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.
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…
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?
Summary: On Easter morning, a woman finds a decorative egg that is actually a powerful tentacled creature. It holds her helpless and fills every orifice with its appendages.
I found the egg nestled in the fake grass of my Easter basket.
It wasn't there when I went to bed. I knew because I'd assembled the damn thing myself—shredded pastel filler, a chocolate rabbit with one ear already bitten off, those vile marshmallow chicks I pretended to hate.
But this morning, sitting right where my coffee mug should have been, was an egg the size of a cantaloupe. Ceramic? Glass? I couldn't tell. The surface swirled with colors that didn't quite exist—purples that bled into greens that had no business touching, veins of gold that seemed to pulse when I squinted.
"Pretty," I whispered, reaching out.
The moment my fingertip made contact, the shell went soft. Not cracking—melting, like wax beneath an invisible flame. I tried to snatch my hand back, but something had already hooked into my skin. Tiny barbs, no, suckers, no—
The egg unfolded.
That's the only word for it.
One moment it was a smooth oval cradled in shredded green plastic, the next it had blossomed into a constellation of limbs. Tentacles. Dozens, then hundreds, spilling over the edges of the basket and slithering across my kitchen table. They weren't the rubbery octopus kind I'd seen in hentai. These were wrong. Each one ended in something different; a bulbous glans, a tapered corckscrew that twisted even as I watched, a ridged shaft that flared at the base like a knot, a split head that drooled clear fluid.
I opened my mouth to scream.
One of them was faster.
The tentacle that shoved past my lips tasted sweet, like ripe fruit. It didn't push deep. Just filled my mouth enough to muffle the sound, pressing my tongue flat against the floor of my jaw while more of its brothers slithered up my thighs.
"Shhh," the egg said.
Except it wasn't speaking. The vibration came from everywhere—from the air, from the floorboards, from the tentacle parked between my molars. Inside me, somehow. Like the thing had already begun to nest in my skull.
"You touched me. You opened me. Now you get to be my little Easter basket."
I tried to bite down. My teeth sank into flesh that gave like overdone steak, then hardened, forcing my jaw wider. The taste intensified—metallic and sweet and hungry. A second tentacle slithered alongside the first, and I gagged as they pressed against the back of my throat in tandem. Not rough. Precise. Like they'd mapped every inch of my mouth before I was born.
"That's it. Stretch those pretty lips. I want to see the outline of my cocks through your cheeks."
Cocks. Plural. I looked down, past the tentacles now winding around my wrists, pinning my arms to the chair and saw that the thing wasn't exaggerating. The limbs that had removed my dress and wrapped my legs apart ended in shapes that belonged on a body, not an egg.
One nudged against the dampening cotton of my panties, its head shaped like a corckscrew that rotated in lazy circles. Another pressed higher, smearing its slick across my belly, and when it found my navel it toyed there.
"You're wet already." The egg sounded pleased. "Did you dream about this? Wake up with your thighs sticky and your cunt clenching around nothing?"
I wanted to say no. I wanted to spit out the twin shafts stretching my lips, wanted to kick and claw and run. But my body wasn't listening to my brain anymore. The juices coating my thighs weren't sweat. When the corckscrew tentacle finally shoved my panties aside and dragged its twisting head through my folds, my hips lifted.
"Oh," the egg crooned. "You're going to be so easy."
It didn't wait for permission.
The corckscrew drove into my cunt in one spiraling thrust and I felt every rotation. The ridges carved channels through my clinging flesh, spreading me wider than any human cock ever had. My scream came out garbled around the tentacles in my throat, spit bubbling past my stretched lips as the thing in my pussy kept turning, kept boring deeper.
"There it is." The egg's voice vibrated in my mind. "Your little clutch of nerves. I can feel them pulsing against my tip. Do you know how many eggs I'm going to pump past that ring of muscle? How many times I'm going to make you gush around me before I'm done?"
I couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. The corckscrew had bottomed out and it unfurled—petals of flesh spreading inside my womb, anchoring itself in place. The tentacles in my mouth pulled free just long enough for me to choke out a sob.
"Please—"
"Please what? Keep going? Stop? Use your words, little slut."
"Need more!" you shouted shamlessly.
And the tentacled egg gave it. You were swiftly moved on all fours, arms and legs restrained, pussy still overfilled. Another tentacle came to tease your asshole. No corckscrew on this one, just a smooth, tapered tip that widened into thick, pulsing knots every inch along its length. It circled my tightest hole while the thing in my cunt gave a lazy twist, sending sparks up my spine.
