Fire scorched her butt. She shrieked at the strike of the tentacle.
“Tell!”
“It was because I seek...I seek the ten inch schlong! I am the Quester of the Schlong.” She sagged in the ropes, distraught at having to reveal her secret.
“Ahh. And you think I qualify?”
“Yes.” She sobbed. “Yes. Are you my destiny?”
This time he circled her and approached from behind. He molded his body to hers, covered her bound wrists with his hands.
His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits.
“I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as I am yours. We shall be one. So one that your air will be mine, your scent mine, your blood will fill my veins, your soul and my soul will entwine together forever. Everything about you, mine.”
Wow. “Those little china animals on my mantelpiece?”
“Mine.”
Teeny bit obsessed.
The revelation that this man, okay, this tentacle man, wanted her so desperately, almost exploded her heart from her body. Luckily, it did not. So messy that would be. Blood everywhere. Ick.
“Oh, Karl, I think I’m swooning. Though it’s hard to tell with the ropes and all holding me upright. If we are so one, does that mean my mortgage is yours?”
“That...not so much.”
“My period?”
“Absolutely not.”
Darn. Worth a try.
“You know for a tentacle monster you’re pretty tame. I mean here you’ve got me at your mercy and all you want to do is make me yours and sexually ravage me and give me orgasms.”
She shrugged when all he did was rest his chin on her head and wriggle another tentacle across her butt between his body and hers.
“What else did you expect?”
“I don’t know. Pain. Rending me limb from limb. Chewing on my bones. Driving me insane. Exploding my brain. Monster torture.”
“Hmm. Most of that would mean a big extra cleaning bill. It’s already huge. Plus I like tentacle sex. So. Instead I’ll just brand your butt with mine before I ravage and violate you.”
Sounded reasonable. She was nodding before the meaning hit her. “What? Wait!”
This time the fire lasted, eating into her butt right where that tentacle rested and gripped her, like tiny teeth filled with acid were gnawing on her. Which was possibly exactly what was happening.
She screamed and babbled but he held her tightly.
The fire ebbed, dying to a dull ache, though she would never forget that he’d branded her butt.
“What if,” she gasped. “What if we change our minds? Mine doesn’t turn into anything else. Like, what are the chances my next boyfriend would be called, umm...” She searched in her head. “Minetaur? Or, or –” A tentacle plastered itself across her lips. “Urk! Mmph!”
“Shh. There will be no others. It’s me or it’s the portal to the other dimension. Now, shut up, I have places on you to explore. Orgasms to bring forth.”
She eye-rolled. Bring forth? What was it with the archaic dialogue all of a sudden? What was wrong with, I want to make you come?
*****
Warning.
The next part of the story is filled to the tippy top with tentacle sex. Well, there’s some, a little tiny bit, enough that if you read onward you will be known henceforth by the label Tentacle Pervert. Read onward and when you have to fill in that spot on the insurance form where it asks if you’ve ever been arrested for chicken rustling or dabbled in things that would make all your aunties and granmas faint, you will have to tick yes.
You are on a slippery, depraved path. Tentacles, ahoy!
Chapter 7
You tentacle pervert, you.
*****
With the tentacle in her mouth, Virginia had no way of communicating all her worries, such as where had all those tentacles been before? Hygiene, man, hygiene. When another tentacle shimmied across her eyes, she couldn’t even see what he was up to.
Had some of those been used to take out the garbage?
Or pick his nose?
One at least had been up her ass, and now, oh fuck, oh fuck, she could feel another seeking that same spot. She clenched her butt, indignant at the chuckle this elicited from Karl.
“Relax. My tentacles come with a special lube. You’ll barely know they’ve gone in.”
Oh sure, she wouldn’t. Unless he could make her ass into a space and time bending tardis.
She attempted to communicate by gargling. “’an I ick wun up yer ass?”
“No.”
The one in her ass did a wiggle, sliding an inch inward, and she did an indignant squeak.
