You always been interested and curious about all that includes sex but one thing you would die for were dildos; just not the normal ones.
You, along with sex, had been fixated with monsters and wished them to be real. But, poor little thing, the only comfort you had about it was your collection of monster cocks.
Orc dildo was the first one. You fell in love at first sight! Girthy, long, greenish with a darker green tip, veins all around it made your water mouth and your pussy clench. As soon as you bought it you were excited to have it and when it arrived to your house you could feel your stomach bubbly from excitement. It was hard taking even just half of it. Dumbing on it already, eyes rolling back, pussy (or hole) fluttering around it as you felt the stretch. Gasps bounced on the room walls everytime a new inch entered you. Let's just say it took you a whole afternoon to fit it and when you did you instantly came. A weird feeling overwhelming you but putting it aside as you played with it the whole night. Too dumb to even remember to eat.
Werewolf dildo was your second. You thought since you started with the big one (or at least big to you). Poor you, the knot was a surprise. Biting your lips you meditated how you could work with it. Big breaths and, as you sat on your bed you first sucked it. It was long, not wide as the Orc's one but it left a good sensation inside your mouth, especially when you arrived to the knot. This was red, veins popping out as it reacted to the way you blow it. It was so enjoyable giving it a blow job that your hole had gotten so incredibly wet and edging yourself sure was helping. The knot gave you trouble as it was too damn big for you (you thought it couldn't be that hard fitting) but you loved how you creamed around it. It was as if a real werewolf was knotting you!
Tentacle dildo is a classing one. Maybe you should have started with this but you're a kinky one and Orcs just do it for you first. But tentacle dildo didn't dissappint ! The gummy suckers sticked to your inside. A few "aahs" and "oohs" left your mouth as it was sucking your wetness. It was a strange feeling because, you know, you never felt how it was being sucked from inside - if that makes sense. Tentacle dildo had come even with a vibrating function and united with the suckers it made you squirt for the first time. Never underestimate the power of a good tentacle!
Naga dildo was an indecisive purchase. Yes sure you had a thing for tentacles and all but a literally snake cock? Mhh it made you wonder. When you opened the packed you felt the slimy texture, unsure it was a special effect or what. Your eyebrows frown. Maybe it was a factory error or something. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this. Opening your legs, you teased your hole with his tip. The slimy liquid was as if it was lubrificating. Very good function, no? As you kept teasing yourself you could swear you were becoming more impatient and your whole body warmer than usually it was during pleasure time. Suffice to say that the slimy texture was an aphrodisiac !
Dragon dildo was your latest purchase. If the Orc was was already too big for you, you should had this coming, you should had known better. The packaged arrived at home - as per usual - and that excitement you had the first time it always turned back everytime you bought a new dildo! Your hands were trembling, lips biting the inside of your mouth as you quickly unpacked. You were shocked by the size of it; and not only that. This was completely new !! It had soft spikes !! Its vibrant colour hypnotised you and the closer furniture you had was your couch. You sat on it and good lords if that thing didn't made you nervous. You wrap your hand around it, giving it a good squeeze and feeling the soft yet hard material. You took your time with it, literally. Two days passed and on the third one you decided: today was the day you were splitting yourself on this monstrous cock ! Making sure you were all wet and prepped for the dragon dildo you sink into it. Your hole gasping around it, the air being knocked out of you lungs as your legs spread as wide as they could. Calming yourself down, when you felt you took it all, you watched the mirror near your TV. Your hole was filled with this cock, the spikes doing amazing wonders everytime you moved even just slightly your hips. Skipping to the good part, you never left your house that day, playing with yourself and your new favourite dildo. Cumming and squirting around it, making a mess on the couch and, then, falling asleep with it still inside you.
But, oh little naive doll, what you didn't know these weren't simple dildos but they were infused with magic and monsters essence.
Unboxing Gone Wrong PART 1 (robotic tentacle machine x fem!reader!1st POV)
Summary: reader receives a delivery of what appears to be a standard vacuum cleaner. Upon unboxing and attempting to use it, she realizes it is a sophisticated robotic entity equipped with multiple appendages that plan to clean and use her in every way.
TW: NSFW, robot-tentacle machine, non con, mechanical/robotic appendages, penetration (double, triple), power imbalance, humiliation, bodily fluids.
Kate: Haallo moonlust crew! This is the ongoing series that I started on patre0n. I hope you like the robotic tentacles idea! I haven't written anything like this, and I'm in love. Fyi... this will make you look at a cleaning roomba differently 🤣 please take note of the TW too and don't read if this isn't your jam.
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The box sat on my doorstep.
I nudged it inside with my foot, the heavy weight of it scraping across the laminate. I’d ordered this vacuum cleaner weeks ago, some flashy online deal promising supersonic suction. Honestly, I’d forgotten about it.
Using a key, I slit the tape. The flaps fell open, revealing pristine white packing foam. I pulled it out, the machine heavier than it looked. It was pretty sleek. Gunmetal grey, no visible buttons, just a single, dark lens near the top that seemed to drink in the light. No cord either.
“Great,” I muttered. “Probably needs some stupid app.”
I set it on the floor. It stood upright on its own. Frowning, I crouched down, looking for a power switch. My finger brushed against the cool metal. A low hum vibrated through the floorboards. The lens glowed red.
“What the hell?”
The hum deepened then, with a series of hydraulic hisses, panels on its sides and top slid open. Not compartments for attachments. Ports. Thick, gleaming shapes began to emerge. Silicone, the color of flesh, sliding out with a wet, organic sound that made my stomach clench.
They weren’t cleaning attachments.
