1. Speaking of shedding body parts... Some octopuses have tentacles that are responsible for reproduction that can break away and go on a journey in search of a partner. What if after hot sex with a tentacle monster, he leaves his most important part inside you and it continues to work without his participation, or so that everyone knows that the partner is already taken? --🧥
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Tentacle monster boyfriend who makes sure no other monster touches you by simply blocking the entrance. If you're going out, you're going out with him. Well, part of him, anyways.
While you do find it quite endearing, other times it's not the most practical accessory. For example, when you're in the middle of a work meeting, and the appendage decides to squirm and wriggle, causing you to shift in your seat and become increasingly aroused.
"I see your enthusiasm, (Y/N)," a coworker remarks, nodding at you with a smile.
Humanfucker Here: Humans Make Great Beginner Companions
So, you’re a monster looking for your first pet. You’re craving companionship and intimacy, and you’re pining for the kind of fuckfest only an interspecies romance can provide, but you’re inexperienced and don’t really know what you’re doing. That’s okay, we’ve all had to start somewhere too! I’m here to give you the advice I give every beginner: start with a human.
Why a human, you ask? Well, everyone focuses on renowned human sexual compatibility, and their natural beauty and seeming submission to any creature larger than themselves, their noises, their orgasms, their devotion… but there’s a lot to caring for a pet that gets overlooked. I’ve seen too many of us rush into picking up a monster companion, thinking only about fulfilling their particular fetishes and not realizing the nuances and labor of taking care of such exotic species. And so I offer a beginner-friendly monster that is easy to take care of and require no complex logistics for: the human. I’m sure you’re familiar with them, they are arguably one of the most popular companions around, and I won’t argue their popular traits, but many overlook the real reasons for their popularity: their easy nature and adaptability that arguably make them even more compatible with us than any sexual reasons.
Humans innately pack bond with other species easily. This near-universal compatibility makes them incredibly easy to bond and form connections with any creature, which means your pet gets acclimated to you rather quickly without the need for specialized knowledge. You wont have to worry about consulting compatibility charts or fretting about every nuance to bonding with your pet; the simple versatility of a human takes out a lot of the frustrating guesswork!
Humans can adapt a wide range of behaviors, which means they adapt pretty well with the behaviors of whatever creature they are with. Are you nomadic? Humans are evolutionarily designed for long journeys. You have a permanent nest? Humans are excellent at maintaining your home. Part of a pack or a large society? Humans are social creatures and integrate well into your societies.
Humans will often challenge your dominance, but this is a form of play for them and will not actually try to usurp your place as the alpha. This offers beginners a safe and fun way to practice and assert your dominance, and its fun for both parties to put them in their place! This is especially an important trait for younger monsters who are still developing socially and are at risk of being stunted by more aggressive mates.
Humans will vocalize when you’re being too rough with them, but if you accidentally hurt them, it will be okay! Their bodies, while weak, are robust and heal easily, even from injuries that could lame other creatures. Just be sure to go easy on them and care for them while they’re healing, and they’ll love you for it! This robustness is also why they make good companions for a variety of locales and creature strengths, as well as for those still learning how to be gentle with their pets. Humans are excellent communicators in general, and their needs and desires will often be vocalized or presented through descriptive body language. Even the most anti-social of us would be able to properly ‘read’ a human’s mind given time.
And while they are not big or strong, they develop strong attachments to their mates and can match your ferocity if a situation requires it. You will still need to protect them, but they are not helpless either, and their fierce support can be enough to help you ward off threats.
Humans do have a special power up their sleeve. They are capable of controlling fire; they wield it, master it; they use it to cook, illuminate the dark, and even use it for defense. For many, this can be the most unnerving part of keeping a human, but you have to trust that they can properly control it. Having a fire-user is actually rather helpful!
Humans are very needy, but while they will primarily rely on you for sex and intimacy, they can take care of themselves if need be, which can be a godsend in case you're tired or injured. Humans are known to masturbate a lot while thinking about their companions, which can help intensify your bond when you are ready to love on them!
