Tentacle Shorts Bundle 1 to 7

by Alice Locke

  She had no idea they could do that, but she definitely did not mind it and in fact enjoyed it, groaning at the treatment.

  As the aliens worshiped her body with their appendages as if she was a goddess, she began to feel a warm tingling sensation spread throughout her body, wherever the tentacles had touched her.

  Every time they would brush against her, the contact made goosebumps rise on her skin as small jolts of pleasure would radiate from the touch. She'd read about this, but experiencing it first hand was a completely different deal.

  Tendrils wrapped themselves around her legs and traveled upwards to meet her drenched underwear. Christine didn't want to admit it but deep down she hadn't had a significant sexual encounter in a long while, and the prospect of ending her streak with four elite Aelorians turned her into a leaking mess.

  As the tentacles inched upwards, the familiar tingling sensation kept spreading and enveloped her entire body, amplifying even the tiniest touch. This caused her to begin moaning, softly at first but increasing in intensity when her underwear was yanked away from her.

  Her glistening pussy was bared and exposed to the aliens, and they didn't feel like waiting. One of the tentacles that crept up her leg opened its tip to focus its attention on her engorged clit, and the other simply poked and prodded around her opening.

  Christine cried out at the sensation - her clit had always been extra sensitive and the tingling effect that took over her body made it even more so.

  The Aelorians knew how to please a woman, though their touch was fairly rough. As they applied pressure on Christine's clit she began screaming in both pain and pleasure, her breathing pace becoming quicker and quicker still.

  Her body went limp as a massive orgasm rippled through her - Christine's mind flashed white as she lost herself to the lust and pleasure. Her screams only became louder as she felt a tentacle plunging deep inside of her tight pussy, sliding in effortlessly due to both her juices and the slime the Aelorians secreted when aroused.

  She soon realized it was the slime that made her feel warm and tingly, and as time passed she found herself loving it more and more.

  The tentacle that braved her depths kept inching inside of her, filling her to the brim. No human had ever made her feel like that, not even the toys she had in her apartment could compare.

  The slime they secreted inside of her coated her walls and her muscles began tightening on the tentacle by themselves. She didn't know why but she didn't care, Christine could feel the tentacle inside of her engorge and shrink rhythmically, its rough texture sure to leave an imprint on her tight walls.

  She felt every ridge and bump as its size changed and it retreated only to vigorously sink back inside of her, making her scream at every thrust.

  The Aelorians were clearly enjoying the night and had no intention to stop. Quite the opposite in fact.

  The tentacle that had been ravaging Christine's pussy retreated, a loud squelching noise following it. One of the aliens lined it in front of Christine's asshole and began gently pushing against the muscles to gauge her reactions.

  No objections were heard, the force increased.

  Christine's muscles gave in and the tentacle's tip sunk into her tight asshole making her scream once more. It felt like it kept going on and on deep inside of her, reaching and filling spots she didn't even know she had.

  Still, her pussy had been left alone and she desperately wanted them to give it the attention it deserved. Christine didn't need to ask, a tentacle was shoved deep inside of her hole where the other had been just minutes before.

  The Aelorians began moving in alternating patterns. When the tentacle lodged in her pussy would sink in, the one in her asshole would retreat and the same applied to the engorging and shrinking process.

  All of this amounted to an incredible level of stimulation that sent her brain into overdrive. Christine's body convulsed once more as a second orgasm exploded within her, the waves of pleasure relentlessly crashing on her while the aliens' sustained assault on her holes never relented.

  Two more tentacles joined in. One wrapped itself around her small throat, gently constricting it to restrict the airflow. The other one made its way on her mouth, circling her plump lips and playing with her tongue when she pushed it out to meet it.

  She played with it briefly, circling it and tasting the sweet nectar it secreted. It left her wanting more, and more she got. The tentacle entered her mouth and made its way down her throat, the slime numbing down Christine's esophagus.

  All of her holes were plugged, and their occupants kept vigorously assaulting her body with their vigorous movements. Christine was in pure bliss, the orgasms kept making her body quiver and tremble though the Aelorians kept her from falling over.

  Her tight holes had been working like magic for the aliens too, and Christine could feel the tentacles inside of her twitch and gradually become more and more engorged.

  They were stretching her but the pleasure vastly overshadowed the pain. The four aliens began emitting a deep, low rumbling noise as their movements increased in speed and force.

  They suddenly stopped, contracting the tentacles. A couple seconds later they released them, unleashing multiple torrents of their nectar in all of Christine's sore holes.

  Some of it covered her body, too - They drenched her, inside and out.

  As the Aelorians retreated their appendages, the room filled with squelching noises from their fluids leaking out of Christine. Her legs gave out, she had been standing on the table for the entire duration of the event.

  One of the aliens caught her and she passed out in his arms, a giant smile plastered on her flushed face.