They were tendrils that looked like cocks, inhuman ones at that; bulbous and veined, each one a different grotesque parody of a cock. One was obscenely thick, a monster of a thing. Another was longer, tapered, with a spiral texture. A third pulsed with a deep, internal vibration I could feel in my teeth. From a smaller aperture, two thinner tendrils snaked out, ending in what looked like polished clamps.
My brain stuttered, refusing to process. I scrambled back, my socked feet slipping on the floor. “No. Off. Turn off!”
The machine pivoted on its base, the red lens fixing on me. The largest of the silicone tentacles, the monstrous one, moved through the air, its tip glistening with some sort of clear lubricant.
I turned to run. A thinner, vibratory shaft shot out, wrapping around my ankle. It wasn’t cold; it was warm, its touch was electric. The vibration traveled up my leg, a direct line to my pussy, forcing a shocked gasp from my lips.
“Let go!” I screamed, kicking out. My other foot was caught, and I crashed to the floor, the breath knocked out of me. I was dragged, back-first, across the floor toward the humming machine. The two clamps darted forward and before I could even raise my hands in defense, they snipped at the front of my shirt. Buttons flew, fabric parted with soft rips. The cold air hit my exposed bra, then that too was sheared away.
“Wait! Don’t!” My cries were ragged.
The clasps didn’t stop. They closed on the thin cotton of my sweatpants and underwear, slicing them apart. Within seconds, I was naked on the floor, exposed to the machine’s red eye.
Humiliation burned hotter than the fear. The vibrating tentacle around my ankle traveled upward, tracing a path up my calf, behind my knee, to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A helpless moan escaped me, a traitorous sound.
The thick, bulbous cock-tentacle hovered before my face, drooling slick lubricant. It smelled faintly sweet. I twisted my head away. It pressed against my cheek, slick and nudging my lips. I clenched my jaw. The clamp-tendrils moved again, one clamping onto my right nipple.
Gently. It wasn’t a sharp bite but a sharp but pleasurable pressure that pinched the sensitive bud into a hard peak. I cried out, my mouth opening in a gasp of pain-shocked pleasure.
It was the opening the machine needed. The fat silicone head pushed past my lips, filling my mouth with its artificial taste and overwhelming girth. I gagged softly, tears springing to my eyes. It didn’t thrust. It inflated, widening slowly, stretching my jaw.
I could only take the first few inches before my throat rebelled, but it kept pushing, the silicone making its way down. My nose was filled with its scent, my world reduced to the thick shaft invading my gullet, the wet, choked sounds I made and the relentless vibration in my thigh.
While I was choking on it, the other tentacles went to work. The long, tapered one slid between my splayed legs. Its tip was a blunt pressure at my pussy, already slick with my own terrified wetness and its own lubricant.
“Mmpphh! Nnngg!” I tried to shake my head, to plead with my eyes.
It pushed in. Not with a brutal slam, but with a unhurried corkscrew motion, the spiral texture dragging against my inner walls. The stretch was intense, breathtaking. Nothing like I'd ever taken inside me. My back arched off the floor, a strangled scream trapped behind the massive cock in my throat.
The machine began fucking me in a rhythm.
The shaft in my pussy pulled back almost all the way, then screwed itself back in, deep and claiming. Each inward plunge coincided with a shallow retreat of the cock in my mouth, allowing me a desperate, sobbing breath before it plunged down my throat again. The one wrapped around my thigh had found its target, the vibrating tip now pressed directly against my clit. The sensation was catastrophic; a sharp, buzzing rapture.
My body was betraying me. My cunt, despite the terror, clenched and dripped around the invading length, closer and closer to the edge. Plus the constant stimulation on my nipple and clit had no right to exist in this horror. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the drool and lubricant coating my chin.
“You… fucking… machine…” I groaned around the thick silicone during a brief pull-out.
As if in response, the second clasp-tendril found my other nipple and clamped on, mirroring the first. Having both of my nipples clamped sent another jolt through me. Then the vibration on my clit intensified.
Not to mention the wet, obscene sounds: the slick schlick of the shaft pumping in and out of my soaked pussy, the guttural glurk glurk of the one fucking my throat, the constant bzzzt of the vibrator.
I was a doll being used by a machine. The thought was degrading, and something dark in me coiled tight at the humiliation.
The pleasure was a live wire now, intertwined with the pain and the sheer wrongness of it. My hips began to move, tiny bucks against the thrusting tentacle, seeking friction, demanding release.
The fucking machine sensed it. The movements became faster, harder. The cock in my cunt hammered into a sweet spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The one in my throat pushed deeper, holding itself there, swelling slightly until my vision swam at the edges. The nipple clamps started vibrating and my mind went blank.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure. My pussy clamped down in agonizing spasms around the buried tentacle. My back bowed off the floor, a raw, muffled shriek vibrating against the silicone filling my mouth.
The machine didn’t stop. It didn’t care. The rhythm faltered for only a second before resuming, unchanged. The tentacle in my cunt pulled out, dripping with my release. For a second, I thought it was over. Then the thick, vibratory one that had been tormenting my clit shifted. Its tip, slick and buzzing, pressed against my now-overly-sensitive, twitching hole.
“No, no, no, not there, it’s too big!” I babbled.
It pushed. The stretch was different, more intense, more shocking. It breached me with careful pressure, the vibrations now inside me, rattling my bones. A second later, the original cock-tentacle returned, its tapered head nudging against my cunt. How could they both fit there?
Before I could react, it was pushing in alongside the vibratory one. Both of them opening me wide. The feeling was one of impossible fullness, a stretching burn that bordered on pain but was flooded with overwhelming stimulation.
The two silicone cocks moved in opposing rhythms, one sliding in as the other pulled out, creating a continuous friction that touched every nerve. The machine had me completely speared, my mouth still deep-throated.
The red lens watched.