All things considered, I highly recommend taking a human as your companion, especially if its your first time. They're very easy to bond with and learn, very forgiving and adaptive in a variety of situations, and overall have several benefits worth considering for yourself!
Your father, the King, had been pushing for you to join more diplomatic meetings. You needed the experience, of course, and what better way to get some than to accompany your Royal General to various meetings and discussions?
You dressed your best, of course. A light, silky skirt that barely covered the top of your thighs. Formal upper clothing without sleeves and a bottom cut that exposed your left hip and midriff. Your long flowing blond hair was freshly combed, adorned with a tiny rose sculpted from ruby. You were ready to receive this important dignitary and help lead the talks that would secure further peace between your kingdoms. Though as you had little taste for the initial boring pleasantries that go around every single staff member and noble at the very beginning, you were encouraged to wait a bit before entering the room. As your presence is announced by the door guard, you eye the General and make your way towards him, who was conversing with who you assume was the foreign dignitary… holy shit, he’s attractive? You can hear the general introduce you to him, the Formal Diplomat of the Western Kingdom, but his fanciful words sorta get lost on you as your eyes eat up his features.
God, his rippling muscles, his beautiful coat of fur, he was just… handsome. The neighboring kingdom could have scarcely found someone more attractive. You close in and gently touch his biceps and chest, gazing up at him in awe and lust. Oh god, he towered over you even more in person. Holy fuck. “Are all the wolves in the West as handsome as you?” you coo, biting your lip. You bring your knee up his thigh to subtly gauge his size by feel… oh, god, hes packing. He smirks at your comment, and he flexes for you, letting you feel just how ripped he was under all that fur. Oh my… You wanted him to devour you.
"Ahem, my lord, I know you wish to extend formalities in full,” your general interrupted, “but we have some serious business we need to discuss.” In the corner of your eye, you could spy the general adopting a stone face you’ve become all-too-familiar with when he gets irritated. Maybe he should get laid sometime, too. You’ve offered him some pussy in the past, you knew girls who would love a chance to bed a powerful warrior like himself. But he always droned something about duty and professionalism. What a bore.
“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” the diplomat replied, enthusiasm dripping in his deep voice. You start murmuring an apology but he cuts you off by tipping your chin up, gazing deep into your eyes with a roaring hunger. You salivate at his gaze, silently begging for his undivided attention. Please please please fuck me.
“I’m sure we could discuss this policy while paying my respects to His Highness.” His powerful hands grip your hips, swinging you around to face the war room table, and sets you firmly against it. You squeal in excitement, thighs trembling, as you spread your legs apart for him. God, you loved diplomacy. “Eager, are you?” he chuckles, pulling up your skirt to cup your cheeks and play with them, as the head of his cock slowly pushes against your quivering hole. You glance back at him with, happy groans escaping your lips as you beg for more. “Mmm… please…”
“Yes, please enjoy our hospitality.” His curt unfun words slice through the air, but its getting dulled by the electrifying current of pleasure sweeping through your clouded mind. “Now, you carry a proposal from the West?”
The diplomat doesn’t even skip a beat in his speech as he rhythmatically pounds into your bussy, his words getting huffy and labored as he struggles to keep his volume above your pathetic moaning with each plap. Your slender hands struggle to hold onto the table, your flowing locks knocking over some wood pieces representing some distant army. It was all distant, really. You couldn’t really hear the conversation anymore, you couldn’t focus on any part of the map on the table, you couldn’t even put two thoughts together about this whole affair. All you could do is let him slam into your hole and moan like a good boy. Let your drool pool out onto the map, let him raise you high enough your feet don’t reach the ground anymore and you’re solely leaning forward and pound you harder. Let your little cock throb and cum between your belly and the table, then just leak again and again as the waves of pleasure overwhelm you. Let him push as deep inside you as he wants and fill you up with his own cum, before pushing you further forward and letting you lay there, legs dangling off the edge with cum dripping out. You were in Euphoria.
“...And what does the prince think of this action?”