"That's the one I'm most excited about," the egg admitted. "Your mouth is soft. Your cunt is greedy. But your ass... that's going to fight me. And I love it when they fight."
I clenched. Every muscle in my body locked up as the tapered tip pressed against my asshole, not forcing,just letting me feel how much wider it was than anything that belonged there. The knotted shaft pulsed against my rim, and the tentacle in my womb rotated again, sending fresh slick gushing down my thighs.
"You can relax or you can tear. I don't care which. But I'm not asking twice."
The first knot popped past my sphincter and I sobbed.
It wasn't pain, exactly. Or maybe it was, but my nerves had stopped translating properly. The sensation was pressure; a fullness that spread from my asshole through my entire pelvis, compressing organs that had never been touched before. The tentacle paused with the first knot seated inside me, and I felt every ridge of it pressing against my inner walls.
"Breathe," the egg ordered. "You're going to take all six knots before I let you come. And you will come. You'll come until your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out and you forget your own name. And then I'll fill you."
The tentacle pushed deeper. Second knot. My vision whited out at the edges, and I heard myself making sounds I'd never made before—high, keening uh-uh-uh noises. The thing in my cunt had started moving again, corckscrew ridges dragging against my g-spot on every rotation, and the two shafts in my mouth returned, replaced by three, all different shapes.
One was smooth and blunt, like a mushroom cap. One had ridges that vibrated against my tongue. The third... the third was split down the middle, a cleft dick that wrapped around my tongue and pulled, forcing me to suckle it deeper.
"That's it. Show me that throat. I want to feel you swallow around me."
I gagged as the split tentacle slid past my gag reflex. The mushroom cap followed, then the ridged one, and suddenly my throat was a sleeve, a wet tunnel for three monster cocks that pistoned in a rhythm I couldn't predict. Sometimes they pushed together, stretching my lips to their limit. Sometimes they alternated—one thrusting while the others held still, then switching, keeping me off-balance.
The third knot popped into my ass.
Fourth.
I was crying now. Or maybe just leaking—tears, spit, the juices that gushed from my cunt every time the corckscrew twisted. The tentacle in my womb had begun to swell, its base expanding to lock itself behind my pubic bone, and I realized with a distant kind of horror that I couldn't push it out even if I wanted to. I was plugged.
"You feel that?" The egg's voice was softer now. "That's my ovipositor. It's threading itself through your cervix right now. Can you feel the little barbs?"
I could. Thousands of microscopic hooks, each one anchoring the tentacle deeper into my womb. Making sure I couldn't dislodge it even if I tried.
"I'm going to lay my eggs inside you. And you're going to take every single one."
The first egg moved through the ovipositor.
I felt it travel—a smooth, hard sphere pushing through the tentacle's core, distending the shaft as it descended toward my womb. The sensation was wrong in the most exquisite way, a fullness that had no right to feel good but made my walls clench anyway.
"Here it comes, little slut. Open up."
The egg pushed past the tip of the ovipositor and lodged in my womb. I felt my abdomen bulge—just slightly, just enough to see if I looked down—as the sphere settled against my uterine wall. The corckscrew tentacle gave a final twist, grinding the egg deeper, and I came.
Not a gentle orgasm. Not a ripple or a flutter. My entire body locked, every muscle going rigid as my cunt seized around the corckscrew shaft and my ass clenched around the knotted tentacle and my throat milked the three cocks shoved down it. I felt my eyes roll back. Felt my tongue loll past the split tentacle. Felt my consciousness fracture as the egg in my womb pulsed with heat.
"One," the egg counted. "Only nineteen more to go."
Nineteen???
The second egg started its descent before my orgasm finished. I was still twitching, still gasping around the cocks in my throat, when another hard sphere pushed into my womb. The next one followed, then another and another, the previous eggs shifted aside to make room, and I felt my abdomen stretch, felt the skin of my lower belly tighten.
"You're taking them so well. I thought you'd fight more. Beg more. But look at you... Your cunt is dripping. Your nipples are so hard I could hang ornaments on them. You want this. You've always wanted this."
I couldn't deny it. Not when my hips were grinding against the corckscrew tentacle, chasing the friction. Not when my ass was pushing back against the knotted shaft, trying to take it deeper. Not when my throat was working around the three cocks like I'd been born to swallow.
The tentacles in my mouth pulled free.
I gasped for air, coughing, spitting, drool stringing from my chin to my chest. Before I could speak, the egg's voice filled my head again.
"Look down."
I looked.
My lower belly was swollen. Distended, stretched around the eggs into my womb. I could see the outlines of them through my skin, smooth spheres pressing outward like I'd swallowed a dozen billiard balls.
