It’s been obsessed with you since you moved it. Obviously your room was off limits but that never fully stopped it. If your door is left open at night, it slides a tentacle to you and rubs you in your sleep.
Whenever you’re in the kitchen it will find an excuse to touch you. Your arms, your chest, your legs, and if it’s bold it’ll graze your ass. If you’re on the couch it’ll get a grip around your ankle. A few times it’s left some sucker shape marks.
Tonight, it’s like a flip switched. You were in the shower and left the door open a crack. Normally it’ll resist and leave you be. Tonight it snuck it. It slowly pulled back the shower curtain and started to touch you.
Somewhat innocently at first. It slid a tentacle up your bare wet leg. Making its way farther and farther up. Right when it touches your exposed pussy, it waits. You don’t freak out on it. You match your roommates energy and let it continue to perv out on you.
Slowly it slides your folds open and you plant your hands on the shower tile to not lose balance. Its suckers stick to your slick wet skin. It begins to make its way to your hole. Teasing it, taking its sweet time after all of the build up.
Before you can protest it slides its thick tentacle deep inside of your pussy. Pumping in and out roughly. It uses two other tentacles to keep you upright and watching. The only goal is to get you to climax.
It continues to fuck you. It’s suckers gripping your g spot over and over again. Building up so much pleasure you feel ready to explode. As you reach your orgasm your pussy clenches tight around its tentacle, causing the suckers to stick inside of you. It carefully pulls itself out, breaking the suction, causing you to squirm from being so sensitive.
How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon
Your Tentacle Monster Bf knew that it was going to be hard for him when he started dating you, his first ever human. He’s lived through the centuries, dating all types of monsters that brought an array of chaos into his life yet he’s handled them with relative ease. It had indeed brought forth a many of enemies into his life but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Still, nothing could compare to that of dating a human. With all their tendencies they brought more disorder and danger than he could keep up with. Especially the tendency they have… to wander.
Tentacle Monster bf swears that he was always losing you. Not only when in public but even when the two of you are in your own home. Every time he looks away from you for longer than a second when he glances back you are already long gone and far from his view. Sure, you’d always appear not long after before it’d happen again and again.
It was getting to be ridiculous. His only option was to pin something in you that would allow him to keep tabs on you at all times. An air tag as humans called it. But instead of a flimsy man-made machine he’d use something reliable. Like his detachable cock tentacle. He could always sense where it was. So if it was inside you he’d always know where you are.
From then on his tentacle cock was nestled deep inside of you at all times. Filling you up and wriggling against your walls. You felt him every time you moved. While the tentacle cock never seemed to stop moving. Milking climax after climax out of your spent fluttering cunt. Not always intentionally either. But when it was he’d cum with you every time, spilling his hot seed deep into your core till you were overflowing with it and gushing down your thick thighs.
Always aware of where you were and aware of how close you were to coming again for him. His cum constantly sloshing within you, marking you as his from the inside out. There were only benefits to this plan.
Of course, after doing that he was quick to realize that your disappearances were not you wandering off but more so that you were being kidnapped by his many enemies. It was a highly orchestrated plot done in order to get his attention. Every time they ultimately failed they’d let you go just to do it all over again.
“It’s about time you found me!” You shout in exasperation the next time you disappear and the first time he was ever able to find you. Thanks to his tentacle.
His enemies appeared equally exasperated and he could only look back at them sheepishly. His tentacles shyly wrapped around himself as if to obscure him from their judgmental gaze.
Instead of killing him off once and for all or threatening your life if they do not get what they desire, his enemies begin to scold HIM. They shout at him, asking how one could lose their mate so many times, how he could be so careless and irresponsible, and how he must clearly be taking you for granted.
Doesn’t he know how precious you are? That you need protecting. You are a rare gem in this galaxy, a shining sun not alike any other.
Your bf couldn’t believe his many eyes. It seems as though in his enemies many times encountering you through their planned kidnappings they had gotten to know you. Apparently you were all quite close now. Friends you say, even as your bf catches the way his enemies look at you with hearts in their eyes and pheromones wafting from their monstrous pores.
If that wasn’t enough now, you’re demanding that he invite them over. So they can hang out in a more positive atmosphere.
