Hero!Tentacle Monster has been staying at your inn for the last few weeks now, recovering from his last quest. And he will not stop flirting with you.
Every time you come into his room to serve food or help change his bandages you’d barely last a minute before feeling his wandering tentacle. It made you jump every time while he acted like nothing was happening.
As if it was seeking out the warmth of your cunt on its own, curling around your thick thigh and making its way up to your hot, often dripping, core. It became instinctive at this point. Whenever you’d walk into the room your pussy would tingle and flood with the beginning signs of arousal.
His tentacles always teasing, flicking over your slit before oh so slyly pushing past the seam of your undergarments and coating its wriggly length in your essence. No matter how much you squirm or whatever moans slip out he never acknowledged it or went much further.
Then when you finally dared to bring up the elephant in the room of what he was doing with his tentacles he’d simply tease you about it. His eyes would light up and a grin would play on his lips. A few of his tentacles would slip down to swirl around your entrance while others would suck on your clit.
Casually going on and on until you were weak in the knees, your mind slowly forgetting what you were confronting him about.
“Are they now? They must think you need saving from a painful celibacy,” he’d say, pure arrogance dripping him his tongue.
The more weak you got over his exploding tentacles the more cheeky he became.
“You know they really have a thing for damsels in distress. And baby you look mighty distressed. If only there was a hero strong enough to save you.”
Just when you were about to cum from the dual stimulation he’d cough. Which would then trigger a groan from the pain in his ribs. An excuse, a lame excuse at that, to pull his tentacles away from your sopping sex to cover his mouth instead. Said it was only good manners in front of a lady.
Though he wouldn’t bother to be slick when he’d then pop them straight into his mouth. Not even thinking to stifle the way he moans at the taste.
No, he’d be more than shameless with that. Licking each and every one of his tentacles clean of your juices. You’d try to resume your duties after but his hungry gaze kept making you shiver in delight.
“You’ve been doing this for weeks now, you know. There’s gotta be more than one way to cure a hero,” he quips suggestively, eyes raking down your luscious curves.
You have to rush out of his room instantly before you do something rash and start riding the injured hero’s tentacle cocks like your lives depended on it.
Only for you to hide back out in your own room and pleasure yourself for hours on end. Coming over and over to the thought of him. Yet the ache remained knowing nothing would quite hit as good, as deep, as his tentacles.
What was worse was the following day when you’d walk in to see his smug self-satisfied grin. Knowing without a doubt what you had been busy doing all night. Almost as if he’d slipped his tentacle into the walls and listened as you quietly moaned out his name with each orgasm that took you.
But no, that wasn’t possible. Or was it?
Maybe his tentacle cocks were leaking, itching to be inside you, just as the memory. Then again, maybe they weren’t.
But at this point you couldn’t tell what was your slick and what was his as his girthy tentacle pushes your folds apart to ignite your pulsing nerves. Ruthlessly teasing and edging you to the brink where you simply couldn’t hold it back anymore.
You cum from him just suckling on your sensitive pulsing clit and the brutal glide of his massive cock fucking into you so deeply you practically became a spit roast. The smirk on his face mirrors your own thoughts perfectly. How pathetic.
Still you milked your orgasm for every last drop and this time when he pops it into his mouth you maintain eye contact. A mutual understanding and appreciation between you now.
By the time Hero!Tentacle Monster is all healed and his stay with you is over, the two of you know more about each other’s bodies than do about your respective practices.
You stand outside of the inn with him, hesitant to let him go as much as he’s hesitant to leave. Both of you just staring at each other as the sun begins to rise off the horizon. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he turns his back to you to retrieve a gift he prepared.
Though you don’t know what to think when he faces you with a large tentacle.
One that isn’t currently connected to his body.
“Use it when you miss me,” he explains softly, presenting you wish his detachable tentacle cock for you to keep. His lustful gaze pierces into your own as you gently take it.
You’re not quite sure what to do with it if you’re being completely honest. But you’re positive it’ll be fun to figure out.
“I shall come back for it soon. And for you,” he promises with a sense of honestly that shakes you, sealing it with a kiss that steals your breath away and makes his cock twitch and harden in your hands.