"Eight," the egg said. "You've taken eight. Let's speed this up."
The tentacles shifted. The knotted shaft in my ass pulled out— knot by knot, each one dragging against my sphincter until I was sobbing from the loss. The three cocks in my mouth retreated, leaving my lips bruised and gaping. Even the corckscrew in my cunt unfurled, its petals folding back as it began to withdraw.
"No—" The word escaped before I could stop it.
The egg laughed. "Oh, darling. Did you think I was done with you?"
New tentacles rose from the mass. These ones were different—thicker, darker, their ends shaped like fists, like bulbs, like nothing I'd ever seen in any anatomy textbook. One pressed against my pussy.
"There." The egg sounded satisfied. "Time to take the rest."
I screamed as the new tentacle bottomed out. The sensation was indescribable—not pleasure, not pain, but a kind of pressure that rewired my brain with every thrust. The egg in my womb pulsed, and I felt the remaining eggs surge forward, no longer moving one by one but in a flood.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
My belly swelled like a balloon. I could see my skin stretching, the outlines of eggs pressing outward in a grotesque parody of pregnancy. The tentacle in my new hole began to rotate, its tip scraping against something that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Fifteen," the egg crooned. "You're halfway there. And you haven't even come again yet."
I had. I was. The orgasm built without my permission, rising from the pressure in my womb and the fullness in my hole and the hum of the tentacles still wrapped around my limbs. I opened my mouth to scream—
The split tentacle shoved back inside.
I gagged around it as the ridged one joined it, as the mushroom cap pressed against my soft palate. The three cocks filled my throat in a perfect triangle, and this time when I swallowed, I felt them pulse—felt something thick and hot shoot past my lips, flooding my mouth with that ripe-sweet taste.
"You wanted my cum, little slut? Take it."
I swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed, because the tentacles wouldn't stop pumping, filling my belly with something that burned in the most delicious way. My stomach distended alongside my womb, the two swellings pressing against each other through my diaphragm, making it hard to breathe.
"There she is," the egg breathed. "There's my good little slut.."
The final eggs came in a rush and were the most difficult to accept. I lost count as my body gave up trying to resist and simply surrendered. The tentacles in my holes began to withdraw—slowly, carefully, their barbs and knots and corckscrews pulling free one by one.
And then I was empty.
No. Not empty. Full. My belly hung heavy between my thighs, round and taut and groaning with the weight of twenty eggs. I could feel them shifting when I breathed, could feel the cum sloshing in my stomach, could feel the ache of every hole stretched beyond its limits.
"Happy Easter, my little slut."
The tentacles retreated—slithering back into the central mass, which had begun to harden, the colors swirling slower and slower until it was just an egg again. A decorative egg, sitting in a pool of slick and cum and my own fluids.
I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Could only feel—the eggs settling in my wombs, the cum digesting in my belly, the throb of every orifice the thing had claimed.
When I finally dragged myself to the bathroom hours later, I was still leaking. Still full. And when I looked in the mirror, I saw the egg monster's final gift: a tattoo on my lower belly, right above the swell of its children.
You lay there, the fabric of your panties molded against your core with how wet you had become. Dreams vivid like you were experiencing them firsthand. It was rare to get such deep sleep like you were having currently.
But when sleep came this heavily, you weren't easy to wake like usual. On your back, arms tossed above your head like you had stretched out in your sleep. You decided to forgo clothing, aside the panties. The summer heat and lack of air conditioning was a terrible mix for decent sleep.
You let out a small whimper as something warm and thick rubbed against the moist fabric. You shifted in your sleep, hips seeking more of the feeling.
It continued, as another slowly moved, bunching and pulling the fabric of your panties aside, allowing more movement between your slick folds. Each thrust of the thing giving you such sweet feelings, slightly flicking your clit with each one.
A small mewl of pleasure escaped your sleep ridden lips. Eyes blinking the heavy sleep away, vision blurred from the sleep and therefore lack of.
Whatever, or whoever stood in front of you, was certainly not human. Well, it looked to be almost human, but the multiple protrusions coming from its back said otherwise. Along with the almost red like hue that surrounded it.
Your eyes, now fully open and clear of any sleep induced blurriness made their way from the top of its head. From there, to the lack of facial features. But enough for you to feel a twist in your stomach that you knew all too well. Your eyes traveled down, seeing the way this thing had its arms crossed. Like you were the one interrupting its sleep, and not the other way around.