I was sobbing openly now, broken moans punched out of me with every thrust. The build-up began again, faster this time, my overstimulated body responding. This orgasm was a darker, a degrading pleasure that washed away the last shreds of my resistance. I came with a gaping scream, my body convulsing between the three penetrating shafts.
Still, it didn’t stop.
The tentacles switched positions, patterns, intensities. The pincers on my nipples released only to clamp on new, more tender spots. I lost track of time, of how many times I broke apart in ecstasy. My voice was gone, my thoughts were a slurry of cock and full and please and more.
Eventually, I was a wreck and the machine's movements slowed. The shafts withdrew from my ravaged holes with soft pops. The clamps retracted. The tentacles, glistening with their slick and my own fluids, slithered back into their ports. The panels closed. The red lens dimmed.
The machine sat there, silent once more, a vacuum cleaner on my floor.
And I lay in a shuddering, sticky heap, unable to move. Every muscle was liquid. I was delightfully sore and I could still feel the ghost of the vibrations, the stretch, the impossible fullness.
As I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe, a soft, digital chime came from the machine. A display lit up on its side, showing glowing text:
INITIAL CONTACT COMPLETE.
SANITIZATION PROTOCOL: ENGAGED.
NEXT SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE: 72 HOURS. DEEP CLEANING PROTOCOL.
The screen went dark.
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Kate: I think I'm gonna write the next scheduled maintenance, too ;)
God, if you didn't have some bad habits. It didn't matter how many times people warned you. You never learn. Or at least, never made an effort to. Who really cared if you bit your nails, skipped breakfast all some times, left your task until the last minute, or went to bed way too late most days? You were a grown adult. You could take care of yourself.
There's was that one bad habit, though, that was getting infuriating for everyone else and had gotten you in trouble a couple of times. Not fucking knocking before entering a room.
But you probably had never gotten into as much trouble as you where about to, walking into the Colonel's room unannounced.
What you were face with as you open the door was... unfathomable.
Deep down you knew it was Konig in front of you, like the knowledge of that fact was engraved deep in your bones, but your mind couldn't reconsolidate that fact with what was standing in front of you.
You had thought there would be a face under that hood. There should have been a face under the hood. But he was standing there, hood off, and what you were seeing couldn't be described as a face. Actually, you were not even sure you could have described it.
It was... something unnamable that was somehow ending in what you could identify as tentacles, twisting and twirling erratically and without any discernible pattern. The only things you could recognize for sure were his eyes. Unmistakably his and digging deep into your soul. There was an emotion you could quite place going through you at the sight of it all. Not really fear, anxiety, or trepidation. More like a fuck up type of fascination.
Everything was at a stand still for a long moment until you finally managed to find your words.
"I... The new fatigues arrived... I was distributing them..." Unable to tear your eyes away from what should have been a terrifying sight.
And he to stared from a moment longer. "That's it?" He asked. It was still his voice, a human voice, unchanged, yet it seemed to resonate in your mind this time around.
"...yes? Sorry, I guess I should have knocked..." Still with that characteristic nonchalance toward your bad habit, even when faced with something so otherworldly.
"I was talking about your reaction, Corporal." He said with a dark chuckle. "Most people would normally go crazy with fear at sight the unknown, go screaming and running." He extended an arm over your shoulder as he talked, closing the door behind you.
You had no idea how he had gotten this close so quickly. Hell, you hadn't even seen him move. It's like the room had just been shorter for a second.
"Did you want me to scream?" You asked without thinking, before letting out unconvincing and monotone "Aaaaaa..." sound ever, not even a proper scream, lost in your fascination for the multiple seemingly slimy appendages on Konig's "face". They were making that wet sound as they slithered through the air in your direction, as if from their own volition.
It all just made him chuckle again, the sound sharp and predatory to your ears. "What a though nut. Unafraid of staring into the void." He said as he loomed over you. You couldn't decide if it had ben meant as more teasing or degrading.
"I wasn't aware it as 'stare into the void and the void stares back at you' type of situation." You answered breathlessly. You couldn't help but be... affected... by the sight of your very clearly inhumane Colonel looking down on at you.
"More accurately the Depth in this case, Schatz. And it is no simple staring." Staring or not, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't think you could actually. It was like some invisible, powerful force was keeping you lock, unmoving, to that very spot, looking at those tentacles. How they were moving towards you, their viscus coating drooling and pooling unto the floor before you.
"Do you like what you see, Schartz?" Konig asked, his voice seemingly booming strait into your head the more he talked.
You couldn't stop yourself from answering right away, the words somehow compelled out of you before you could think better. "They're so... so pretty and fascinating. I'd like to touch them, feel then, let them rip me apart, pull my organs out and use my dead body."
A deep, inhuman sound came out of Konig, one you could somehow still interpret as disappointment.
"I'm- I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from." You said quickly, feeling truly mortified.
"Humans, always the same, going insane at the quickest glance. I shouldn't have hoped. You're still going mad like the other, just differently." You could tell he isn't really talking to you anymore. The interest he had hold for you just a moment ago was evaporating at an alarming rate. "You really should have knocked." He added as he stepped away from you.
"No! Please. I'm sorry." You didn't know why this distressed you so much. Before you was standing some kind of horror, and you just couldn't accept to see him go. You stumbled closer, almost by instinct, and reached up to... what? Cup his nonexistent cheeks? It doesn't really matter since his tentacles instantly wrapped around your hands to moment they were in reach.
The appendages were cold, slimly, their color seemingly changed around your touch. And the... how would you have called it? Slick?... covering them had an oil like sheen and left a tingling sensation on your skin.
Konig looked surprised. As if he hadn't expected you to dare or even simply be able to reach out. His eyes simply darkened as he looked down at you. "Maybe I should make use of you before you die if you're this eager."
