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The recording goes on like this for a few more minutes before I drift into a state of semi-awareness, where I can no longer hear the narrator’s words. Even the thunderstorm sounds miles away, a distant rumble on the edges of my consciousness.
The type of man who does it because he’s addicted to the taste of my pussy and loves making me cum.
The air heats, making my room feel even hotter, smaller, and the muscles of my throat tighten until I can’t breathe. This has to be a nightmare.
The monster’s tentacles are everywhere—around my waist, between my thighs, and circling my breasts.
The monster raises his arm in a slicing motion that causes the sound of tearing. My breath catches as a rip forms in the air. Shit. I’d heard of the fabric of time, but this is ridiculous.
“Stop,” I rasp. “Do not be afraid.” The monster’s words echo through my ears and make my bones vibrate.
“Your face is leaking.” He places the tip of one tentacle on my face and gathers up the moisture. “It’s called crying, and the liquid is called tears.” I cough away the last of the sulphuric air and try not to react as he retracts the tentacle with my tears. “That atmosphere irritated my eyes and I was so scared.”
“Relax, my mate,” he says in a voice so deep and hypnotic that I feel it in every fiber of my being.
use it for sex,” I whisper. The monster makes a disgruntled rumble and tosses the toy to the other end of the room. “You will cease the use of these items.”
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“From this moment, you will obtain sexual gratification from nobody but me. Is that understood?”
“By the time I’m ready to mate you, you’ll be begging for it,”
“And why is the other tentacle still stroking my thigh?” “Because I’m waiting for permission.” “For what?” “To stick it in your anus.”
A little voice in the back of my head whispers a warning that I’m being molested by an octopus man, but I kick it to the outer edges of my mind.
“That was delicious, but you’ve only just whetted my appetite. I need much, much more.”
It’s bad enough telling one person I was pleasured all night by a tentacle monster who feasted on my pussy like it was a banquet. There’s no way I can divulge that information to two.
While Jessika listened to the soulmate manifestation audio to attract a published author, I got a creature of mysterious origin who tried to drag me into a dimension that looked like Hell.
When his attempt to abduct me failed on the grounds that I would die, I let him make out with me in the dark. Worse—I let him feed from my pussy. What kind of a creature did that?
“Men don’t have tentacles,” I say. “You seemed to enjoy them yesterday,” he replies with a deep chuckle.
back then, I was terrified. Now, I know exactly what I’m dealing with: a creature from another dimension who enjoys feeding on a woman’s pussy, and I’m probably the only one lonely and desperate enough to give it to him.
“Allow me to penetrate your body.” “Where?” I rasp. “Every orifice imaginable,” he says in a voice of smoke. “You must fully accept me before I show myself.”
This is just like the myth of Cupid and Psyche, where the god of erotic love married a human woman but warned her never to look upon his face.
The handsome face turns cold, and his lips curve into a grin as sharp as it is wicked. “Light erodes our compassion. Now, I have no reservations about taking what I want from my mate.”
My gaze travels down his body, taking in broad shoulders, prominent pecs, and a six-pack so tight that my breaths turn shallow. Resting on those abdominal muscles is a long, thick erection with a rosy tip.
Men as sexy as this never usually show interest in me. I’d be an idiot to say no.
The appendage hits my gag reflex, and I breathe hard to stop myself from choking. Somehow, I want to prove to him that I can take him all.
“Touch my nipples and clit,” I say, my voice breathy. “The way you did last night.”
No. Fucking. Way. This beautiful bastard plans on teasing me the entire night.
Nothing good can come of spending a night with a creature capable of turning into an angelic Marquis de Sade,
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I gulp twice. It’s hard enough to admit that I want anal. Even harder to admit it out loud and then to admit that I want it from a creature of unknown origin.
“Please, my mate,” I say in a much clearer voice. “I need you to fuck me in the ass with one of your tentacles while fucking my pussy with another. Please, I am begging for your huge tentacles.”
A second tentacle enters my pussy, but it’s a little thicker, filling me so deeply, I’m sure I feel him in my stomach. My eyes grow wide.
“And you’re taking it so well.”
He shoves the larger tentacle up toward my cervix, making stars burst behind my eyes.
How tf does that feel good?
rock back and forth, trying to increase the friction. This is great, but I need something extra. “You told me there would be multiple penetration,” I say through rasping breaths. “Want more?” the monster asks. “Please,” I reply, my voice trembling. “Give it to me.”
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Double vaginal penetration is nothing I’d ever imagined and more than I’ve ever taken in my lifetime, yet it somehow feels perfect.
The sensations become so intense that I have to squeeze my eyes shut, and I’m breathing so hard through my mouth that my throat dries.
The sucker at my clit pulls and strokes. The tentacles on my nipples tease them mercilessly, with pinches and flicks and a rolling motion that makes my toes curl. When the one in my ass expands an extra half-inch, the pleasure explodes through my insides and forces out a lusty scream.
I bite down on my bottom lip. Do I really want the monster to fuck me in the urethra?
What in tarnation
The silence between us continues for a few more heartbeats until he finally asks, “Am I so monstrous?”
“Why does it bother you so much?” “Our kind are shaped as we are for survival,” he says in a voice that fills the room. “It pains me to think that you might find any part of me revolting.”
Something in my heart lightens. Perhaps it’s the prospect of being able to enjoy my shadow mate both in the light and the dark. I feel special, knowing he would hold back his wickedness just for me.
He will change for me
“I can make it feel extremely good,” he says in a slow drawl I feel in my nipples. “This is a way to stimulate the most pleasurable female ejaculation.”
“That’s it, my mate,” he says, his voice as breathy as mine. “You are so close to climaxing, so close to squirting into my waiting tentacle.”
A shudder runs down my spine and settles between my legs.
My cheeks heat at the memory of cumming so loudly and even squirting.
“Mate?” I ask. His eyes snap open. Instead of the usual bright blue of his beautiful form, they’re deeper, darker, and larger than the average pupil. My breath catches, and part of me wants to slither away, but I force myself to remember this is a creature whose tentacles had given me unimaginable pleasure.
“Call me that again?” he says. “Mate?” I ask with a smile. He growls “Always call me mate. Never monster.”
Even though he’s terrifying, a large part of me knows I’ll be safe, if not a little sore.
In my entire twenty-five years, no one has ever stood up for me.
Thats sad
“Do you want to close your eyes?” my mate asks. “No,” I reply. “We’re in this together, and I accept every part of you.”