However, what made your stomach curl in a fiery and delicious feeling were the protrusions. The same ones that held your panties, rubbing through your folds like he knew this would have you slick and needy for more. They were almost tentacle like, with what felt like tapered ends, like tentacles.
Another one meets the one rubbing against you, subtly nudging the sopping excuse you called your hole. You let out yet another whimper, hands moving on their accord. Moving to grab at the tentacle that nudged against your entrance. He was faster, much faster than you expected. Two more tentacles came, wrapping around your wrists, and immobilizing you. They pulled your wrists up and above your head as the tentacle near your entrance shoved itself deep within your wet, velvety walls.
A gasped moan retches from your lungs at the sudden filling of your cunt. Your thighs shake slightly, trying to adjust to the way his tentacle filled you in a way that will have your toes curling in pleasure. Another moan is pulled from you as he began moving the tentacle, not caring to start off slow. The way it pulled out and plunged back in had your back arching off the bed, head tilted back, and eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.
The bedroom was filled with gasping moans, mewls, and the wet sounds of your cunt being fucked relentlessly by this entity of a man with tentacles.
You could barely hear the subtle huff of desired amusement that came from him as he watched his own tentacle quickly turn a creamy white from fucking your sweet cunt.
Another slowly nudged at the tight hole behind your cunt. You let out a filthy moan, body going dangerously into a state of overstimulation. Not only was your clit being played with and your sopping hole being fucked, now you had a tentacle trying to enter your tight ass.
Your body shook lightly as you continued moaning, the tentacle slowly pushing its way in. You let out a small cry between moans, the stretch bordering burning.
His head tilted slightly as he watched the way your body shook, if you could see it through lust blown eyes, you would see there most definitely was a look of amusement.
Three tentacles moving at different speeds, moving different ways. Not knowing which one to focus on, mind spinning and leaving you to only moan and cry out in ecstasy from all the different speeds.
The one flicking your clit was a slow but heavy movement, the one fucking your cunt was bruising your cervix in a way that your body got off on, and the one in your tight ass was slow and deep.
You could feel the coil deep in your stomach, lighting afire. The fire started deep within your stomach, quickly moving through your veins, leaving your entire body in a heated state that was going to have you coming around his tentacle.
As if he knew, a final tentacle came to your mouth as it opened to scream out in pleasure. Taking your last hole, and breath. All of your holes filled, the stimulation occurring all over body was more than enough to have you diving head first into the fiery pits that sat in the depths of your belly.
Tears falling from your eyes as your walls clenched repeatedly around the tentacle. However, he continued his ministrations, moving faster it felt like. You were forced to take it, being fucked through your orgasm. Moaning against the tentacle that you were deep throating, body twitching in various parts, praying this would end before you were thrown into the fires of yet another orgasm.
His body twitched ever slightly, his head tilting back as the three tentacles filling all three of your holes went impossibly deeper before stilling.
You whimper before letting out a choked out noise, feeling all around used. Not necessarily a bad used, but used in a way that would leave you limp and satiated for weeks to come.
You were meant to be in the library studying. And while you were in the library, you were doing anything but studying. The college was one of the oldest known buildings, and there were many odd things that happened around the school. But this would have to be one of the oddest.
You’d been in the farthest corner of the library, copying down notes for your upcoming test, when you heard a soft rustling coming from behind you. You lifted your head and looked around, yet you didn’t really see anything. Turning back to your work and shaking your head, the lack of sleep must be getting to you.
But you must’ve been sleep deprived in order to hallucinate the black tendrils slithering along the floor near your feet. Cocking your head to the side as you blinked a few times, hoping they would go away.
Yet, they didn’t. You looked behind you and saw yellow unblinking eyes staring at you from a crevice in the wall. Its gaze made a chill run down my spine, a spike of fear in your heart and a soft gasp leaving your lips as you felt the cool slick feeling of a tentacle making its way under your pant leg.
You should’ve screamed, should’ve ran away from whatever horror lived in this school. Yet it’s like you were frozen in place, watching as the appendage made its way up your leg. It inched higher and higher, a warmth pooling between your thighs, a blush spreading on your cheeks as you looked around, wondering if anyone could see what was happening. But it was only you in this section, the book shelves obscuring any view of you.
The slick tendrils prodded at the fabric of your underwear but had trouble getting under it. Swallowing softly and looking around to make sure there was truly no one else near you, you couldn’t believe you were really about to do this.
You lifted your hips and shimmied your jeans and underwear down just a little bit, enough to feel the cold air of the library on your skin. You still felt the tentacle struggling a little so you decided to throw the dog a bone, looking around one more time before gently bending yourself over the table, just enough to have your hips in the air. Picking back up your pen and trying to continue writing down your notes, but the creature behind you had other ideas.