“See, it went in. I have finesse. That’s all you need for anal. Alpha tentacle finesse. Do that squeak again. I like your little noises of protest.”
Next time she’d bring placards.
How many tentacles did he have? She’d not counted them all, but she figured he had some in reserve. At least eight? It was logical wasn’t it?
Another tentacle writhed across her belly then went all the way around her body, twice, then headed down, down, over her mound. She sucked in a breath and held it. The thing wriggled atop her clit before it slid further, pushing aside her legs and cruising over her damp pussy lips, dead center along the seam, separating them.
It throbbed. Her clit, getting as wildly excited as a groupie humping the leg of a rock star, grew hotter, and bigger, and throbbed back.
Damn thing needed to learn who it belonged to.
Sensations. Sensory input focused down on what she could feel, could smell, could taste.
Nothing but blackness, and him behind her breathing on her neck, the ropes and tentacles gripping her, and the one suctioned onto her pussy. She swallowed, carefully, so as not to give that tentacle over her mouth any ideas.
Throb, throb.
Oh. Myyy goodness. That was mmm. Her eyes decided to roll up.
Despite the double tentacle grip on her head, Karl sank some fingers into her hair, and tilted her head back. Sightless, she wondered what he was doing, seeing. Her face, she supposed.
She strived to calm her breathing but couldn’t help whimpering and panting as the sucking intensified, betraying her arousal.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
Huh? “’at’s yer lube.” Though some was her.
“Oh, yeah. Forgot.” He licked her. “When I’m this close, this intimate with one of my victims... I mean virgins. Sorry, slip of the tongue. I find I can often hear their thoughts. Sometimes it’s like smoke signals and vague. Or scribbles on the back of an envelope. You, Virginia, are giving me text messages with pictures.”
“Ayy em?” she gurgled past the thing that was slowly invading her mouth, which was strangely and disturbingly erotic.
“You are.” He panted in her ear. “You’re fucking awesomely tight too.”
This time she just thought it. Because I’m a virgin, duh, and you’re hung like an octopus cross elephant.
His chuckle was ominous. “You know me so well.” The tentacle in her ass shoved in a fraction more.
Oops. Her toes scrunched on the rug-covered floor. However did he clean off all the, ahem, fluids?
“Let’s see. Yes, I cleaned all my tentacles. No, there was no nose picking. And it’s twenty dollars an hour for the rug. Extortion. But I don’t mind. Not when I have such a pretty victim.”
“‘irgin,” she burbled.
“Virgin. Yes. I keep slipping, don’t I?”
She would have agreed with that but a second tentacle had decided to mosey alongside the one separating her thighs and was right now, as of this second, feeling for her entrance with all the skill of a blind safe cracker.
Whoops. Not there. No. Not there either.
Eep. As it found the right place and squirmed into her, she wriggled her hips sideways. Slippery with her wetness, it sank further, one inch, two, opening her up. After one gasp, her throat closed in. The ten
tacle seemed to expand, thickening as it ventured further.
This, what Karl did to her, was monstrous and yet she groaned and shuddered, her belly heavy with desire. A want she’d never known burgeoned.
Panic arrived. She’d never done this before. Never.
Then she realized what this was all about. What her search for the ten inch schlong was truly about. My god. Nooo. I’ve been so stupid!
“Shh. You’re not.”
Karl kissed her nape and wrapped her up tight with more tentacles, tight, tighter, squishier, making her feel...feel, wanted, taken, possessed. Like a vacant building where a whole busload of squatters has moved in all at once.
So novel, she’d never felt wanted.
“You’re wanted.” He moved aside the tentacle over her mouth and kissed her, hard, relentless, until she parted her lips and let his tongue in. When he’d aroused her to the point that she was groaning into his mouth, he slid the tentacle back into place. “Now, sweet, sweet woman, I’m going to fill every hole with me until you’re bursting.”
The image that gave her, but she couldn’t stop squirming against his body.
Too much. Too soon. I mustn’t.