  When she woke up the next day she found herself in her room. Her entire body was sore, but deep down inside she knew she had made an incredibly important step for mankind.

  PROGENY

  Chapter One

  Spring break, the magical time in which rules and laws become suggestions and alcohol flows free like water.

  Lisa took the long drive back home to stay with her family, but in truth she wasn't too excited about it. Her parents had always pushed her to be more sociable but she preferred the peace and quiet of her room to the crowds and general loudness that accompanied what people commonly referred to as "social life".

  She was an introvert, that much was certain. The only place other than her room in which she felt comfortable was the gym, though that had to be attributed to her well developed body.

  Men of all ages kept hitting on her only to be shut down instantly.

  Even if she could make heads turn just by breathing, Lisa always dressed modestly. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention but that rarely worked, and even when she stepped out of her car in her parent's driveway, she could feel the neighbor's gaze on her.

  It was taking its toll on her mind, but she simply sighed in exasperation and carried on with her day.

  After the usual greetings came the barrage of questions from her parents, as if they needed to know every tiny detail of her life. Aside from that, she felt happy to be back home.

  She felt happy to be back in the place where she spent her childhood, the place that saw her blossom into a beautiful woman. Just walking through the corridor evoked a torrent of memories in her mind, and every step of the staircase that lead to the second story of the house had the same effect.

  One step, one more scene flashing back before her eyes only to disappear back into the void.

  Lisa smiled as she reached her room and upon opening, she saw that nothing had changed. The posters on the walls, all of her trinkets and books were still in the same spot in which she left them, coated by a thin layer of dust.

  Not one to sit and complain, Lisa armed herself with a few supplies and began cleaning her room just like she used to do years before. She couldn't blame her parents for not taking care of it, their age had begun to show and she'd rather not put any unnecessary load on their shoulders.

  A couple hours
later, her room was spotless and Lisa began feeling tired. The long drive had gotten to her, and cleaning her room certainly didn't rejuvenate her.

  She informed her parents she would get some sleep and promptly threw herself on her old bed, the springs squeaking as they coiled under her weight.

  Lisa took a brief moment to stare at the ceiling just as she had done time and time again throughout all the years she spent in that house and slowly drifted off to unconsciousness.

  Sleep had been eluding her recently, although Lisa didn't have problems falling asleep in her old house. It could have been because she felt completely safe or just exhausted, but she didn't give it much thought. Rest was rest, regardless of the tag attached to it.

  The next day Lisa woke up full of energy. It had been so long since the last time she felt like that, she almost found it weirdly unpleasant. Still after completing her morning routine she set out to explore, or rather rediscover, the town she grew up in.

  The old alleys hadn't changed a bit, though admittedly they didn't exactly have enough time to do so in any significant way. Regardless, this was Lisa's first spring break back home after two years of college, and she did notice a few different details as she strolled through the town.

  In truth she missed the atmosphere that can only be found in these tiny towns, the smaller scale of the events that took place felt comforting to her. It was as if this tiny corner of the world wasn't affected by all the tragedies plaguing the rest of the planet.

  Lisa knew this wasn't the case but it still felt good to pretend, even if just for a few days.

  Making her way back home, a flier caught her attention. It said something about a party that would take place that very same night.

  While the prospect of stepping out of her comfort zone had a certain thrill to it, Lisa wasn't sure it would be the right thing to do.

  Her parents wouldn't object: she was old enough to make her own choices and mistakes and besides, they wanted her to make connections for the future.

  Sure, a party probably wasn't the right place for that but it was a start.

  Lisa's mind kept going back to the flier as she walked back to her house, and step by step she convinced herself that living a different life even just for one night wouldn't hurt.

  The clothes she brought over weren't ideal for the occasion, and she simply couldn't show up to the party dressed like a librarian. Racking her brain over the problem, her gaze fell on the old dresser that sat to the right side of her bed.

  Upon opening it she found all of the clothes she didn't carry with her to college and began sifting through them to find something appropriate.

  A few minutes later she hit the jackpot: a thin skirt to be paired with shorts and a simple black T-shirt that she used to wear years before. It was too small for her now yet she tried it on anyway and looked at her figure in the mirror.

  The shirt barely covered her breasts - it had been too short even when she bought it. After scouring the dresser some more Lisa found a light sweater she could wear over the shirt, using the chilly air as an excuse.

  This was all new to her, and secretly she hoped she would have a reason to take the sweater off and show off her body. Filled with excitement she finished getting ready and made her way out of the house, a big smile plastered on her face.

  Chapter Two

  It was getting dark outside but Lisa wasn't scared. She knew the town like the back of her hand and besides, nothing bad ever happened there.

