling, on the shores of your Nineveh, this elder god, to bring the faithful back to it, to its children. Your flesh, your pleasure offered and taken, sucked from your marrow and given back a thousandfold. You'd bring them back in droves, relishing the pleasure on their faces. Sucking it from them, lapping it from their bodies and faces, wallowing in the filthy, perfect hedonism of it all. Converts to this beautiful depravity.