All past sins and grievances between he and his enemies could not compare to this and were immediately forgotten as he watches them fawn over and dote on you. As they now have a new reason to want to see the other destroyed. They no longer fight for revenge or power.
Instead they now fight to see who will get you, their sweet precious human…
At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.
The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.
He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.
So, of course he offers his help.
Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...
You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.
Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.
And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
You stare at the box on your shop counter. It’s completely unassuming, glossy black with golden details engraved into the wood. On top of it, a little folded card with your name drawn in intricate loops and flowy handwriting.
Thank you for the love potion. I hope you enjoy this gift from my family’s slime farm.
Ah, love potions. Very much a dubious business but a business that pays well. And hey, it’s not like they can artificially make people have romantic feelings. Whoever named them love potions didn’t have their head screwed on right.
You trace the carvings on the shiny black box with your finger.
It opens smoothly. Inside, an almost translucent blue dildo rests on a velvet pillow. Oh, my, you think. It’s smooth to the touch, soft and almost jelly-like. It jiggles when you tap the pad of your finger against it. You giggle and tap it once more just for the sake of poking it. The slime flops its head against your fingers.
Oh, it’s… alive? Sentient? You don’t know exactly what to call its state of being. The slime dildo jiggles once and jumps in place once. Oh, okay, you think and hold up a finger. “Let me just close the store, yeah?” It doesn’t respond, doesn’t move again but the head of it is tilted your way, as if staring at you as you move through the store to lock the front door and flip the sign on the window.
It patiently waits where you left it. You stop in front of it and cup your hands. “I don’t want the store to get messy. Or break anything. There’s uh—” you swallow and holy shit, you’re having a conversation with a dildo-shaped slime you’re not sure is actually alive, “we can go upstairs.”
The slime doesn’t move for a moment as if considering your offer. Maybe? Shit— you make a mental note to read up on slimes and slime farms. Your teacher did briefly go over slimes while you were under her apprenticeship but that was also the day you’d latched onto the idea of customizing your wizard robes if you ever graduated. Oh, you can recall the original designs you’d drawn up in class even now, something more lingerie-adjacent than the long and heavy robes of her discipline. Where’d you put that babydoll-inspired robe you’d unpacked the other day?
You nearly startle out of your skin when the weight of the slime lands in your open palms. It wobbles in your hands briefly before it assumes its shape. You take that as a yes to your proposal and weave your way through your store towards the stairs to the second floor. Your heart is beating against your ribs like a wild horse as you ascend the stairs, turning off the lights as you reach the top.
You place the slime onto your coffee table. Your nerves are wrecked already. “So,” you start, fiddling with the rings on your fingers, “is this good enough? How is this even going to— What are we — me — we? What—” you press your lips together and take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Now what?”
The slime leaps forward until it reaches the edge of the coffee table, just a hair’s breadth away from your thigh. It jiggles, its head pressing against the slit in your wizard’s robe. You reach down and drag your fingers along its shaft, the bulging vein on its back and swallow around the lump in your throat. You want to lean down and drag your tongue across it.
The slime presses forward, between your thighs and rubs its head against your clothed cunt. You drag your fingertips down the length of its smooth shaft. It jiggles and pushes harder against your body. It’s pleasantly cool to the touch. It’s a little too thick to wrap one hand around, but you do your best. You move your hand slowly up and down the thick shaft. Precum pools at the tip and dribbles down the curve of the head and you feel compelled to lean down. You drag your tongue up the slime’s shaft — feel the slightly tacky cum on your tongue — from its balls to the very tip and dip your tongue into the slit. The slime jiggles in your hand. That’s good, you assume. It hasn’t pulled away or melted into a puddle yet. Slowly, you wrap your lips around the mushroom head tip and take it into your mouth.
The slime jiggles and pulls out of your mouth abruptly. “What?” You wipe at your mouth with the sleeve of your robe and the slime jiggles again. It swings its whole weight forward and flops pathetically at your robe. “Oh.”
You shrug off your robe and hastily pull down your underwear, kick them out of sight. The slime jiggles as if appreciating your nudity and pushes itself against your body again. The sensation is odd. It’s both firm and soft, almost like you could run your fingers through its body. It burrows between your thighs and wiggles upwards until its head hits your clit. You gasp and reach to rest your weight onto the coffee table before your knees give out. It pulses, wiggles, dragging its smooth body against your clit. You wrap your legs around it and slowly lower your hips.
