Too many tentacles (John Sibbick, Dungeoneer, core rules for the Advanced Fighting Fantasy RPG, Puffin Books, 1989) — Tolkien’s Watcher in the Water inspired many similar encounters across other fantasy worlds.
Would the tentacle monster like tv shows? Any genres in particular?
Ooooo, they're definitely more a reader. But they do enjoy cheesy cop shows and murder mysteries.
They also don't mind a good horror show here and there, but being a monster, they nitpick every detail and complain heavily that creature flicks are very inaccurate.
He isn't against watching zombie shows either because he finds mindless undead adorable. They once explained it as "cute aggression" but never elaborated on their reasons for it.
Oh my gosh what about a male human x a female monster but she's the one teaching him how to ride it (she's got quite the appendages...she's tentically!) And she let's him experiment with it for a few minutes figuring out his own pace before she uses the suckers on her tentacles to clap sum 😵💫🙈
Your tentacle girlfriend was stretching, acting all normal and composed, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what she said a couple of days ago.
Her whole face looked tired after riding you, her skin glistening with sweat and fluids after you both came… And she asked if you ever thought about riding her, too. At that moment you were frozen in place, too nervous and tongue-tied to answer her. But since then? You hadn’t been able to think about anything else.
It was like your whole brain didn’t know how to act around her anymore. Every time one of her tentacles twitched, every time she touched you... You flinched. But not in disgust, not in nervousness. It was more like… anticipation.
You wanted it.
You wanted it more than anything. You wanted her tentacles wrapped around your cock and fucking you so deeply you would have the suckers marked inside of you. You wanted to be possessed and cradled. You wanted to be owned by your tentacle monster girlfriend more than anything.
But you didn’t know how to tell her that. So you stared. And stared. Until her body turned to you and her face twitched with a frown. Her questioning was short and fast, and your brain couldn’t process what she said fast enough, because before you could realize you were confessing your fantasies, and her mouth was stretching in the biggest smirk you’d ever seen on her.
In a blink she was in front of you, your body over her shoulder while she ran towards the bedroom. Her tentacles did a fast job of undressing both of you, one of the reaching for the lube while the smaller of them touched and caressed and drove you wild with desire before she even started stretching you.
But good goddess was that good. The second she started pushing her thin tentacles in and out of you, you knew you were a changed man. Not a chance in hell there was any way of coming back from this. You were going to get fucked and nothing could stop it from changing your fucking life.
You were moaning by the time she inserted a third thin tentacle, the rest of them sucking marks onto your skin and making you squirm. The overwhelming sensations confused your brain enough to ignore the sting of the stretching in your ass.
It took her a long time, or maybe a little, or maybe it didn’t happen… but before you realized you were stretched enough and begging for her to fill you. To give you what you’d been craving for her. And she looked magnificent right there. A sea monster through and through, your deepest fantasy.
She twisted her body around so you were on top of her, riding her body. Her tentacles were everywhere, but nowhere you could focus when one of them was pressing against your stretched hole. You were moaning, your head thrown back and staring at the ceiling while she held your hips.
You didn’t wait for her to do anything, you reached behind you for the biggest of her tentacles and placed it against your hole, sinking down on it like you were a cowboy. The stretch made your brain swim, your eyes closing while you started to move slowly but surely. The first rub of her suckers against your prostate was enough to make you scream, and the moment it latched onto it…
You were done.
Your body didn’t belong to you anymore, your brain was hers. Your soul was hers if she wanted it. You’d do anything to never stop feeling this pleasure inside of you. You rode her like your life depended on it, and after your third orgasm, when nothing came out, she slowed her pace. You could feel everything at once, and it was so pleasurable it touched the painful scale, but goddess, you couldn’t move away.
“Did you like it?” She whispered against your ear, her tentacle still buried so deep you could feel it throb against your prostate. You tried to answer her something clever, but what came out was a groan and some babbling, much to her amusement. “That’s what I thought.”
Thinking of tentacle monster that fucks you from the inside out. It forces its way inside your body, living in your stomach or womb. And from there it will occasionally use its tentacles to rail your holes whenever it pleases without warning
From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach
From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.
Idk something about the helplessness of the monster fucking you being the safety of the one place you can’t even try to do anything to it: Inside you. And if anyone knows where to find content similar to this please lmk. Doesn’t even have to be a tentacle monster, just anything fucking someone from the inside