Wait… what? How long were you laying there basking in the afterglow? When did the werewolf quit fucking you? How long were they talking? There’s no way they finished their talks and were ready for royal approval. Was he really that good? Fuuuck…. You’d agree to anything just to feel him fuck your brains out again. Maybe you’ll invite him to your chambers immediately after this.
"Uh… yeah…” came your words, slurred and disjointed, as you struggled to lean your head up to gaze at the circled group of men in the room. “Sounds… good…. Someone gimme a… pen…”
One of your knights picked you up with ease, and set your toes down on the floor so you could prop yourself with your hands. You couldn’t bear to sit, anyway, not after what undignified things that foreign dignitary did to your ass… mmm, fuck… where is he? Somewhere behind you? Niice… You poke out your ass absent-mindedly and wiggle it at him teasingly.
“Your highness? The signature.” The curt words of your general snap you out of it, and realize the document had been sitting in front of you for some time. Everyone was watching you expectantly. The general in particular had that impatient look of mild disdain whenever he asked you for your permission. You got the feeling he didn’t like you much.
“Oh… sorry…” With a few strokes of your pen handed to you, the document is signed with the sloppy handwriting of a boy who still was suffering from a good dicking. Not your best handiwork, but it’s a document, not a work of art. You barely finish the last stroke before document and pen are snatched away, and the general shoots a hurried final greeting to the dignitary before exiting the room with his staff.
You can feel the weight of the dignitary press against your back, his hands reach forward on top of yours, and his muzzle presses against your ear. “You made an excellent decision this day,” he whispers, and his tongue suddenly drags up your earlobe to the pointy end. “I was hoping perhaps we could discuss more… private matters in your chambers? For the good of our kingdoms, of course.”
As you were being bridal carried by him all the back back to your bed, you kept thinking about just how much you were making your father proud. Just wait till he hears how important you were to governing favorable terms with the Western Kingdom. Or how well you're cultivating new relationships with them.
elf boy prince who gets bent over a war room table by visiting monster diplomats and gets absolutely railed. we can talk about peace or a trade agreement after I blow a load in your elf boy pussy.
Your father, the King, had been pushing for you to join more diplomatic meetings. You needed the experience, of course, and what better way to get some than to accompany your Royal General to various meetings and discussions?
You dressed your best, of course. A light, silky skirt that barely covered the top of your thighs. Formal upper clothing without sleeves and a bottom cut that exposed your left hip and midriff. Your long flowing blond hair was freshly combed, adorned with a tiny rose sculpted from ruby. You were ready to receive this important dignitary and help lead the talks that would secure further peace between your kingdoms. Though as you had little taste for the initial boring pleasantries that go around every single staff member and noble at the very beginning, you were encouraged to wait a bit before entering the room. As your presence is announced by the door guard, you eye the General and make your way towards him, who was conversing with who you assume was the foreign dignitary… holy shit, he’s attractive? You can hear the general introduce you to him, the Formal Diplomat of the Western Kingdom, but his fanciful words sorta get lost on you as your eyes eat up his features.
God, his rippling muscles, his beautiful coat of fur, he was just… handsome. The neighboring kingdom could have scarcely found someone more attractive. You close in and gently touch his biceps and chest, gazing up at him in awe and lust. Oh god, he towered over you even more in person. Holy fuck. “Are all the wolves in the West as handsome as you?” you coo, biting your lip. You bring your knee up his thigh to subtly gauge his size by feel… oh, god, hes packing. He smirks at your comment, and he flexes for you, letting you feel just how ripped he was under all that fur. Oh my… You wanted him to devour you.
“Ahem, my lord, I know you wish to extend formalities in full,” your general interrupted, “but we have some serious business we need to discuss.” In the corner of your eye, you could spy the general adopting a stone face you’ve become all-too-familiar with when he gets irritated. Maybe he should get laid sometime, too. You’ve offered him some pussy in the past, you knew girls who would love a chance to fuck a powerful warrior like himself. But he always droned something about duty and professionalism. What a bore.
“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” the diplomat replied, enthusiasm dripping in his deep voice. You start murmuring an apology but he cuts you off by tipping your chin up, gazing deep into your eyes with a roaring hunger. You salivate at his gaze, silently begging for his undivided attention. Please please please fuck me.