The slime jiggles, wiggles against your thighs, almost as if thrashing around and you unlock your legs with haste. You stare at it, legs open, pussy wet and waiting for it, so many questions on your tongue. Maybe there’s a spell somewhere to get over this language barrier because it’s clearly intelligent and your skin is on fire and if it starts teasing you now, you might just smite it and finish the job yourself.
It positions itself against your hot, wet cunt and you exhale a breath of relief, head thrown back. It moves, positions itself, the head pressing against your entrance and you roll your hips minutely to beckon it.
It sheathes itself in your cunt with one harsh thrust. You yelp, try to reach for the edge of the table to find an anchor but its pace is too much, too harsh. The table legs drags against the floor from the force of its thrusts into your waiting cunt. Your mouth drops open, stifled, breathy moans escaping your lips as you try to pull yourself together and figure out which way is up, where to grab. It thrusts harshly and you nearly topple off the table, manage to grab onto the edge and roll knot your stomach for more leverage. Your knees drop to the plush carpet. The edge of the coffee table rams into your hips with every thrust from the slime buried into your cunt, bullying it like a jackhammer. Your sweat-slick skin drags across the glass surface. It’s thick and big and you swear you feel it in the back of your throat. Your head is spinning, the pleasure overwhelming. The coil in your core snaps abruptly.
You cum with a low moan, pussy clenching around it like a vise but the slime doesn’t stop, just keeps rutting into you as you come down from your high and spills. It’s warm and gooey and it dribbles from your cunt as the slime eases itself to a slower pace until it stops, buried inside you to the hilt. You feel full, so deliciously full and fuck, maybe it’ll stay there forever. You wouldn’t mind it, you think. It could rut into you while you’re talking to a customer and you’d be forced to keep your poker face or fold like a goddamn house of cards with your client watching your depravity.
Your cunt flutters at the thought.
Slowly, you lower yourself off the coffee table and onto all fours, ass up in the air, and press your face against your folded arms, take deep, even breaths to get your head on straight again.
The rug underneath you feels nice. Smooth. Soft, if not a little gooey. It moves, undulates underneath you, rises until it brushes against your collarbones.
Wait, what?
You pull your face away from your arms and blink a few times to get rid of the shapes in your vision. Your rug isn’t your rug. It’s dark blue, almost liquidy in consistency and it bubbles and laps at your body like waves at the beach. It’s cool to the touch.
Your cunt feels strangely empty all of a sudden. You clench around thin air with a frown and slowly sit up. The slime-like liquid on the floor wiggles as you adjust your legs — it’s the same blue hue as the slime that should be buried into your cunt. Oh, so they don’t last forever. You feel a strange sense of loss at the realization; they’re just here to fulfill an itch, then. And then they’re gone.
You should pull yourself together, get up and clean this mess up. No point in crying over something that’s over.
The slime warbles and then, something breaches it. A single thick tentacle rises from the pool that’s overrun your living room. It turns its head as if looking around and you take that time to reorient yourself. The slime gift from your client has melted into a puddle that’s overrun your living room. Something not quite of this world has used it as a portal. That opens another can of worms about slimes and portals and you should really write down how a tentacle appeared from the melted body of a slime from a nearby farm but— it looks remarkably phallic in shape. Its head is pronounced, almost mushroom in shape like male genitalia. The light streaming in from the window next to you illuminates the ridges on its body, the texture reminds you of snake scales.
You shift on your knees, your cunt aching.
The tentacle snaps around. It slowly crosses the space between you and itself, more and more of its body rising from the pool. It’s tall and thick. There are ridges on its back, and you swear they would feel so good dragging against your clit —
It lowers its head in front of your face where it hovers for a few long moments. Slowly, you reach out and drag the tip of your finger down its body. Bingo. Scale-like small ridges decorate its body.
There is movement in the corner of your eye. More tentacles rise from the slime, these ones smaller and leaner. They slither across the mass of slime and glide onto your skin, wrap themselves around your legs, creeping towards your pussy. You rise onto your knees to give them more leeway.
