Tentacle Entanglement (Monster Mates, #1)

by Siggy Shade

My lips curl into a smile as I continue the list. He’s got to be wicked in bed and live for oral. The type of man who does it because he’s addicted to the taste of my pussy and loves making me cum. And of course, I want a huge cock.

“Your face is leaking.” He places the tip of one tentacle on my face and gathers up the moisture.

It’s been months since I last had a man. The last time barely counted since he’d suffered the worst case of premature ejaculation and then tried to blame me for ‘being so hot.’ Before that one, the guy fumbled around so much that I ended up faking my orgasm just to make him stop.

“I 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.” Annoyance tightens my skin. Monster from another dimension or not, he has no right to dictate my actions. “And why would I do that?” “Because….” Tentacles slither beneath my back, one of them wrapping around my wrist and raising my left arm above my head. Another does the same with the right, and two more snake around my ankles and hold them apart. “From this moment, you will obtain sexual gratification from nobody but me. Is that understood?” I jerk my head to the side, wanting to say yes, just so I can see how he could pleasure me with the tentacles, but I’m not ready to make any kind of commitment. Especially to a monster who dwells in a dimension that might as well be hell. “That depends,” I say. “Explain.” “Come on then. Let’s see if you can do a better job than my toy.”

“I could do that for you if you want.” He pauses and adds, “With my tentacle, not my mouth. I could fashion a small sucker with tiny cillia to stroke your clitoris.” “I don’t understand.” “They would act like dozens of little fingers making soft strokes up and down your clitoris. And of course, I would adjust the pressure and speed for maximum secretions.” “Mmmmmm.” I exhale a long breath. The monster just wants to make me wetter, but that isn’t exactly a problem, is it? “Alright. Let’s try it.” Another set of tentacles wrap around my knees, forcing them further apart, while another snakes around my waist and pins me to the bed. I suck a deep breath through my teeth. “What are you doing?” “Holding you in place,” he replies. “This requires precision, and I want you to remain still.” “You think I’ll thrash about?” “I can almost guarantee it,” he replies in a voice so deep and dark that the muscles of my pussy tighten.

All this talk of tentacles is getting me overheated. I want him to stick a nice, thick one into my pussy and fuck me with it until I become a sobbing mess.

“Ready yourself,” he says. Anticipation skitters up my spine. “O-okay.” The tip of his tentacle touches the tip of my clit, then it flattens and then hollows into something shaped like a dimple and completely engulfs my bundle of nerves. I gasp. This is far more intense than the rose because his sucker closes in around my clit, forming a tight seal.

A heavier tentacle slides over my pelvis, holding me down, while another slithers up my leg and runs slow circles around my opening. “Ah…” I say through panting breaths. “That feels so good.”

The tentacle enclosure that holds my clit captive tightens a little, forming a gentle vacuum that sucks my clit, releases it, and then sucks again.

The little finger-like projections turn hollow and begin sucking on my clit. One of them attaches itself to the very tip and pulls.