“I’m sure we could discuss this policy while paying my respects to His Highness.” His powerful hands grip your hips, swinging you around to face the war room table, and sets you firmly against it. You squeal in excitement, thighs trembling, as you spread your legs apart for him. God, you loved diplomacy. “Eager, are you?” he chuckles, pulling up your skirt to cup your cheeks and play with them, as the head of his cock slowly pushes against your quivering hole. You glance back at him with, happy groans escaping your lips as you beg for more. “Mmm… please…”
“Yes, please enjoy our hospitality.” His curt unfun words slice through the air, but its getting dulled by the electrifying current of pleasure sweeping through your clouded mind. “Now, you carry a proposal from the West?”
The diplomat doesn’t even skip a beat in his speech as he rhythmatically pounds into your bussy, his words getting huffy and labored as he struggles to keep his volume above your pathetic moaning with each plap. Your slender hands struggle to hold onto the table, your flowing locks knocking over some wood pieces representing some distant army. It was all distant, really. You couldn’t really hear the conversation anymore, you couldn’t focus on any part of the map on the table, you couldn’t even put two thoughts together about this whole affair. All you could do is let him slam into your hole and moan like a good boy. Let your drool pool out onto the map, let him raise you high enough your feet don’t reach the ground anymore and you’re solely leaning forward and pound you harder. Let your little cock throb and cum between your belly and the table, then just leak again and again as the waves of pleasure overwhelm you. Let him push as deep inside you as he wants and fill you up with his own cum, before pushing you further forward and letting you lay there, legs dangling off the edge with cum dripping out. You were in Euphoria.
“...And what does the prince think of this action?”
Wait… what? How long were you laying there basking in the afterglow? When did the werewolf quit fucking you? How long were they talking? There’s no way they finished their talks and were ready for royal approval. Was he really that good? Fuuuck…. You’d agree to anything just to feel him fuck your brains out again. Maybe you’ll invite him to your chambers immediately after this.
“Uh… yeah…” came your words, slurred and disjointed, as you struggled to lean your head up to gaze at the circled group of men in the room. “Sounds… good…. Someone gimme a… pen…”
One of your knights picked you up with ease, and set your toes down on the floor so you could prop yourself with your hands. You couldn’t bear to sit, anyway, not after what undignified things that foreign dignitary did to your ass… mmm, fuck… where is he? Somewhere behind you? Niice… You poke out your ass absent-mindedly and wiggle it at him teasingly.
“Your highness? The signature.” The curt words of your general snap you out of it, and realize the document had been sitting in front of you for some time. Everyone was watching you expectantly. The general in particular had that signature look of mild disdain whenever he asked you for your permission. You got the feeling he didn’t like you much.
“Oh… sorry…” With a few strokes of your pen handed to you, the document is signed with the sloppy handwriting of a boy who still was suffering from a good dicking. Not your best handiwork, but it’s a document, not a work of art. You barely finish the last stroke before document and pen are snatched away, and the general shoots a hurried final greeting to the dignitary before exiting the room with his staff.
You can feel the weight of the dignitary press against your back, his hands reach forward on top of yours, and his muzzle presses against your ear. “You made an excellent decision this day,” he whispers, and his tongue suddenly drags up your earlobe to the pointy end. “I was hoping perhaps we could discuss more… private matters in your chambers? For the good of our kingdoms, of course.”
As you were being bridal carried by him all the back back to your bed, you kept thinking about just how much you were making your father proud. Just wait till he hears how important you were to governing favorable terms with the Western Kingdom. Or how well you're cultivating new relationships with them.
warning: pegging, he wants you to breed him with your strap, hesitant bun, but he consents
Werebunny that wants to breed you, but when you take out the strap he obedient lifts his cute, perky bottom for you.
He’ll whimper and gently knead the blanket, his bottom lip poking out as his cotton tail wags nervously.
“You’ll be gentle?”
He sounds so cute, his voice a little shaky as his red cock bobs wildly at the feeling of your strap pressing against his hole.
“Of course I will. You’re my baby, I would never hurt you.”