You felt the slick black tentacle poking and prodding your entrance, making you blush harder as you tried to ignore it, trying to act like nothing was happening. Yet when you felt it finally push in, felt it making itself at home along your warm insides, you couldn’t help but let a pant escape your lips. Poor thing was just cold, needed something warm and wet to bury into, and you were more than willing to help.
Your writing got shakier as you felt it slowly start to move, it was a fairly thin appendage, enough to hit the sweet nerves along your walls. But it wouldn’t be satisfied with just one, slowly you could feel two more tentacles making their way up the back of your thighs, making your eyes widen. You bit your lip and were about to swat the tendrils away when you felt them, one by one, slide along side their companion.
You were starting to feel stuffed and you could feel yourself leaking. With your busy schedule you barely had time to come before bed most nights, this was the most action you’d gotten in months. Biting your lip to keep yourself silent and gripping your pen almost to the breaking point as you felt them all start to move.
They were skinny separately, but all of them together, thrusting in your tight little hole, was enough to make your eyes flutter. All of them moving at a different pace, feeling yourself dribble down your thighs as they filled you. Your thighs shaking softly as you moved from gripping your pen to gripping the table, not able to stop the soft little noises spilling from your lips as they sped up. You were so out of it you barely noticed the fourth black tendril, making its way up your arm and to your parted lips. This one was thicker than the others, and as it slithered into the warm cavern of your mouth, it muffled the surprised gasp that left you.
It quickly realized it could go deeper than just your mouth, sliding down your throat and slowly starting to fuck it. Moving back and forth, a sensation so dirty yet so heavenly it was enough to make your eyes roll back as the tendrils between your thighs moved faster. They could feel your walls constricting around them, and they loved nothing more than to stay in the tight and welcoming warmth of your holes.
Time blurred, you didn’t really know how long you’d been there, thighs shaking as they brought you over the edge multiple times, cum dripping down to a puddle on the carpet beneath you. Drooling on the tentacle down your throat when you feel their pace get almost frantic. Your eyes hazy and half lidded as you let your holes get used, gripping the table weakly as their pace got relentless. Clawing at the wood with your nails as you felt all of them go as deep as they could, stuffing you to the brim as they reached release.
Your throat filled with warm slick goo, making you choke a little bit and you had no choice but to swallow. The substance trickling down your thighs as they nestled together in you one more time before pulling out, leaving your holes used and filled.
You had to take a moment, panting and feeling your legs shake as you laid against the table, taking your time to come back into your body. You slowly slid back up your jeans, sitting back down on the chair and cringing at the sight of the puddle of cum and goo on the floor beneath you. Swallowing softly you looked around again, stealing a glance behind you, and that’s when you noticed the yellow eyes in the crevice of the wall staring at you, still unblinking, but it's curious gaze had shifted.
You could’ve sworn it looked at you with love.
[thank you for all the love! Gonna be honest, @ozzgin and the house monster really got to me😮💨 come back next week for pack of werewolves x plane crash survivor!]
tentacle!monster x human!Reader
Good to know: smut, no plot
Previously:
[tentacle] Monster under the bed - Your new house is full of surprises.
Summary: You can't help yourself, you try out the bed again.
The silence presses down on you as you hover in the doorway. Your hand is on the wooden frame, fingers trailing along its worn surface while your eyes are locked on the bed. It is a familiar sight, yet it feels different now as if the air around it carries a weight of its own. It looks just as it did a few days ago: white sheets stretched taut, invitingly soft blankets spilling over the sides, and the dark, robust frame grounding it in place. Nothing feels out of place, but you know the truth. You experienced it. And damn, you want it again.
The last several days blurred together in a haze of legal jargon and endless paperwork, but even with the constant demands of sorting through your aunt's will, the memory of your first night in her house, well, now yours, lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow you couldn't quite shake off. Though, with so much to do, you hadn't let yourself dwell on it. So, instead of settling in the upstairs bedroom, you'd chosen the couch in the living room. It wasn't exactly comfortable, you have to buy a new one as soon as possible, but it was your only option since you didn't have the time or energy to face the monster under the bed.
But this night is different. The house seems quieter now, broken only by the steady, rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs, and the air feels alive, heavy with waiting and unspoken anticipation. It wraps around you like a charged current. Your stomach tightens with excitement and nervousness as your gaze remains fixed on the bed. Its crisp white sheets and soft blankets seem to glow faintly in the dim light of the room, inviting and taunting. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you pull the edge of the plush towel tighter around yourself. The fabric is soft and warm against your bare skin.
