Planet of the Tentacons

"What is this?" she asked. "Are you trying to anesthetize me? Paralyze me?"

"On the contrary, Talia," Odorin said in his measured baritone. "It will heighten your senses, not dull them. And your understanding, too. You will see things the way you did not see them before. You will see things the way I do."

The tentacle with the appendage swooped down, swaying in front of her face. Talia pulled back from it, not knowing what it now wanted from her. But her curiosity matched her fear, and she stopped pulling back. The tentacle came no closer. It kept its distance, rocking back and forth like a coiled snake. But Talia, somehow sensing Odorin's intent for the tentacle, had no sense that it would strike her.

She put a hand out, slowly, tentatively. Her hand shook, and so did she, fear and uncertainty gripping her. But curiosity pushed her hand forward. She extended a finger. Gingerly, she touched the tip of the tentacle. It, too, was coated in a moist, blue film, and when her finger touched the Tentacon her moisture mixed with his.

Talia gasped. She had an impression of bright light, all around, throwing everything into relief and highlighting details she'd never noticed. Every sense was heightened. She heard the sound coming off ripples in the water's surface that she hadn't heard before. Her nose caught scents in the misty air that had escaped her. She saw tiny pores in Odorin's rubbery skin. But the biggest impact was on her sense of touch. Her skin tingled with a new awareness of the air and water and gel against its surface, the deliciously soft sponge against her bottom, and, most of all, the electric charge coming from the top of Odorin's tentacle where it touched her finger.

She looked up from the tentacle to his face. By any human reckoning, he was hideous, a profane mix of mollusk and human, a muculent, bulbous mass quivering and oozing above her, innumerable tentacles swirling and orbiting around and over his body like the snakes of a Gorgon's head. But with her new sense she saw something else, too -- the kinship of their kinds, forged for an unknown, alien purpose and removed and separated by millions and millions of years. Despite the light years that lay between their planets, they were related. Despite their differences in form, his cells were not so different from hers. She felt his intelligence, greater than her own. She felt the strength in his body and the singularity and fixity of his purpose. And, she could not deny, she felt his masculine energy, the desire emanating from him -- desire for her. He wanted her, as much as or more than any human man had ever wanted her. His appearance was repellant, but the desire emanating from him in waves was not; it was enticing, and, in her new state, even arousing.

Talia breathed heavily on the bed, her blue-stained chest heaving and her breasts rising and falling in a fast rhythm before the Tentacon lord. Odorin's eyes widened still more, and his pupils dilated.

Two more tentacles, thin and rope-like, issued from his body and their tips kissed her shins. Talia shook her head.

I can't let this happen, she thought. She pulled her legs back and tried to crawl off the bed behind her. But the tentacles took and held her ankles, each encircling a leg four times. The grip was soft, not painful, but there was no escaping it. She tried to pry a tentacle off one ankle, but it would not budge.

"There's no need, Talia," Odorin said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The Tentacon held her legs and the ankles, seemingly without effort, two feet apart. Talia braced herself, hands in back of her, chest out. She knew her sex was exposed to the Tentacon, and she saw his eyes sweep her body and settle its gaze between her legs.

A third tentacle pressed forward. Talia tried to close her legs. She couldn't, but she didn't need to -- at least, not yet. The tentacle snaked elsewhere: toward her face. It touched her cheek, surprising Talia with the tenderness of its caress. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, not having to look at the Tentacon's face, she could almost enjoy the brush of the tentacle against her skin.

He hadn't broken her resistance, though, so she snapped her eyes open. A film of blue goo still encased her body. The Tentacon's face remained ugly, but it wasn't as repulsive to her as it was a few minutes earlier. What struck her as odd was that she saw his face more clearly than before, not less, yet it seemed less hideous. The film over her body and the constant connection between the Tentacon's skin and her own gave her the capacity to see the Tentacon, in part, as he saw himself. And the connection was more than just physical and sensual. She'd never experienced telepathy before -- had always doubted its existence -- but she could swear she felt shadows, at least, of what Odorin felt: desire, longing, loneliness, but also a steadfast sense of purpose. She knew that whatever he had planned for her, it would be impossible to resist him.