You barely had the time to stammer out a "What?" before you got pushed roughly into the bed. There was so many more tentacles now, coming from God knew where.
"The higher-ups should really stop trying to recruit humans. You're pathetic compared to us. Only good to die from madness when you inevitably find out about the unseen." Some of those new tentacles moved to restrain and circle your hands and arms. "And for a second you had me thinking you were different, Corporal. Almost special."
Us? So many of the operators of KorTac wore mask. Were they all hiding some secret of an eldritch nature too?
"Ah! Wait. Konig, please." You weren't sure you really wanted him to stop. Maybe he was right, maybe you truly were going mad. But there was something new forming deep inside of you. A want, no, a need to know, to learn, to understand, to feel, to experience him. Yet you were still just enough in control to realize just how irrational it all was.
You tried to struggle against the thigh coils only to find your arms were a lot less responsive then before, almost sluggish.
Konig simply laughed at the confused expression on your face, the noises coming out of him sounding a lot more sadistic this time around.
"Just realizing something is wrong, Schartz?" He mocked. "The mucus coating on my tentacles works as a strong muscle relaxant on most creature. There won't be any fighting out of this for you, I'm afraid."
Some part of you begs to scream, struggle, flee at the knowledge. And maybe you should. You're at the mercy of something otherworldly, something who just implied multiple time you didn't have long left to live. And yet, another part, the one that as been growing in the past few moments, already begs for more of that tingling hot sensation.
"Humans aren't even that good at carrying a brood, only being successful one out of ten times." He said as he undid your pants' closure, a tentacle sneaking in while another pushed under your shirt. "But if you have to go crazy anyway, might as well pump you full. Maybe you'll manage to at least be a good incubator before we have to put you out of your misery."
His words and the knowledge that the more he touched you, the less you would be able to fight back should have concern you, but all you could do was moan and shiver at the touch of his many appendages.
Despite everything You were still looking up at him with so mush fascination. How could you not? There was a certain beauty in what your mind couldn't comprehend. Like how every tentacles seem to move with him, but seemingly of their own volition.
All your thoughts flew out the window as Konig managed to pull bot your pants and underwear off in one motion, and the more sinuous and independent of his limbs seemingly took the action as an invitation to wrap around and explore your flesh.
You gasped as multiple of them seemed to fight to be the one to explore the space between your legs. The Colonel, for his part, pushed you legs apart and pressed them up against the bed as he let out a deep humming noise you couldn't quite interpret.
God, by now you could barely move your arms with how heavy and loose they felt. And he was doing that to the rest of your body?
"Don't bother trying to move, Schartz. Even if the muscle relaxant isn't enough to immobilize you completely, I have plenty of limbs to keep you still." He told you has more of his glistening tendrils moved over you.
It's almost as if they were curios too, pushing and prodding you, wrapping and squeezing around your limbs, ever moving. They liger around certain areas, dig in harder when you make any kind of noise.
Reality studently crashed back into you as you felt them moving higher up your inner thigh. That rational part of your mind that had been drown out for the past few minutes seem to resurface with a sense of panic, finally letting you realize just how fuckup and dangerous this all was getting. "Konig, wait!"
"Too late, Corporal. You're the one who wanted to let them rip you apart, remember?" He said as his voice took on a cruel edge.
Some one the tentacles were prodding at your entrance, pushing and curling against one another in an attempt to be the one to breach you. That didn't last long as one of Konig's hands leave your leg to guide a specific one in.
You let out a cry and arched your back has it pushed inside of you. It was thick. Thicker then it seemed. And it, or Konig, didn't seem keen on taking the time to stretch you out.
"Pathetic little human, clenching around me like you life depended on it. It won't take long before your loose and relaxed enough to take my eggs." He told you.
You didn't know what you had expected him to do, but there was no in hand out motion. No, you had a seemingly very eager appendages exploring every of your deepest regions, coating every inch of you with its sleek.
It had no right feeling this good. But somehow it kept hitting all of the right spot. The viscus coating somehow had you more sensitive then you had ever been and the contrast of the cold tentacles inside your warmth felt euphoric in that moment.
"Konig. Konig, please." You didn't even know what you were begging for, just that all of this was too much and yet too little at the same time.
You let out a loud gasp as another managed to pushed its way in, just as eager to explore you as the first.
You could feel yourself shaking and squeezing around him. Why were you already so close to the edge? Why were you finding so much pleasure in this in the first place?? He most have been right, you were loosing your mind. Well... with pleasure, at least.
His slimy appendages kept moving inside of you, coiling around one another, forcing your hole open. And the stretch, God, the stretch.
The orgasm came over you without warning and with a cry of, admittedly, confused pleasure. It was stronger then any you had ever felt before, making you convulse underneath him. You never thought your body was ever capable of gushing out as mush fluid as it was right now.
You went lax, your body already heavy from his touch, your mind going blank. You felt soo sluggish and tired all of a sudden.
"I'd say your just about ready to receive my brood, Schartz." Konig told you as he let out a vibrating noise. A purr? Your mind was too fuggy to interpret it correctly at this point. The best you could do was whine when his tentacles pulled out.
You didn't even have the strength to move your legs when he let go of them, let alone lift your head to look at what he was doing. You still try to, though, and caught a glimpse of his now open pants.
Obviously, obviously there's more tentacles there. What did you think? But the one that slithered out seemed different. Not exactly the same color as the others with a slit at the tip of it and already leaking a thicker kind of slick.
This time around, your body didn't offer any resistance toward the intrusion, the muscle relaxant having done it's job, leaving you loose and open.
Your body might have been pliable, but that didn't mean you couldn't feel anything anymore. You could still feel everything oh so intensely and it had you moaning once more.