Something about the room feels different now as though it’s holding its breath along with you, waiting for you to take the next step.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this," you murmur under your breath. Your voice wavers with a mix of disbelief and determination as you take slow, deliberate steps further inside the quiet room. The towel slips from your grip, falling silently to the floor in a soft heap around your feet. You step over it without a glance, the cool air brushing against your bare skin, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
Stopping beside the bed, for a long moment, you just stand there, and then, with a quiet exhale, you climb up onto it. The mattress shifts slightly under your weight as you move, your breathing shallow as you settle on your knees. You let yourself sink into the position, your legs folding beneath you while your hands rest lightly on your thighs. The sheets feel cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the lingering heat of your body. Your eyes roam the edges of the bed, tracing its shadowed lines as the anticipation builds. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind outside, feels magnified as you sit there, waiting.
Your breath catches, and your heart beats faster. The tension in the room is thick enough to hold you in place.
And you don't have to wait for long.
With growing tension, you watch as the familiar dark purple tentacles begin to emerge from beneath the bed. They move, curling and twisting on the soft sheets, tracing lazy paths along the blankets. Their slick texture glimmers under the dim light of the room. You can see the ripple of muscles as they get closer and closer.
You don’t realize you are holding your breath until your lungs protest, burning with the strain. "Okay," you gasp. Your hands fidget nervously in your lap, fingers twisting together as you force yourself to remain still. "You won't hurt me," you add, though the words are more for your own benefit than anything else.
The gap between you and the tentacles continues to shrink, each second stretching longer than the last. Your muscles coil, every fiber of your being instinctively anticipating the touch, the moment they make contact. It feels like an eternity, but finally, they reach you. The first touch is almost tentative, the tips of the tentacles grazing over the smooth skin of your knees. The featherlight touch sends a shiver through your spine. Then slowly, they slide upward. Their movement is fluid as they glide over your thighs, tracing the curve of your body with a surprising gentleness. You inhale sharply, your chest rising and falling with the rhythm of your shallow, quick breaths while they wind around your waist. Their cool, slippery length leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your arms lift slightly and instinctively to give them more room to roam. Your fingers tremble as you hold yourself steady. The tension in your body is palpable, every nerve on edge as you watch their movements, your gaze fixed, unwilling to look away.
“Oh,” you sigh softly. The sound escapes you before you can stop it.
The tentacles move with intent. They explore you, curling and across your bare skin. They graze over the sensitive curves of your breasts, flicking and licking your nipples until they are hard, tender pebbles. The limbs coil around your soft flesh, kneading and groping.
You are completely absorbed in the sensation, so much so that you don’t notice the tentacles slithering up between your legs. They press forward with a delicate persistence, spreading your thighs apart in the process. The sudden rush of cold air against the damp heat of your center jolts through your body, sharp and biting. It punches an airy gasp from your heaving chest, and your hips instinctively shift, seeking more contact. The delicate press of the tip of the tentacles is a subtle reminder of just how much control you’ve lost and how much you don't care about it at all. The two limbs explore your pussy, gliding along your folds. You shudder with delight, taking a deep, sharp breath when one tip brushes over your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud over and over again.
"Oh, fuck," you groan under your breath, looking down at the tentacles stroking up and down between your legs. Even the sight is enough to take your breath away, but feeling them spreading your own wetness between your thighs is more than you can bear without moving. Your hips rock on their own accord, searching for the friction that has you moaning when you feel one tip at your entrance, prodding. Your head falls back as you feel it press inside you, your hand automatically reaches down, your fingers curling around the tendril that ripples and shifts under your touch.
The two limbs wrapped around your thighs tighten their grip, keeping you open and utterly exposed. The firmness of their hold contrasts sharply with the softer touch of the ones exploring your chest. They knead and tease your breasts, their movements deliberate and slow, drawing shivers and soft gasps from your lips. The other tendril in your pussy pushes deeper within you. Its girth stretches you, filling you with a tantalizing pressure that leaves you dizzy with arousal.