He let out a little purr, his cheeks turning pink as your silicone cock sunk into him. It wasn’t painful, but the stretching sensation was foreign and made him let out a pitiful squeak.
“Eek!”
Precum pooled underneath him, his hips pushing back into yours. “Oh? Does my baby want me to start moving already?”
“P-please… please…”
You held onto his soft hips and pulled back before thrusting back into him, causing him to cry out. “Mmph, m-more!”
He drooled, cum shooting out of his untouched cock as you pounded his cute butt, smacking and squeezing the soft flesh of his ass in your hand.
“You like that? You like when I breed you?”
Needy groans escaped his lips as he buried his face into the pillow, his hips moving to meet your thrust. “Y-yes! G-gimme a litter! W-wanna have your kits!”
You continued to fuck into him until there was a thick pool of cum under him, and his asshole clenched tightly around your strap.
He was so cute, his little pink nose nuzzled against the pillow as he looked up at you with his sleepy eyes. You leaned over to kiss his temple, pulling out. “My good boy, let’s get you cleaned up.”
After wiping him up and dressing him in fluffy pajamas, you covered him in kissed and promised he could breed you tomorrow… which he sleepily accepted…
“B-but… you can… you can do that again sometime…” he said shyly, nipping at you as he got comfortable.
“Sure, baby. Whenever you want.”
Getting all snuggly with your sweet bun, the two of you fell asleep together…
He learned something about himself that day… and found himself bending over for your strap the next night, ready for you to fuck him senseless again.
I'm certain someone's already had these thoughts and posted them somewhere, but I recently got to thinking about how, in an alternate plane of existence, there are eldritch tentacle beings with a serious fetish for vertebrates and digits.
They're imagining the firm strength of arms, the multitude of fingers. The dexterity of a handful of phalanges, the rigidity of the bones inside the yielding squishiness of flesh, like steel rods inside sponges. The way arms and hands can squeeze.
Getting flustered as they imagine their tendrils intertwining and curling between a handful of fingers like ivy over a trellis.
The stinging stripes of scratches from hard keratinous nails as opposed to the bruising mini-vacuums of suction cups.
You know they get tattoos of dozens of overlapping, intertwining hands or long, visceral scratch marks down their tentacles.
Not to mention the fact that vertebrates can have hands and feet. Variety!
A Naga’s tongue is long, flat, and forked at the end. And there is so much He could do with it to you.
Imagine you're in the middle of a heated argument with Him. Your face is inches from Him as the two of you berate each other, but as you open your mouth to argue some more, He suddenly shoots His tongue all the way down your throat, and slides it back out, forked ends dragging, just as the shock sets into your face. His anger has melted into a teasing gaze, His forked tongue kissing your lips; it feels so nice, you can’t help but lean into it, nuzzling His tongue while moaning softly. And when He begins prodding between your lips, you mindlessly comply, opening your mouth so that He could properly tongue-fuck your throat.
Imagine the way He hisses and flicks His tongue against the back of your neck, your hairs standing on end, hypersensitive to His every touch as He warns you to stay incredibly still while He gazes upon your natural beauty. You feel incredibly vulnerable as His tongue flicks about, sensually tasting His prey as He slowly coils around you for the taking, binding you tighter and tighter.
Imagine He flicks His tongue out, deep inside your pussy. The forked ends are pushing along your walls up and down your g-spot, just enough to make you writhe for more but never enough pressure to truly satisfy you. You end up humping His face, asking- no, begging, for Him to just fuck you already. And by God, He is going to make you beg for it.
Imagine His tongue instead licking very shallowly down there, the forked ends rimming both your pussy and your ass at the same time. It would feel so relaxing, so good… you’d give a few gentle moans and poke your ass out more prominently for Him to explore. It would be the perfect foreplay to prepare for His juicy hemipenis to fuck both your holes at the same time.
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What if monsters aren’t inherently gay or bi or anything? Like, what if they’re practiced heterosexuals with their own race, but there’s just something about humanity that really sexually confuses them?