Tentacles she hadn't noticed before snaked forward and enclosed and encircled her wrists. Now she truly was bound and under his control. Her body writhed against the restraints of his sinuous limbs, but it was hopeless to struggle against them.

Yet another tentacle approached her, twisting toward her breasts. Before it reached them, it split, and each of the tendrils from that tentacle elongated and touched a pert, dark-blue nipple. The tips were extremely thin, enough so that they could curve around the circumference of each nipple and squeeze it, softly at first, but then harder and harder. Talia felt pain, but it was as though she felt it from a distance, and it was a pleasing pain. Her breathing grew faster and more labored.

Another tentacle stretched forth, this one aiming between her legs. Talia looked down, where it was headed, and with dismay noticed her lips parted, offering the tentacle easy access to her. But instead of entering her the tip of the tentacle touched the bare mound above her clit. It inched down her skin slowly, until its tip contacted the folds of her hood, and spread them back. Her clitoris lay exposed like a pearl, blue like the rest of her, but shinier. Slowly, relentlessly, the writhing tip of the tentacle drew closer, until it contacted the nub, and Talia groaned with pleasure.

She'd never felt anything like it. No man's or woman's touch had ever lit her sex on fire the way this slimy tentacle did. She felt tiny, impossibly slender filaments from the tentacle's tip wrapping around and encasing her clit even as the blunt tip pressed over and against it. It began rubbing circles over her. Unlike human fingers, the tentacle's surface could make infinite adjustments to the contours of her body. It flattened and expanded and pressed forward against the folds and mounds of her flesh to maximize the impact of its touch.

Talia moaned. She couldn't help it. Her eyes closed, but she opened them again, wanting to catch the Tentacon's reaction to her. His body heaved and rippled as well, nearly in sync with her own. His pale, saucer eyes fixed her in a fierce, steady stare. Talia's new telepathic sense felt the waves of lust coming at her. She didn't fight them. She couldn't -- she knew she couldn't, and she didn't try. She let Odorin's waves of lust come at her and sweep over her because of the delicious spell they cast over her. Her entire body burned with fire lit by the touch of slick, twisty limbs enveloping her nude figure.

While one tentacle rubbed circles around her clit, the one near her face continued to caress her cheek. It pushed across her face, brushing her lips. Talia tried to pull back, fearing it would taste bad, but the tentacle wouldn't let her. To her surprise, the tentacle, coated in a thick, drippy gelatin, didn't taste bad at all. It pushed against her lips, and the gelatin from it oozed between her lips and teeth into her mouth. It tasted of salt and spice, but it was sweet, too. More flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed it, savoring the warmth as it entered her belly. Then the tip of the tentacle itself pushed past her lips, into her mouth, until it contacted the tip of her tongue. Tongue tip and tentacle touched and danced against each other. The tentacle retracted, and then it pressed back in. She felt the tip expand, as though the tentacle sought to imitate an engorged cock, wanting to be fellated. There was nothing she could do to stop it, so she went along, sucking the rubbery tentacle tip into her mouth when it pushed forward.

Talia had given head before, but she'd had little success in the past letting a cock push very far into her mouth without gagging furiously. The goo coming from the tentacle tip, however, seemed to sooth her mouth, making it more agreeable to the tentacle's exploration. It kept growing inside her mouth, filling it and reaching farther into it. With her mouth full of the tentacle she had to breath hard and fast through her nose. She snorted like a mare as the tentacle slid farther still along the back of her tongue to the front of her throat. She gagged at last, and goo and saliva cascaded out the sides of her mouth. Thoughts of resistance ebbed quickly as all her attention focused on the thick piece of Tentacon flesh pushing in and pulling out of her mouth. She couldn't stop gagging, but she became accustomed to it. It became a challenge to see how far she could take it. Its thickness opened her mouth wider, stretching the tendons of her jaw.