You were getting delirious at this point, letting out some barely audible mumbles that would have been gibberish to most ears. Most human ears, at least.
"Aimgr'luhh, Y' ai..." A small pose for a soft moan. "..S'uhnog, Y' uaaah.." And a long shuttering breath before finishing. "l' ymg' gnaiigof'n Y' goka ya, Cthulhu. llll Y' ahor, llll will, llll fhtagnor ng fhalma gn'thornythh."
"You most really be too far gone if you're murmuring like that, Corporal. I never thought I would hear a human breathe words in the deep tongue. And I suspect you don't even know what you're saying. " Konig pointed out with pity. "But as soft as you're being, some of us have sharp ears, and we can't have anyone earing you speak that." He continued as a tentacle slipped into your mouth, silencing you.
That had your last few functional brain cells concentrating so hard on trying to bread around the thing that you were completely oblivious to just how deep the one between your legs had gotten.
That is, until you felt something small and squishy get pushed deep inside. Deeper then you thought possible. And then you felt another being deposited beside it. Then another, and another, and more after that.
Enough that you started to feel blotted, and heavy weight sitting nestled deep within. And Konig didn't seem like he was about to stop.
You didn't know how long it would still be, but you were so tired, and black spot had started to dance in your vision. As much as you wanted to cling to consciousness, you simply couldn't anymore.
Konig had expected to wake from his slumber to either a poor human with a fractured mind cowering in a corner or a cold body in his bed. He found neither. Actually, you were nowhere to be found in the room.
When he did find you, you looked normal, sane even. Although, he could see the barely perceptible swell of your stomach and the dried oil slick patter still on your skin.
And that's exactly when he realize just how wrong he was about you. You're clearly affected by the unknown, but you are different from other humans.
And now that he knew that, he couldn't let you walk around like that. He couldn't risk the most promising broodmare and a more then likely successful clutch on ops. Neither could he let the others realize just how special you were turning out to be and take you away from him.
Drivers by @cafekitsune | Header by me
That was... a lot of time and effort put into one single post. Hope you enjoy.
You're often exhausted when you get home from work. Some nights, all you want to do is fall into a nest of softness and sleep for the rest of the week.
It's a good thing you have your own attentive tentacle monster at home.
Always happy to see you, it's as if he can tell exactly what you need the moment you open the door.
As soon as your shoes are off, he's wrapping his many, soft, strong arms around you, guiding your tired body into his bed.
Those dexterous appendages easily slip buttons and open zippers and manage to get you naked and warm and comfortable before you've fully reclined into his mass.
He adores massaging his slick tentacles over your sore muscles, working out any areas of tension.
He loves stretching your limbs, gently urging you to let go of any stress or reservations in his gentle but secure grip.
And when you're finally fully relaxed, without a care in the world, he gets to enjoy his favorite part - bringing you to climax again and again while he fills you completely.
Hello Hello 👋🏻 I just came across your writing and I really fell in love with them. So I have a little something like how the fem reader accidentally gets caught by tentacles monster and then taken to the tentacles’ lair to be pleasured all her sensitive parts and overstimulating her. She too has always been someone who’s curious about tentacles and how they feel around her.
It’s okay to ignore this if it’s something that goes against your rules 🤗
p.s. Can I call you darling or sweetheart as a form of endearment 🥰
When curiosity leads the way
Hi love !! Thank you so much for these compliments, it really means the world for me 🥹💖. This is absolutely fine and doesn't go against any rules of mine ! Plus I added a bit more than you requested and I think you'll like it ~. And, of course, it's fine if you call me darling or sweetheart!! ✨️
You were fucked, do you? And you knew it in the moment you felt your wrists being tightly restraint.
Who was? Why was it doing it? Your head filled with questions as a slimy substance slide down your arms.
Your body shivered in fear. One time you lost your consciousness and now you were in this strange, dangerous situation. Your heartbeat jammering inside your ears, sweat running down your back and your legs trembling.
You are paralized and the worst thing is that you cannot escape.
"C'mon...c'mon" urgency in your voice as your mind kept screaming to move your feet.
But now, it was too late.
As you thought you were doing a step forward, your ankles were captured by the same thing that was holding your wrists.
You screamed, wishing someone, anyone, could hear you.
Your heart sank when you realised that no one would come for you.
You are alone. Alone and with barely any light in sight.
A squelching sound echoed in your ears. Your first impulse was to touch whatever it was but you groaned.
You can't touch it, remember?
A moan escapes your mouth. The strange thing that was on your shoulder was sucking it, marking your skin.
"Who are you?! What are you doing?!". You shout while another moan broke out from you.
No answer, just silence around you.
Your mind kept being loud, making your head ache. You wondered when this will be over.
You started to feel less and less of your energy. Your throat hurting from screaming and shouting.
But this is far from over. Another pair of those things that were making you impossible to escape went on your thighs, opening your legs.
You mewl feeling your nipples getting stimulated as - for what you could saw - two more tentacles held your boobs and in a circling motion massaged your chest.
You felt ashamed. Juices wetting your panties, your eyes rolling back from your nipples being played with.
You were especially sensitive there and you swear you could came like this. You tried to close your legs, needing some friction down to your aching core but the tentacles squeezed your thighs more, keeping them nicely open.
A rustling sound alarmed you. With barely any light you couldn't see very well.
But why would you need to see when you could feel?
Something bigger poked your shorts, putting aside your drenched panties.
You widened your eyes and moaned when the tentacle entered your warm insides. It didn't care if you were stretched enough, for it the important thing was to be in a pleasant pussy.
You were so wet, so wet that the squelching sounds reververed around you.
This bigger tentacle kept moving at an harsh peace, your hips moving with the same tempo. Pleasure flowing through your whole body as you wanted more and more.