More tentacles shoot out from the pool on your floor and tangle around your arms, pull them together over your head. Others latch onto your skin. They traverse the expanse of your body, warm and slick, prodding and poking and squeezing. One slides underneath your breast and loops over it. Its tip circles your nipple and you gasp at the sensation, throw your head back and arch your back, nearly hitting the coffee table. A thin, glimmering tentacle shoots out, wraps around your torso and across your neck before the back of your head can actually collide with glass. It pulls you forward just as quickly, onto your knees.
The large tentacle is hovering right in front of your face now. It bumps its tip against your forehead, your cheek, your nose and then against the seam of your lips. They part involuntarily and it dives in. You feel the ridges on its stomach against your tongue but the moan gets stuck in your throat.
It eases itself out of your mouth and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact. Seriously, what’s with these things not wanting your mouth? It’s an extra hole for them to use and abuse so why are they rejecting it?
The tentacle dips down and you feel the ridges caressing your skin as it glides towards and across your cunt, dragging the ridges on its stomach against your clit and something between a moan and a gasp escapes your throat involuntarily.
You’re suddenly hauled up and backwards until your back collides with your couch. Your legs are pulled apart to expose your weeping pussy to the head tentacle. It lowers itself to your cunt’s level as if studying it. It gives an experimental nudge against your slit and then presses forward harder. The very tip slides in with little effort and then it’s pushing ahead, wiggling like it’s trying to force itself inside.
Your chest is heaving, short, shallow breaths escaping you as you desperately try to push against the tentacle but the others keep you rooted to the spot. It’s torture and agony and bliss all at once as the thick tentacle prods at you. Just a little push and it can fuck you within an inch of your life, until you beg and beg and beg it for more, to fill you up and keep you stuck on it for as long as it wants, do whatever it wants.
The head breeches your cunt and it slides all the way in with one thrust. You gasp at the sensation, chest heaving and try to breathe through the obscene stretch, the obscene sight of its shape in your stomach but it has other ideas. It starts moving, slow and deliberate as it pulls back and then dives in again, setting a ruthless pace. You’re so wet, so slippery and it almost slips out of your cunt. You dribble around it, the sound so obscene and lewd in your ears. It’s the only sound in the room other than your moans, your babbled begging for it to just take you already.
Its size is overwhelming but it feels so good, bullying its way into your cunt and drawing those ridiculous wet sounds and moans and gasps, pleading from your lips. You’re almost in tears at the euphoria, at the way this tentacle claims your cunt for itself, at the way the others hold you back and spread out to take and take and use you up like the goddamn fleshlight you are. You’d let it use you as a fleshlight again and again, fuck, maybe this one can stay and display you as a freak show to any potential client. The thought of someone staring at the way this thing defiles your holes, their cock in hand, maybe even trying to join — it sends you over the edge.
You cum with a swear on your lips, a half-baked cry stuck in your throat. Moments later, the tentacle spills into your cunt. You’re so full, you’re so incredibly full. Its cum, as translucent and pearly as itself dribbles onto your couch, slipping out from around its thick body. Your chest heaves as you try to pull yourself together, tears brimming in your eyes.
The tentacles around your legs tighten. They pull your body along like dead weight, off the couch and onto the slick floor. Your hands are maneuvered with your body but there’s no weight left in your arms and your jaw nearly collides with the floor. The tentacles yank your body upright at the last moment, tightening around your limbs to hold you on all fours without leaning any weight on your weak limbs.
Your legs are pulled apart. Tentacles press against the skin of your ass, massaging and groping and prodding.
The thick tentacle still buried snugly in your cunt purrs. Something prods at your ass. Its smooth tip presses against your puckered hole and you do your best to relax every muscle in your body. It teases for just a moment before it slides through slowly. You moan at the sensation, at being so full.
It moves first, slow and deliberate, delving deeper into your ass and then pulling back. The head tentacle in your cunt moves in tandem with it. They’re so deep, so slick you want to cry because it’s too much but they feel so good, fucking you so thoroughly in tandem. They move, they all move, every single goddamn tentacle wrapped around your body, your limbs, your tits, their tips move, sliding back and forth across your skin. One pinches your nipple and you mewl, mouth agape to take in air and cry out.