Maybe it’s the fact we’re smaller and easier to physically overpower, which makes us incredibly attractive regardless of gender, so that’s why you have cases of monsters pouncing on boys and dicking them down, and monsters pouncing on girls and forcibly grinding on them.
Maybe they just have a really hard time distinguishing our genders, unused to the nuances with humans; so they’re just attracted to someone’s physique and by the time they pull off our pants and see a set of genitals they weren’t expecting, they’re just like ‘huh, ok” and fuck them anyway.
Maybe we’re the exception to the rule and monsters see us as a temporary escape from their race’s gender norms, which is why monster hookups with humans tend to be kinky and nonconforming; a monster could do all kinds of things to a willing human that it could never get away with in its culture.
Whatever the reason, the universal attractiveness of humanity defying monster sexuality ought to be worth exploring.
Your Monster BF is reptilian in nature, and He regularly grows in size by molting His old skin. This affects His entire body, including his cock.
Granted, His shaft is already plenty big, easily filling your tight pussy, and the way He pounds away makes you cum every time. But periodically, your monster’s cock gets slightly larger with each molt, filling your insides just a little more fully each time. Eventually, it gets large enough to start stretching you apart. Your pussy feels like its splitting open each time He gets larger, but since it’s so gradual you easily learn to handle the new size; Once you got accustomed to His bigger, thicker cock, you never wanted to go back.
A few years later, you’re utterly paralyzed on top of His monster of a member, briefly wondering just how the fuck you managed to fit Him in the first place, before your mind slips and all you’re cognizant of is the feeling of Him relentlessly pounding your guts into new arrangements.
You're a Master Swordswoman who keeps Letting Monsters Overpower You.
You are a master at your craft, undefeated by any human. Dissatisfied with human opponents, you decide to turn your attention to challenging monsters in combat, who always seemed eager to prove their dominance over a potential mate.
You’d often roam the countryside, practically inviting a challenge from one. Sometimes they approach you in the open with a threatening growl. Others lay in ambush, hoping to catch you off guard. Quickly, though, as you face off with them, you’d notice their rippling muscles, their imposing stature, their alluring strength and endurance, their musk thick with pheromones, their girthy cocks swinging about. God, the idea of losing to them makes you extremely wet, and as you parry their attacks and dance around them, fantasies of them conquering you as their prize play in your mind. Unfortunately, none of them so far could actually beat you. They all fight like wild beasts: relying on their speed and strength, but are too clumsy to best your discipline and technique with the sword.
So you throw the match. Every single time. You offer a mighty display, dodging and weaving about, slowly wearing down their patience. You knew from experience the more frustrated a monster was, the more likely they’d just forcibly fuck you where you lay. Some well-placed nicks and cuts also enrage them further, which you find really gets them wild. Eventually, you let them knock your sword out of your hand and pounce you, pinning you firmly into the dirt. You relish in their massive weight on top of you, their panting breath on your face as they rut against your clothes. You’d taunt them with a giggle, insinuating they still weren't monster enough for a woman like you, that they couldnt possibly conquer such a proud lady, that you would never submit to a beast like them.
And they fall for it, every time. They always get riled into a frenzy, ripping your clothes apart with such ferocity they leave gashes all across your skin. They never seem to notice the mounting collection of scars you proudly carry over your whole body, never seeming to notice you're only trying to resist with your inferior strength and not your technique: there were so many moments you could have wrapped your legs around them and swung on top, but theyre doing such a good job overpowering you, and youd hate to snatch that victory from them. Your hair flies loose, dirtied from the debris on the ground. Your back gets scuffed up as they rock you up and down the dirt as they mount you, hungry to devour their prize.