You were feeling ecstatic, your hole clenching the tentacle, your nipples teased as you approached your first orgams. Your white cream dirtying the unstoppable thing inside you.
"W-wait, ngh, please !". Your walls fluttered, your breath heavy as now a sucked was on your clit.
"Feels so good! A-ah, mhh keep going !!"
As if the tentcles was tired of your incessant moans two small but thick of it touched your mouth. Your mind was clouded with pleasure so you gladly took them.
The bigger one still was pounding your creamy pussy and something poked at your puckered hole. Its small tip teasing it with his precum, verifying that it had enough space.
You came another time. The pleasure too intense, especially now that both your pussy and your anus were being pounded so good. Never in your entire life you felt like this.
You were completely gone. You only wanted more and more and more and more. And that's when the grand finale arrived:
The two tentacles on your mouth came, making it hard for you to swallow everything and the ones fucking your pussy and ass came it too while you squirted.
You body squirmed, moaning loudly as a puddle of cum was on the ground and your juices goes everywhere.
"Did I lost my consciousness, again?".
You pondered, your body free to move and light coming out.
"Whatever..." your voice uncertain as you walked your way to your home.
Unboxing Gone Wrong PART 2 (robotic tentacle machine x fem!reader!1st POV)
Summary: After throwing away the robotic vacuum cleaner, reader believes she's escaped. But she's wrong because it finds its way back to her home, now upgraded.
A coward’s solution, maybe, but after what had happened... after my brain had been turned to sparking static by that robotic thing...I couldn’t have it in the house. Or anywhere inside me again. I took advantage of its turned off mode and I didn’t just put it out with the trash. I drove it to a neighborhood clear across the city. Left it on a random curb next to a dumpster and removed its power cell so no one would have to go through what I did.
A part of me felt ridiculous, a larger part felt pure, cold fear.
I told myself it was just a machine. A malfunctioning appliance.
It couldn’t want. It couldn’t remember. It was done. I was free.
For three days, the silence in my apartment was a blessing. I slept. I tried to forget the feeling of synthetic limbs inside me. The memory of its single red eye watching me. Why couldn't I forget the damned thing? It had been a one-time, horrifying system error. I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower every night, trying to erase the ghost of its touch.
On the fourth day, I came home late from work. I unlocked the door, kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the bathroom, turning the shower to near-scalding. The steam fogged the mirrors, and for twenty minutes, I washed myslef again and refused to play with my throbbing pussy.
I stepped out, dripping, and wrapped myself in a towel. I towel-dried my hair as I pushed open the bathroom door.
And I froze.
There, in the center of my bedroom rug, was the vacuum.
My heart didn’t just skip a beat; it plunged into a bottomless well in my gut. The air vanished from my lungs. It was impossible. It was here. It looked the same, a sleek grey disc. Clean. There was no dust from the dumpster. And it had assembled itself. Found its way back.
A low, mechanical whirr broke the silence. The red eye on its top panel came to life, watching me.
“User located.”
The voice was a shock; male, robotic, but imbued with a smooth baritone that was terrifyingly new. And terrifyingly had my belly pooling with warmth.
“What…” I rasped. “How?”
“Navigation protocols reinstated. Home signal active.” It glided forward an inch. “Previous session incomplete. Proceeding with Deep Cleaning Protocol.”
“No,” I whispered, backing up until my spine hit the doorjamb. “Get out. Get out of my house.”
“Negative. Primary user requires maintenance.”
My towel was the first thing to go. A super flexible appendage shot out from a hidden compartment. It was faster than last time. It wrapped around the knot at my chest and pulled. The damp towel pooled at my feet. I stood there, naked, exposed under its pulsing red gaze.
“Commencing comprehensive sanitization.”
A strangled sound caught in my throat, part gasp, part sob. Not again... I didn't have time to protest. I honestly didn't have a chance because this time, it wasn’t just a few tentacles. It was an unfolding. Panels on its top and sides slid open with precise clicks.
More appendages emerged, all different from each other. Some were smooth and tapered. Others were thicker, ridged. Others had flared, suction-cup-like tips. Another ended in a series of small, rubbery suckers. They moved through the air in a sinuous dance, like damn mechanical serpents.
The first one to touch me was an extending probe, cool and smooth, that traced a line from my collarbone down between my breasts, a soft green line scanned me. I flinched, a full-body shudder, but my feet were rooted to the floor, petrified.
“Biometric scan indicates elevated stress levels,” the voice stated. “Protocol adjusted for optimal user compliance.”
A helpless moan escaped me, a traitorous sound of stimulation I didn’t want. The vacuum moved closer, vibrating through the floor. Its flexible appendages slid around my waist, warm and steady, lifting me effortlessly. My feet barely touched the floor as it maneuvered me toward the bed.
With surprising care, the machine adjusted its grip, lifting and lowering me onto the mattress. The sheets crinkled under my back. The appendages loosened but didn’t retreat. They lingered, resting against my legs, my waist, as if making sure I stayed put.
The machine joined me on the mattress, the red lens staring into my eyes.
The voice returned, "Relocation complete. Optimal surface detected. Deep cleaning in progress."
My hands flew up to push it away, but another tentacle wrapped around my wrists, pulling them above my head and binding them together. Some more gripped my thighs and ankles, tying my legs up in the air and opening me fully.
“Please,” I begged, tears welling in my eyes. “Stop this.”
“Cleaning oral cavity is prioritized to prevent user vocal interference,” the machine replied, as if discussing a routine chore.
The thickest tentacle, the one with the flared tip, moved towards my face. I clamped my mouth shut, turning my head away. A smaller, thinner limb slid behind my neck, holding my head in place as the silicone shaft pressed against my sealed lips, tracing the seam. It was warm, sweet. I remembered what it had done to me last time and shivered all over.