A tentacle roughly pushes into your mouth, slides down your throat and pulls back to fuck it. Your face is wet and your vision is blurry, it’s too much, one stuffing itself and its pretty cum back into your aching cunt like it wants to live there, another thrusting into your ass with vigor, you feel them both, at the way they rub against your walls, against each other. Another in your mouth, pumping into your throat, so many caressing your body.
They pause for a fraction of a moment but it's enough to have you crying out for any stimulation. They dive in with newfound vigor, like they haven’t been fucking you stupid for who knows how long now, stuffing themselves so deep into your pussy and your ass and your throat. Your eyes roll back and your whole body tenses for a moment before you come the hardest you’ve ever come. You clench down at the tentacles, and nearly scream. The tentacle in your mouth pulls back and you hear your own pathetic voice, begging and pleading and babbling for more, more, please, please, please before there is a weight on your tongue. The tentacle spits its cum onto your tongue, thick and glossy, dribbling past your open lips and down your chin.
The world comes back to you in small increments. The sound of birdsong on the other side of your window. The feeling of something pumping into your ass at a languid pace before it stops and slowly pulls out. Something shoved deep inside your cunt so far you feel like you’re about to burst. The grip on your body is tight but pleasant, almost massage-like. You blink the tears from your eyes and sniffle, try to breathe.
A wail escapes your throat when the head tentacle pulls out of your pussy with an audible pop. Its cum shoots out of you, an obscene amount dribbling onto your rug, pooling between your legs, running down your skin, hot and sticky. Your breath shudders in your throat as the tentacles ease you onto your knees. More and more dribbles out of your gaping pussy, and you almost want the tentacle to shove itself back in and take you until you can’t think anymore, pump you full of its cum again and again and again until the world comes to an end.
The tentacles on your body loosen their grip. The one around your tit gives it another squeeze and flicks your nipple and it shoots a jolt to your core. More cum dribbles from your pussy as the feeling passes and your muscles relax, fatigued and aching and sore.
The pool beneath your knees shrinks. You turn despite your screaming muscles to see the tentacles retreat into a summoning circle in the middle of the pit of slime one by one. Before long, the pool dries up entirely and the circle on the floor disappears.
You should really write down a note to get in contact with the slime farm to get to the bottom of this. Instead, you scoop up a handful of pearlescent cum from the floor, and try to shove it back into your cunt.
—a/n: anon is on, feel free to comment, go nuts, describe how many times this made you cum, god I hope it made sb cum
Tw: fem reader! Alien husband, Tentacles, overstimulation, squirting, penetration of all holes, forced cuckhold, bondage, ovipositor, eggs
Imagine your alien husband finally got tired of sitting in the cuck chair and sliced off all his greedy tentacles despite your pleas for otherwise. So he could enjoy making you cream on his own live tentacle dick. Whose suctions bullied your clit and inner walls deliciously with its vigorous vibrations.
However, the cut off tentacles still had a mind of their own. And boy were they livid from being layed off the duty of fucking his wife stupid. So they forced humiliating orgasm denials by ensnaring your poor alien husband mid thrust. Stopping him everytime he was about to spurt his ribbons of gelatinous eggy sperm inside your abused cunt.
The grueling punishment It went on for hours. You were tortured with multiple orgasms on end. Whereas your alien husband pathetically cried from being denied relief in your soppy pussy. By grudge holding sentient tentacles, till you both lost your minds. And for just one time after you begged on his behalf did they begrudgingly allow your sniveling alien spouse. To fill up your womb, till your tummy inflated from the sheer amount of cum and soft eggs.
summary: getting out of your “haunted” house, you decided to explore the forest behind your home, but your luck wasn’t any better.
warnings: slime/tentacle creature x f!human, piv, dubcon, bondage/restraints, anal, a lot of penetration, 18+
part one
Weeks have passed since that first eventful night with the ghosts.
You found yourself growing accustomed to the entities and their antics.
When you would shower you could feel hands gliding up and down your body, squeezing and groping at your body.
If you bent down in the shower the main ghost, you knew there were three of them and the main one was always bolder than the other two, would take the opportunity and ram into your poor cunt without warning.
You certainly stopped feeling alone- and you definitely stopped using your vibrator.
But you were beginning to stay in your house far too often, ignoring all other things in your life for, well things that didn’t truly exist in your life.