For a long, endless moment, you forget everything else, completely consumed by the overwhelming fullness. The last several days, and even the fact that you are kneeling naked on the bed to get fucked by a monster hiding under the bed somehow, all fades into the back of your mind. Your fidgeting grows more desperate, every motion sending jolts of pleasure through you, making it impossible to stay still. The tendril inside you moves with maddening precision, stroking against spots that make your vision blur. Your thoughts dissolve into a haze of heat and need. Time halts for a heartbeat, only to whirl around you when a second tendril presses against your slick, needy entrance. Its tip is unyielding yet gentle, testing the limits of what you can take. The stretch is intense, teetering on the edge of too much, yet your body responds with a rush of heat and involuntary shivers. Your hips twitch, caught in a helpless rhythm, trying to adjust to the new intrusion even as the first tendril continues its maddening exploration. They move in perfect synchronicity, each thrust and grind forcing you to confront just how far your limits can be pushed. A sharp cry rises in your throat, raw and trembling, and your toes curl. Your muscles twitch, and the burning coil in your stomach makes your spine arch. Each thrust feels deeper, more intense. Your mind swims in the haze of pleasure and surrender. And then, just when you think you can’t take any more, they adjust, angling perfectly to hit that spot deep inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. Your entire body twitches, caught in the tidal wave of pleasure as the tendrils inside you find their mark again and again. Each calculated thrust sends bolts of ecstasy coursing through your veins, building a pressure deep within that demands release.
The limbs holding your thighs tremble slightly, adjusting their grip to keep you perfectly positioned, vulnerable, and utterly exposed to their relentless attention. The tendrils inside you work in tandem, their movements a perfect symphony of pleasure and teasing control. The ones stretching your soaked, trembling walls pulse gently, creating a rhythm that stokes the heat building in your core.
Above, the tendrils on your chest shift their tactics, tugging and rolling your hardened peaks between soft, textured tips. Every squeeze sends ripples of arousal straight to your pussy. Your hips buck instinctively, seeking more. Every movement pulls you deeper into their grasp.
A strangled moan escapes you. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps as the pressure inside crests higher. They sense your mounting release, the way your body quivers and clenches around them, and their pace shifts. They become faster and more insistent.
Your body tenses, your vision blurs, and the world seems to shatter as the climax crashes over you in waves, leaving you trembling and utterly spent in their grasp. Your cries echo in the space around you, raw and unrestrained. The tendrils inside you slow their movements but don’t withdraw, their presence a constant, throbbing reminder of the pleasure they’ve drawn from you.
The limbs holding you begin to loosen, though not entirely, as if reluctant to release their claim. The tendrils inside you withdraw slowly after several seconds. Their departure is just as intense as their intrusion. The emptiness they leave behind sends a pang through your body, a mix of relief and longing that leaves you unsteady. As they retreat, their lingering touches trace along your skin, leaving trails of cool, slick sensations that make your body shiver. Your limbs feel boneless, your mind hazy, lost in the aftermath of their relentless attention.
Soon, they disappear under the bed, leaving you trembling and breathless.
Request: ghost and tentacles monster with reader threesome
Fulfilled fantasy
Tentacle monster x ghost x fem!reader || tentacles, double-penetration, sharing is caring, public sex (but nobody sees), role play, exhibitionism (kinda?), voyeurism, (kinda) bondage
Okay, maybe fucking in a park next to a cemetery wasn’t the common fantasy. But it was your fantasy and hell, there’s nobody around, and your tentacle-monster boyfriend is more than happy to fuck you anywhere.
He has a bit of a thing for public play, including slipping his tentacles on any of your holes while you were having dinner with friends. Or playing with your clit until you were gushing so much you left a puddle on the sofa. You were more than mortified, but he left a hefty tip. Needless to say, you did not go back to that place, like… ever.
But you wanted to fuck in that park, it had an aura of mystery and old scary movies that got your blood pumping and your clit tingling. So there you are, being groped and kissed by a tentacle monster in the grass area.
Something akin to a stick breaking sounds not too far from where you are, and your heart skips a beat. “What was that?” You ask, concerned, trying to look over his shoulder.
He doesn’t even stop his movements. “What was what?” His voice is muffled by your skin.
“Haven’t you heard that noise?” You ask, your voice breaking at the end when he finds a particularly good spot to suck on.
“It’s probably the wind,” he says kissing down your neck and sending shivers up your spine. His tentacles already unbuttoned your shirt and some of them are groping your ass and thighs. Your pussy is tingly.
But then you hear it again, this time closer. “That,” you repeat, an edge of trepidation and fear filling your senses.
He looks around, a hint of fear morphing his features. “Okay, yes. I did hear that. Fuck. Do you think it’s a ghost?” He gets up, adjusting his shirt and stepping back from your debauched-from still half undressed on the grass.
“Wha- what?” You ask, your voice stuttering as a wave of fear hits your gut. Your fight or flight response is asking you to run as fast as possible out of this park.
He offers you a tentacle and helps you up as he whisper-shouts: “I don’t know. Fuck. We should go. I shouldn’t have let you convince me to fuck here.”