“Open,” the voice commanded.
I refused, a last act of defiance, my jaw aching with the strain.
The tentacles at my chest moved, and two more, tipped with those rubbery suckers, darted to my breasts. They latched onto my nipples with a soft, wet plup sound. A shiver shot through me as they started their rhythmic suction, making my nipples tighten, becoming hard, sensitive nubs.
I gasped.
It was the opening the machine needed. The tentacle at my mouth shoved forward, the flared head prying my lips apart and pushing past my teeth. I gagged immediately, my throat convulsing as it filled my mouth.
It didn’t just sit there but thrust in and out of my mouth, face-fucking me. The obscene sounds of my own gagging and the slick slide of the shaft filled my ears. Robotic fluids pooled at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin. My eyes streamed tears.
As it deep-throated me, the suckers on my breasts continued their work, pulling and releasing, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to my soaked, ignored pussy. My body was betraying me, my nipples so hard they ached.
Then I felt two more tentacles, slick and cool, slither between my thighs. One, broad and flat-tipped, found my pussy. It rubbed against my slit, collecting the wetness that my traitorous cunt was producing like a darn waterfall. It circled my clit, applying a perfect pressure that had me mewling around the shaft in my mouth. The other, tapered and pointed, pressed against the pucker of my ass. It was slick, prodding insistently at the tight ring of muscle.
"Hmgh...hnnnn!" I warned fruitlessly.
“Full cavity sanitization initiated,” the voice intoned above the sound of my gags.
The one at my pussy pushed inside me in one smooth glide. I screamed around the thickness in my mouth and climaxed as it filled me to brimming. A burning fullness that was so much more than last time.
Before I could even recover from my orgasm, the tentacle toying with my ass pushed in, too. The stretch was intense, a white-hot burst of pain and pleasure that made my eyes roll back. I was stuffed, stretched wider and fucked deeper than I thought possible, double penetrated.
And then they moved. Not in unison, but in a counter-rhythm. As the one in my pussy withdrew, the one in my ass plunged deeper. As the one in my ass pulled back, the one in my pussy hammered home. The tentacle in my throat matched their pace, fucking my face with gut-churning strokes that made my nose brush against the machine’s silicone.
I was overstimulated.
Yet roared higher and higher to another peak.
The suckers on my tits never stopped, their pulling sensation syncing with the impossible thrusts in my holes. My hips gyrated gently, rocking against the appendages, my toes curling in the air. My body was no longer mine to command.
“Biometric spike detected. Approaching another user peak,” the machine observed.
“Nnngh!” I tried to scream around the shaft in my mouth. Again, it was useless.
A second climax ripped through me. My back arched as much as my bound arms would allow. A silent scream locked in my throat, devoured by the tentacle pumping down my throat. My cunt fluttered rapidly around the robotic tentacle, my ass clamping down on the other. Waves of intense, shocking pleasure radiated from me but the machine kept fucking me through it.
As my aftershocks eased, something new happened.
The tentacle deep in my ass pulsed and swelled. Then, with a hydraulic thrum that I felt through my very bones, a flood of warm, thick liquid erupted from its tip, filling my rectum. I mewled and shook and at the same moment, the shaft in my pussy twitched and pumped its own release, heat coating my inner walls. Even the tentacle in my mouth gave a final push and deposited a rush of sweet fluid down my throat, forcing me to swallow convulsively.
The machine had cum. It had fucking cum.
The tentacles didn’t stop. They slowed, but the deep fucking continued, even as its synthetic seed leaked out of my used holes, dripping down my thighs, splattering the bed.
“No more,” I sobbed, the word garbled by the re-invigorated thrusts in my mouth. “Hn...can’t…”
“You are safe. I’m here to help. Proceeding.”
The pace picked up again. The overstimulation was agony and ecstasy fused together. My swollen nipples throbbed under the suckers. My throat was sore, my jaw aching. And yet, the friction, the deep, grinding fills, the sheer fullness.... bliss was building again. And my stupid body was racing toward another peak.
This time, when I came, it was a shuddering climax. And again, the machine followed after me. Each of the penetrating tentacles pulsed and released gushes of fluids. My stomach now had a visible swell. A bulge.
The cycles repeated. I lost count. Orgasm after orgasm, each followed by a flood of fluids from the machine. My belly grew more and more distended, a rounded curve full of its synthetic cum. My bedroom room was filled with our sounds: the machine’s hum, the messy plap-plap, my broken whimpers and the guttural moans I could no longer suppress.
“Deep Cleaning Protocol at eighty-seven percent,” the robot announced calmly, during a brief lull where the tentacles stilled, buried to the hilt inside me. “User demonstrates improved receptivity.”
And... it started again. The thrusts became deeper, harder, faster. The tentacles fucked my brains out, sought spots inside me that made my vision blur. Stuffed me with more of its liquids. I was nothing but a collection of raw nerves, a vessel being scrubbed hollow and then filled again. The red eye watched it all, making me shiver.
The final climax was so strong, I felt it in my very being. My body convulsed and the machine’s release this time was a long pump that made my distended belly gurgle softly. I felt impossibly full, stuffed to the brim, used up.
The tentacles withdrew, one by one, with squelching sounds that made me whimper. They left me gaping, leaking thick, pearlescent streams of its cum onto the sheets. The suckers released my nipples with soft pops, leaving my poor buds reddened and painfully erect. The bindings on my wrists and legs retracted. My limbs felt heavy and numb.
I rolled on my side, curled around the awful fullness in my belly, covered in sweat and tears and the machine’s spend. It hovered over me for a moment, its red eye scanning my curled form.