You decided that on one of your “off” days you would go explore your property- the deep and dark woods that were behind your home.
With a water bottle in hand, you set off. Following the very faint path that trailed deeper into the forest. You weren’t sure how long you spent walking down the path, or moving over fallen trees but eventually you stumbled upon a small pond.
You decided to take a seat on one of the nearby fallen trees, letting out a sigh as you take a sip of water.
You close your eyes for a moment, taking a breath as you listen to the quiet sounds of the forest.
After a few minutes you feel something gently caress your lower calf, it felt slimey but with an off hardness to it.
Your eyes snap out, quickly looking down by your legs- by the pond, the only thing you could see was your reflection.
You decided to ignore you, you already had trouble with the ghosts in your home- why drive yourself crazy with something else?
Closing your eyes once more, and moving to be leaning against the log- back pressed against it, legs spread out as you lay your head back on the log. Letting the exhaustion wash over you.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you woke up to something slithering up your leg. Your eyes snap open once more, letting out a gasp as you see these slimey tentacles. They looked smooth to the eye with a purple-red color.
They start to shrink back, clearly startled by your reaction. But after a few moments of you not doing anything, they continue their journey up your leg.
You look down curiously at the creature, watching as it slides and wraps around your leg. You had worn a pair of athletic shorts- they had a thin material to them, you had bought them not really paying attention to the quality.
Your eyes trail the slimey tentacle, body jolting as it swipes against your panties. It pushes and prods against the material, uncontrollably squirming against your clothed cunt.
“F-fuck!” You gasp, hips bucking up seeking something more from the tentacle.
It jolts against your panties as it senses your reactions, furiously pushing itself against your panties- suddenly another tentacle shoots up from the water, yanking both your shorts and panties off.
Another one emerges, the two new ones wrapping around your ankles and spreading your legs far apart- grip tight on you.
The tentacle who was all too eager to feel your cunt quickly slams into you- squirming and releasing an odd liquidy substance into you. Furiously pumping into you.
You let out a quick moan- it wasn’t big, but it was somehow filling every single spot in you. Your eyes rolled back, hips bucking as it reaches so far deep into you.
As you lay there moaning and squirming for the tentacle, another one had made way into your cunt.
The two of them worked in tandem, pumping and fucking into your cunt. Stretching you out as they eagerly fuck you.
You could feel them pulsing and swelling in your pussy, absorbing all of your wetness while coating your inside with theirs.
More tentacles appear- two sliding up your top and circling your tits, squeezing and rubbing against your nipples.
“More..please! Please..!” You whine out, fingernails digging into your palms as you clench your hands.
As you clench around the tentacles, feeling them pump you full of their liquid, more tentacles wrap around your body- moving you to hump and grind against the tentacles fucking you.
Your body goes limp, too engrossed in the pleasure the tentacles are giving you. You don’t even care about how loud you are- pornographic moans and screams are ripped from your mouth.
Another one slips into your poor cunt, stretching you wide as you spasm around it. Eyes squeezed shut as you moan.
Suddenly your eyes snap open, feeling a wriggling tentacle push against your ass. It pushes into your tight hole, quickly following the others as it pumps and squirms in your other hole, trying to pry your body open.
Your eyes flutter shut once more, mouth now hung open- feeling utterly useless as your body gets used.
You let out a groan and whimper as another one pushes into your ass, much more eager than its other counterparts as it quickly fucks into you.
Sneakily one last tentacle slides up your body and quickly rubs at your clit.
You feel your legs tense, trying to thrash around due to pleasure, but it’s no use with the bondage the tentacles have put you in.
The five tentacles continue to pump and fuck into your body, eagerly wanting to bring you to your release.
With a scream your vision goes white, cunt clenching around the tentacles- your entire body tightening up.
Slowly your vision fades, moaning as you feel the tentacles release a thicker liquid into you.
You aren’t sure what time it is when you wake up once more, but you could tell the sun would be setting soon.
You blink quickly, looking around at your surroundings. There were no tentacles around you, and your clothing back on your body.
Then you look down between your legs, quickly touching the area- you were completely clean. No traces of any goo from the tentacles.
Shaking your head you slowly get up, legs feeling weak from the activities that happened earlier.