“Dude! You weren’t fighting me at all. You wanted to get your tentacles wet as much as I wanted to be filled,” you chastise him, offended as you walk behind him, your steps fast and rushed as you try to compose your rumpled clothes.
“Where do you think you are going?” A grumpy and guttural voice says behind you.
You turn around so fast that you lose your step and some tentacles have to catch you before you hit the ground. Your tentacle-boyfriend tries to hide his laughter, but he fails. He coughs, trying to regain some semblance of a put-together act.
“You can’t leave the park without paying your dues,” his voice is trembling, as if he’s trying not to laugh and you want to hit him in the head. He promised he would play his part.
“What dues?” Your tentacle-monster asks, stepping closer to the ghost as if to protect you. What a sweetheart.
He ghost smirks, in a way that makes your body shiver. “Well… I’ve been watching you two have fun in my park, and now I want some of that fun. Your little minx there looks like she’s really fun to play with.”
“Wha- what do you mean?” You are nothing but a very dedicated actress. And the whole edge of fear is making your pussy soaking wet.
He laughs maniacally, like a super-villain. “Well, you see… If you let me fill that pretty little cunt of yours, I will let you out of this park.” The way he speaks of your cunt is making your clit pulsate at the same rhythm as your heartbeat. Fuck, you are so turned on your legs are trembling.
“And if- if not?” You ask, committing to your role.
“Do you really want to know?” He asks, his tone ominous. You shake your head, your body heating up as he runs his eyes up and down your body. “That’s what I thought. Now… Both of you lay down. And you, tentacle-boy, pin her down for me.” You absolutely adore when he gets that dominant, and by the whine your tentacle-monster boyfriend lets out, you aren’t the only one feeling it.
You do as told, sitting on his lap on the grass. There’s a tentacle curling around your arms, pining you down as a translucent hand opens your shirt completely, exposing you to the night air and sending sparks of trepidation to your extremities.
You are shivering in anticipation when more tentacles join the party, opening your legs, teasing the corners of your mouth asking for permission. You open your mouth and a warm tentacle rubs against your tongue, sliding down your throat and making you gag for a second before it pulls back and your tentacle-boyfriend laughs over you.
The ghost laughs. “You look so good when you’re gagging. But do you know how you would look even better?” You shake your head, your mouth occupied. “Being fucked in your pretty little ass with a tentacle as I fuck you open with my ghostly cock.”
You moan around the tentacle in your mouth, your brain melting as the translucent hands play with your nipples as he talks. You are so close already you want to sob in need. There’s a ripping sound and the next thing you know, your pussy is open to the air and your wetness is even more obvious.
“Fuck, she’s dripping. The little minx, so ready to be fucked,” the ghost says, probing your entrance with his fingers, and plunging two inside. You cry out around the tentacle in your mouth and they laugh. “Such a responsive little minx.”
He scissors his fingers inside of you, rubbing over your G-spot until you are gushing around him, soaking the grass under you as he works you open for his monster cock. He looks at you for a second, your mouth occupied and your eyes hooded with desire. He nods shortly, and that’s all warning you get before he’s pushing his huge dick inside of you with a hard thrust that moves your whole body over your tentacle-monster’s.
Your tentacle monster slips the tentacle out of your mouth, thoroughly lubricated. The ghost pounds into you as the shy tentacle starts pressing against your asshole. Luckily for all of you, you are nothing if not prepared, and you stretched it out and lubed it really well before coming. And now it pays out when your tentacle monster moans obscenely finding you all ready for him.
He starts slowly, pressing his tentacle in with care as the ghost on top of you has no such care. He’s fucking you like a madman, his translucent form floating over your body and his abs flexing with each thrust inside your welcoming pussy. You are moaning, and when the tentacle finally tunnels inside of you, you let out a scream that probably wakes every single bird in the area.
You feel the tell-tale sign of an upcoming orgasm, your toes curling and your back arching as they pound into you like beasts. You are moaning, pleading, talking stuff that you aren’t even sure about, but your brain is just a pile of jello inside your head.
When the orgasm hits you, it’s like a tidal wave, rushing over your body like electricity as your partners shake around you. The tentacles fucking you harder seeking their own release, your ghost fucking his come into you as both your holes are filled to the brim.
You black out for a second, your vision going white as you lay there, completely fucked out and they move around you, kissing each other as they break character (if they held it for even a second).
They almost carry you home, between chuckles and jokes as they talk about you as if you aren’t even there, as if you aren’t being carried by your monster boyfriends as your holes are still dripping their come. Needless to say… you get fucked again as soon as you are in your shared house.