Although a tentacle was already worming into her pussy, she tried to clamp down and make herself impenetrable.
“Not happening, girl,” he murmured. “I’m in there. And here too.” Another tentacle, a third? How the hell did she know? Maybe he had a million of them, she wondered, as yet another slipped around in her wetness then probed her other hole. Ever so tenderly, it opened her and surged inward.
She gaped, struggling for a moment, and the mouth tentacle took advantage of her parted lips and moved into her mouth. Saliva pooled. She surrendered and simply felt.
Fuck.
Sensations, ones she’d never thought to feel, overwhelmed her in a rippling, rhythmic tide.
Hotness. Man. Tentacles everywhere. She craved it all. The slithering. The pushing. The pulling and prying her apart. It was making her one with him. Her spine strained back as two more encircled her breasts and cradled them in a firm grip. Isolated and embraced, blood built in them and thumped through her with each beat of her heart.
Lust pumped and rippled into the essence of her being.
“Yes, Virginia. I’ve got you. I told you, you’d be mine.” His kisses on her shoulder and neck became more savage – biting, painful, but she shuddered, feeling an orgasm build.
The onslaught commenced.
No crevice or cavity or part of her was not taken by him, was not cradled, squashed, perverted, or penetrated. The ones within her moved as far in as they could possibly go and began to pulse. They swelled bigger, then shrank, then grew again. On top of her clit, inside her pussy, they shuddered against her inner flesh – amplifying her desire.
She wanted more, and moaned and writhed in his monstrous embrace.
“I’m in you. I’m around you. I am you, Virginia. And you are me.” His voice was close to her ear. That too seemed inside her. Warm man voice, vibrating into her.
She arched against his strength, into the beastlike passion of sex, enough to feel her body offering itself to him.
In unison, the tentacles thrust into her.
Fuck.
She came, shuddering, shaking, crying out against the smothering thing in her mouth, all of her pulsing around the tentacles intruding into her female parts.
Her heart pounded crazily. She panted, her thoughts swimming.
And he hadn’t even done anything to her clit this time.
“That,” he whispered, “is next.”
It began again. The suckers played with, licked and sucked onto, every one of her most sensory laden places, tasting and stirring her clit and her nipples, fucking her in time to the sucks.
Another orgasm thundered in, lightning seemed to flash, even through the tentacle over her eyes. The floor beneath her soles shook. She screamed and gasped, and screamed some more.
She soon lost count of how many holes he’d penetrated – more than she thought she had. Tentacle sex seemed to invent new places to fuck. Only her nose remained unpoked.
She really needed to brush up on her maths.
Her throat was raw by the time he stopped and she was limp, sweat sodden, and softly moaning. Drool dripped from her chin. Her limbs trembled as he let her down from the ropes and untangled himself from her. He lowered her to the rugs and lay by her side, stroking her with his hands and tentacles while she recovered. Warm. Tired. Her eyelids drifted closed.
“That was so wrong,” she muttered, though snuggling back into him. Spooning was nice. Why hadn’t she tried this before?
Because my friends don’t have tentacles, her inner voice suggested snidely.
Oh yeah. That.
Rude, though. She shot her inner voice with a tranquillizer dart and fastened it to the corner with duct tape.
Dumb-ass voice.
He kissed her ear, brushed away sweaty hair from her neck. “Yes, why, Virginia? I know you figured this out. You were scared?”
Was this the tender, after sex, get-to-know-you session?
“Yes. It is.”
“Stop with the mind reading, Karl.”
“Sorry.”
“I did figure it out. I think. My quest for the ten inch schlong was all a façade, a way to avoid...”
“What?”
She sighed and wriggled her head into a better spot against his shoulder. “This. Intimacy. Sex. I was avoiding it by making sex impossible. Only I still haven’t exactly done it, you know.”
“Yes, you have.” He sounded indignant. “I fucked you.”
Dangerous Bob stepped up, looming above them.