With a breath you slowly make your way back to your house. You look up towards the sky, “At least it’s not dark..” You say quietly.
“Who knows..maybe I would’ve ran into warewolves..” You say with a snort. How ridiculous would that be?
Thinking about tentacle!roommate who gave you a copy of his cock for your birthday…
It was stupid, it really was. You never intended to use the cock you roommate gave you as a gag gift last year, you swear! It’s just…you got so curious and all of your other sex toys just aren’t the same anymore….
So, you went digging at the back of your closet where you hid the box behind some old clothes. The box is black and sleek, a simple gold design engraved on top. The top opens like a shoe box, inside a large, veiny, purple dildo sits, waiting for you. You swear you’ve seen it somewhere before..or something just like it? Whatever, you’re too horny to even think about that right now.
You slowly drag your panties down your thighs and they fall onto the floor. The bed feels squishy underneath you as you slowly spread your legs apart to reveal your aching pussy, god you need to feel this dick, right now.
Your fingers gently spread open your pussy lips, a string on gooey pre-cum sticks to your lips, connecting them. Two fingers glide up and down your pussy, smearing your syrupy liquid.
Once you feel you’re ready, you take the dildo out of the box and give it a small kitten lick. Then, you lick a large stripe from the base to the top and suck the large, purple tip. You let out a moan that causes a vibration to rumble through the dick. As you fuck the dildo with your mouth, you realise something, is that….cum? You watch as sticky cum spurts out and bubbles, falling down the veiny cock. Damn, you roommate must have spent a fortune getting this!
The cock twitches as you begin pumping it with your hand, wet with the fake cum and your own. You watch in fascination as the cock keep spilling more and more cum, its spills down the sides and onto your hand. You lick a fat stripe up the cock, laying your warm tongue flat, sucking up the cum. Honestly you don’t even know what this fake cum is made of, it taste extremely real!
Once you feel it’s lubed enough you bring it down to you cunt. The wet cock moves up and down your pussy, parting your wet lips and prodding at your clit. You spread you legs even more and let the cock enter your pussy. You slowly put the dildo into your warm, wet cunt and when it’s fully in you let it sit for a moment. Then you begin to move the dildo in and out of your cunt, wet spurts of liquid gush out from the side of the dildo, running down your hands and onto the bed below you.
God, it’s feels so fucking good. You can feel it so deep, fucking you hard and fast. The sounds were lewd and disgusting. Wet squelching fills the room and breathy moans escape your hoarse throat. Fucking hell, you swear you can feel it twitch and leak inside of you. The fake cock fucks you relentlessly, hitting you g-stop repeatedly and pushing against you clit at the same time. Your eyes roll back and your legs are flayed in the air, you’re gonna cum so fucking hard.
At the other side of town, your roommate sits, cock engulfed deep in your fat pussy. He feels every fucking inch of your cunt creaming around him. He honestly can’t believe you’re actually using it…the copy he had made of his big cock just for you to use as you please.
Do you know it’s his actual cock? He should tell you, right? Right now he doesn’t even care, all he can focus on is you warm creamy cunt suctioning his tentacle dick.
He rams into you with ruthless force, hitting your g-stop repeatedly, cum spurts from every angle, spraying both of you.
You swear it’s moving on its own! Its tentacles drag against your warm walls and slam back into you with merciless force. Creamy cum drips down the side of his dick and falls onto you sweet pussy making you moan and squeal.
You can hardly fucking breathe, all you can think about is the feeling of his dick inside you. Your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm hits you hard, so fucking hard.
Creamy cum squirts out of your pussy coating the cock in even more liquid. Your moans squeal out as you keep the dick’s relentless pace on your poor aching pussy. The stream of cum doesn’t stop, not while the cock keeps fucking you, The cock begins to convulse inside of you, it tentacles gripping onto every inch of your sore pussy, a load of cum shoots deep inside of your vagina.
Oh my god, did it just cum??
When your orgasm ends you lay there idle for a moment. You slowly pull the dildo out of your cunt, the tentacles drag against you sensitive inner walls making you suck in a breath.
As the cock falls out, streams of white, sticky cum falls out with it. There’s so much, you take the dick and drag it through your cummy pussy feeling the cock one last time. It slaps against you throbbing pussy a couple of times before you let out a soft moan.