Your playful jabs turn into gleeful squeals the moment you feel their cock pressed against your dripping wet pulsating pussy, desperate to let it force itself inside you. Your face immediately flushes with red and your breath is snatched away the moment they guide their cock inside you with ease, splitting you apart with ease as it rapidly makes itself fit inside. You can feel your mask slip as you moan and beg for more, desperately pushing yourself further down on its cock. You let It sink its teeth into you in its display of dominance, feeling it start its harsh rhythmatic pounding. Any words you have left for the monster falter and disjoint, coming out only as a pathetic whimper or moan. “Yes… More… Fuck… Oh fuck… Harder…”
And they mindlessly comply, slamming their cock inside you even harder, savoring this feared woman turned limp piece of fuckmeat for their desires. You’re so out of it, you can barely hear their howls of victory as they pull you up and fuck you in the air, your head leaned back, your fingers trailing the dirt with each thrust inside you. You don’t care who sees this public display of humiliation, you were theirs and they earned the right to fuck you any which way they wanted. All you wanted was them to take you, make you theirs, let them fill up your pussy with your seed so you could cum all over those thick fucking cocks over and over.
And as you’re gasping for breath on the ground, clawing around for anything that could ground you from your euphoria, they clamber away satisfied to have bested and earned the right to pillaging the master swordswoman. They never realize that you played them like fiddles, orchestrating everything to make them satisfy your primal lust. They never realize this is what you wanted all along.
Winged Beast BF that loves to get you all not and bothered, and when youre feeling lightheaded he grips you in his talons and hovers you over the bed, slamming his cock inside you midair nonstop till you're completely disoriented and braindead and have no fucking clue which way is up.
And when you cum for him, he immediately drops you onto the plush mattress.
Yes, my dear. Step onto the mass of writhing tentacles. No, they will not hurt you; yes, I know they are gross looking and slimy. But you do wish to prove your love to me, don’t you? There you go, Good girl.
You can feel them lap at your feet, can’t you? How soft yet firmly they brush all around, wrapping around your toes, nipping at your heels? How they strain upwards to caress as far up as your shin? I know it’s a strange sensation, dear. You just have to trust me.
Have you practiced your flexibility as I commanded?... Babe, answer the question. No, I don’t care that the extra long tentacle is sliding up your thigh hungrily, gripping inside you desperately trying to get between your legs… Well, if you don’t want it violating your pussy, I suggest answering my question quickly. No, don’t slap at it, you’ll only make it want to hold you down even more. That’s right, baby, just let it touch you. Doesn’t it feel good lapping at your thighs like that?
Oh, so have been practicing. Tell me about the splits-no, dear, hold your moan in. Yes, its lapping against your pussy lips. No, I did not give you permission to move away from it, STAY. I don’t care if it wriggles up inside you and pokes your g-spot, You will not leave your spot. Spit it out, I can’t make out what youre saying through your whimpers... Oh, you can? Well then dear, do the splits on the floor. Yes, on the tentacles. Don’t worry, they’ll wrap around your legs and anchor you still… so what if the tentacle is thickening inside your pussy, no, No, quit your moaning, it’ll only excite it further, take you more aggressively. And we don’t want that yet.
Now, the splits. Now.
Oh my god, baby, you are being so fucking sexy for me right now. Mmmm. Lower. Yes, you’re lowering yourself on the tentacle inside you. Yes, its unbearably deep, I know, I don’t care. You WILL reach the floor with your splits… So? Then fucking cum all over the floor, I don’t care.
You’re so close youre so close youre so close… Oh my god, you actually did it. I told you I believed in you- yes, you can quit your pathetic whimpering and start moaning like the pathetic bitch you are… yes I said it would make it worse, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Moan.
Don’t you feel the endless mass of tentacles reaching out and wrapping tightly around your legs and thighs? Or all those little tentacles stretching your wet little pussy wide so they can force their way in to join the big tentacle? Can’t you feel them prod inside your walls and poke your gspot repeatedly? Yes, dear, scream all you want. Moan while you can, it looks like that tentacle is prodding around for your lips. Oh, are you cumming already? Let it all out, dear, you’ve got a lot more coming your way... Oops, looks like you planted your hands on the floor and now they’ve wrapped their tentacles around them too. Looks like you’re held hostage to its pleasure… It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it? Such a good girl for me….
Welp, I have to go, so… nope, don’t whine, baby girl. I said Don't whine... nope, looks like that big tentacle is clogging your pretty little mouth just fine now. You’ll enjoy your helpless pleasure, I promise! Try not to cum your entire guts out…
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