Virginia shrieked, a little, enough to show she was modest, and tried to cover her breasts, no, no, her pussy. No, her breasts. Wait. Oh crap. She grabbed a tentacle that had appeared and used it down there, slapping it on to cover herself.
Karl laughed.
Damn. Who cared? He’d seen all of her, and seen her being thoroughly molested while having the best orgasms of her life.
“Fuckitty. Grr. Fuckerate.” No, sir, you didn’t. You never used your sex tentacle on Miss Virginia.
Miss Virginia? Since when did Bob become like a snooty-nosed butler?
She craned her head back to speak to Karl. “What is a sex tentacle?”
Chapter 8
“A sex tentacle, or copulating tentacle, is the one I mate with.” His tone sounded curious, as if what Bob had said had started a train of thought. “It’s like this one, except it’s purple.” He waved one before her eyes.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away. Orange, it was a dark and pretty orange, but he’d said purple? Her lifelong goal was in sight. Almost. The suckers pulsated, mesmerizing her. She was still processing what had happened. Who’d have thought tentacle sex would be her first? Or so awe-inspiring. She shivered.
“Dangerous Bob is correct. Maybe that’s why I still have this need to take you again? With the others, once I was done with them, it was easy to throw them to the portal.”
“What?” She struggled up onto her elbow then turned to face him. At least he looked normal, apart from the couple of tentacles still curling out from behind his back. “Are you saying you might not have wanted me if you’d stuck your sex tentacle up my...my –”
“Cunt?”
She gasped. “Dirty!”
He grinned and looked evil. “You think that’s dirty, innocent girl? But to answer you, maybe.”
“Where did you put that one then?” The idea of him having a special one was making her a little crazy with lust again. Why, she wasn’t sure. Though what the hell did he have in his pants? Was that where his copulating tentacle was?
“I put it,” he tapped her chin, “in there.”
Virginia snapped her mouth shut and he smiled broadly.
If that hadn’t been drool running down her chin, she’d...she’d... “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“We can do it again that way, soon. Thi
s means you’re still a virgin, except for your pretty little mouth.” He smiled then lowered his voice. “I’m going to put it in there again soon and make you suck me off.”
“Uhh.” This man was hotter than a bike’s exhaust in the Nevada desert.
Her inner voice stirred. She knew what it wanted her to do. For once, she agreed, so she sat up on her heels and took a deep breath.
“Cyndie. Where is she? Before I will allow you to do anything to me ever again, I want you to bring her back.”
“You what?” His eyes narrowed. “I can do what I want to you. Forever and ever.”
Oooh. That sounded fucking hot too. Be good. Do not crack. “Not necessarily. One day, I’d get free. But I’ll agree to be yours, if you bring the other women back.”
All the tentacles zipped away and he rose to his feet, strolled over to where his shirt lay, slowly put it on then buttoned it.
“I think I can get that agreement from you anyway.” He picked up a remote control from the console and pressed a button. A screen on the console came to life as he walked back to her and hauled her to her feet. “My Virginia, I have taken the liberty of bringing your entire apartment back here.”
On the screen a room showed and it was indeed packed with her belongings. Dresses hung in cupboards, shoes were set out below.
“Ohmigod. How’d you figure out my address? And how did you get it here so fast?” She grabbed at her hair with both hands and tugged. Was this real?
“Money talks. So does a pack of violently inclined bikers.” Another screen flicked on. “I also have your pet canary.” Flick. “Your car.” Flick. “And your grandma is on standby.”
The last screen showed her grandmother beating Crank about the ears with her handbag. She winced. Poor Crank.
“It’s a no to the last one.” She spluttered. Her belly did flip flops. This was true love! “Awww. You stalked me!”
“Yes,” he said proudly. “I did. Will you have my babies?”
She stiffened. She must stand firm even though her lip quivered. “Karl, I would love to have your little monster babies but you have to bring back the other women. My conscience would never forgive me if I didn’t insist on this. No matter how much you stalking me and tying me up and forcing me to have sex has made me love you.”
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