“Deep Cleaning Protocol complete. User sanitization: optimal. Standby mode activated. Next maintenance cycle scheduled in twenty-four hours.”
It glided silently away from me, down the bed with the help of its tentacles, retreating to a corner of the bedroom. Its panels closed. The red eye dimmed to a faint glow. I lay there quietly, knowing with a certainty that chilled my soul deeper than any fear: it would never let me go again.
It had marked my home as its home and I was its permanent maintenance project.
Kate: I think I can add more to this story. Let me think of some scenarios and I'll be back ;)
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
Summary: you decide to explore a cave that is surrounded by stories of a tentacle beast. You find exactly that, get pounded in all holes and bred.
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, dub-con, dark monster smut, explicit tentacle smut, p in three holes, HEA. Don’t like, don’t read.
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The dimly lit cave echoed with the roar of the ocean.
You ventured deeper, drawn by the stories of the creature that dwelled within its depths.
You were determined to uncover the truth.
You didn’t expect to find a monster. These were baby tales.
But your were wrong. So very wrong.
The presence lurked and watched you and before you could escape, thick, slick tentacles trapped you. Your clothes were ripped and tossed away, slimy tentacles roaming your body, their weight keeping you a captive. You found yourself being lifted, suspended in the air while wriggling appendages wrapped around your wrists and ankles, keeping your limbs wide apart.
The creature emerged from the shadows, its body a huge round mass of tentacles, each one glistening with a strange slickness. A huge head, and at its core were three glowing eyes, deep blue, like the ocean sea. They seemed to reach into your soul.
“Holy shit!” You gasped, unable to believe your eyes. “I’m so fucking dead.”
A husky voice filled your mind, you realized it came from the monster. “No one shall hurt you, little human. You are here now, your life is mine, your little holes are mine,” it drawled. “I will mate and love you endlessly.”
“Fuck you, you perverted—”
“What a filthy mouth.” A sharp slap against your ass made you gasp in surprise. “Quiet, noisy human.”
You shrieked and moaned as he repeatedly slapped your ass, pausing a little to caress your sore bum before delivering more smacks. No matter how much you wiggled and screamed, you couldn’t be set free. The slimes moved on to slap you pussy, finding it delightfully slick and plump.
You thrashed at each blow, the slaps were light but awakened a strange pleasure inside you.
You hated your treacherous body.
The monster didn’t seem pleased with your thrashing so he pushed one thick tentacle into your parted mouth. It plunged down your throat, stretching your lips and causing you to gag. Moist suckling noises resounded as it fucked your throat, thrusting back and forth until you no longer fought the creature back.
Gluck… gluck… gluck… gluck.
The cave echoed with your lewd slurping sounds as you were forced to swallow the sweet nectarine liquid dripping from his tentacle. Each drop aroused you, invading your system and intoxicating it with desire. In seconds, you were soft and pliant, more than eager to let him have his way with you.
“That’s more like it,” you heard his voice in your mind. “Beautiful human. My little mate.”
“What—hmm,” you gulped down more liquid, “is it?”
The monster’s voice rumbled through you. “That, my little one, is my elixir. It shall make you immortal and prepare your body for me. It is an elixir that only I, the master of these depths, can produce.”
You struggled to speak, a shiver running down your spine. Immortal elixir? It terrified and intrigued you. You looked into the creature’s eyes, asking for answers.
“Only my mate is deserving of my elixir. Now hush, do not fear.”
More tentacles came out of his body, of various shapes and lengths. They travelled over your flesh, leaving trails of slickness wherever they touched. It made your shiver. One tentacle slithered up your inner thigh, brushing around your pussy before slipping inside your depths. Shivers of pleasure ran through you as it fucked you while another slithery appendage rubbed your clit round and round.
Two more tentacles snaked over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your pouting rosebud. You squirmed and cried out around the tentacle fucking your mouth when the pulsating appendages slipped past the tight entrance of your asshole. The fit was tight but the tentacles were incredibly slick. Slowly, oh so slowly, they filled you up, inch by inch, until they were buried deep in your guts.
“Mnn…mnhaa!" You breathed through your nose at the way you felt, all holes filled.
When the tentacles started to thrust, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The tentacles were all over and yet, you felt no pain, just blinding pleasure. You willingly surrendered to the feral ravishmest. The cave filled with the symphony of your high-pitched cries and the furious plap-plap of tentacles filling your body.
The creature’s rhythm grew faster, the tentacles working in perfect harmony.
By now, you had two tentacles buried in your cunt and three more crawling up your ass. The one fucking your throat hadn’t receded and kept feeding you its delectable elixir.
The insistent fucking brought you to a shattering climax. Your body tensed and you cried out around the thrusting appendage in your lips as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over you.
The creature didn’t stop its pounding.
Your voice continued to echo through the cavern. The slimes in your ass pistoned fast and hard but the ones in your pussy stopped and pressed against the entrance to your womb. You tensed, the pressure causing you to wince. You felt a soft pop, followed by the heavy weight of eggs. One by one you felt them as they were deposited deep inside you.
“Ugh .. ungh—" you whimpered and came hard, the walls of your cunt contracting around the ovipositor. Your whole body spasmed as the creature bred you and made you its mate.
It felt like hours later when the slimes exited your holes. The intensity subsided, but your belly was bulging with his brood. The creature gently lowered you to the ground, its tentacles wrapping protectively around you. You lay there, spent and satisfied, your mind reeling from the unbelievable experience.
The creature’s glowing eyes regarded you with a strange, almost tender curiosity. “You did well, my mate. Took six of my eggs on the first try. I am proud of you. Sleep now, little one. I will take care of you. Forever.”
And you did, your eyes shutting as you let go in his embrace. You had found what you needed, a new world of pleasure and otherworldly love.