  It was a quiet town, sometimes eerily so. Most of the senior citizens that resided there would spend their evenings in the comfort and privacy of their homes, and the night life scene was pretty much non existent.

  A party was exactly what the town needed: it would breathe new life into it and get the people to leave the safety of their cocoons to enjoy life.

  As Lisa made her way to the address stated in the flier, the sun kept inching lower and lower still. Stars were starting to poke in, not many at first but as the light diminished, more of them appeared.

  Watching the sun set and the stars come out from hiding always had a mesmerizing effect on her. She stopped for a brief moment to look up at the sky.

  Lisa's troubles and worries felt insignificant when paired up with the size of the universe - she found it comforting in a certain way.

  A shooting star whizzed across the sky only to disappear briefly, a private spectacle available only to Lisa's eyes. It probably wasn't the case, but she didn't care.

  Snapping out of her self induced trance, Lisa kept on walking through the empty streets of the town. The party was on the other side of it and it'll take some time for her to get there, but she had time to spare.

  She would still occasionally glance up at the sky, it was like a habit to her. Truth be told, sometimes Lisa would wish there could be a way for her to leave everything behind and start over somewhere new. The scale of her fantasies varied, sometimes it was just moving to another state but in the most extreme cases she fantasized about an all powerful race of extra terrestrial beings that would take her to their home planet, away from Earth and anything related to it.

  Even being an open minded person, Lisa knew the chances of anything like that happening were basically in the negatives. Yet a girl can dream, and daydream too.

  She would constantly lose herself in her thoughts, shutting out the real world to focus on whatever was happening in her mind. Her brain would go on autopilot and so far nothing bad had happened, but one should never say never.

  Being all caught up in her own mind, she eventually got lost. Lisa knew her way around the city, but the narrow streets can be deceiving at night - some had lampposts, some did not.

  As she came to her senses, Lisa stopped dead in her tracks and scanned the surroundings to make sense of where she was.

  She must have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way, that was the only explanation.

  Her first instinct was to turn around and try to find her way back. She followed it, and while she knew she was safe she still couldn't shake the dreadful sensation that tied her stomach into a knot.

  The lights around her started flickering but stabilized after a few seconds. Lisa began walking faster, gripped by an irrational sense of fear. Her hand instinctively went to her phone and clutched it tight, ready to call for help if anything happened.

  Nothing.

  More flickering ensued and Lisa broke into a sprint, running away from whatever imaginary monster her mind had conjured. There was nothing chasing her, and as she got into one of the larger streets she looked back to find the narrow alleyway completely empty.

  The lights on the main street made a good job at leaving no dark spots, and still Lisa didn't feel completely safe. Her heart skipped a few beats as the lights began flickering again.

  It was different this time. Every light bulb burst, seemingly at at the same time, releasing a cascade of sparks on the ground below.

  Lisa shrieked and recoiled, closing and covering her eyes to shield them.

  When she opened, she was standing in complete darkness and silence. The town looked and felt abandoned in that moment, and Lisa began regretting her decision to go to that party.

  Thankfully she had a general idea of where she was, so going back home would be easy.

  As she turned towards her new destination, she began hearing a loud humming noise which she couldn't put a source on. It seemed to come from inside of her head, and it kept getting louder and louder still.

  Overwhelmed by panic she began running again, hoping to put some distance between herself and whatever was causing the noise. It didn't seem to work, the situation only got worse.

  A bright white light appeared on the ground below her, following her footsteps like a spotlight would a dancer.

  Lisa tried screaming for help but her voice was drowned out by the humming noise. The light appeared to increase in size and swallow everything around her.

  She closed her eyes as the brightness was hurting her, and s
uddenly stopped moving.

  She clearly couldn't outrun whatever it was that took an interest to her. Even with her eyes closed she could see the white light around her - until it suddenly stopped.

  Lisa tentatively opened her eyes and looked around her, finding herself in a bright circular room.

  Panic took a hold of her even more; she began screaming and pleading with her captors to let her go, but nothing seemed to work.

  The lights in the room began dimming and with them, Lisa felt herself get weaker and weaker still. She soon passed out, her throat sore from the screaming.

  When she woke up she felt cold, unnaturally so. She had been stripped and laid on what felt like an examination table, her limbs secured to it with metal hooks.

  Lisa couldn't seem to process the situation. She kept straining against the bindings trying to free herself and run yet nothing seemed to work.

  A deep voice echoed through the room, drowning Lisa's cries. It spoke in a language she didn't understand at first, yet the more she heard its words ring through her mind, the more she felt herself relax.

  All of her fears and worries vanished into nothingness, leaving her in complete tranquility.

  Lisa asked the voice what it wanted, and it replied with one word: "Progeny."

  She nodded, understanding her new purpose in life. Maybe her new masters would fulfill her fantasy and take her away from Earth - she didn't know, but she sure hoped they would.