At last, after a few more cycles the tentacle pulled out of her mouth and pulled back to a few feet from her, where it traced lazy curves in the air. The tentacle on her clit never stopped. It had slowed while the other tentacle worked its way into her mouth, but now it sped up again, and before Talia knew it she felt the orgasm come on. It embarrassed her to think a repulsive mollusk-like alien was about to make her come, but she couldn't stop it.

The dam gave way and ecstasy burst forth from her sex in sharp waves, radiating from the hooded button and making every part of her body shake in turn. Her feet kicked wildly, or they tried to under the tight but sensuous grip of the Tentacon lord's tentacles.

"Aaah," she cried.

It was the sharpest and longest orgasm she'd ever felt, and her inability to touch or calm her body with her hands made it worse -- or better, depending on how she looked at it. Her body spasmed, arms and legs shaking uncontrollably and hands and feet twisting against the tentacles restraining them. She whimpered as the shaking slowly subsided.

When her eyes were able to focus she stared into Odorin's wide, unmoving eyes, staring back at her. His body heaved in tandem with hers, and she wondered if he'd been able to feel her orgasm. He didn't let go of her; his limbs still held hers firmly. She'd stopped trying to resist.

Suddenly, he lifted her off the sponge bed, into the air. She faced him, at an angle, arms behind and over her head, legs parted wide and slanting down, toward Odorin's lower body. A thick additional tentacle cradled her and held her back up to take weight off her wrists. It wrapped once around her torso, just under her full breasts. Blue gel still covered her, but Talia noticed it had come off in places, leaving her body covered in a streaky patchwork of flesh tone and blue.

Talia could not move, except to writhe against the grip of his tentacles, but she wasn't as afraid as she had been. Endorphins raced through her body as she came down from the orgasm. A wave of spent bliss swept over her. Had Odorin laid her on the bed she would have fallen asleep at once, she thought. But she knew he wasn't going to do that. She knew he wasn't done.

Arousal and scientific curiosity got the better of any ebbing traces of fear and sense of loyalty to her species. What she had just felt had been extraordinary. She had to know what the next step felt like. Her entire body craved it. Her mind craved it. Odorin was right; she had to know. Whatever misgivings she had had, just moments earlier, disappeared into the chamber mist.

She nodded at him.

"Are you sure?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded again.

Odorin lifted off the ground, and a low bellow of a hiss escaped his mouth with what Talia took to be pleasure. It didn't translate. It didn't have to.

The tentacles under Odorin's body writhed around him, whipping up a bubbly froth in the pool's murky waters. Another tentacle, previously submerged under the water, burst out of it, and it undulated through the air, dripping wet, in a shallow wave toward Talia. This tentacle was long and thin, but with a wider, near-cylindrical tip that pulsed in front of her eyes.

The grip on her ankles and hands tightened palpably, though not yet uncomfortably. Her legs were spread wider.

I can bear it, Talia thought. I have to. I want to.

Blue spittle erupted from the thick tip of the tentacle before her. Its tip suddenly opened, like a flower, and the spittle became a trickle of opaque bluish fluid, mixed with streaks of white, flowing from between the petals and down to the lowest part of the tentacle, until it dripped off and plopped to the floor. Something pushed up from the center of the flower -- a glossy gray, pulsing tube, shiny with wetness in the low light.

Fear rippled through Talia's body. It's too big, she thought. She knew where this tentacle intended to go, but she could not imagine it fitting into its destination. It looked wider than her forearm. Her body bucked against the tentacles holding her ankles, but without result. The Tentacon was too strong. It stretched her open still wider, straining the muscles of her thighs.

The tentacle with the gray tube at the end snaked forward, between her legs, but just as lazily as the tentacles before it. Its tip touched a blue-streaked knee, and what she imagined was Tentacon pre-cum oozed out a small hole at the tip, like half-curdled blue milk. She felt heat against her skin where the liquid touched her and then dripped off to the sponge bed several feet beneath her.

The tube tip of the tentacle pushed forward against her thigh, marking its length in milky-blue. Talia was surprised how hot the liquid was, and she could not imagine being pumped full of so much heat. But there was nothing she could do now. She thought about changing her mind, of screaming "no!", and she wondered what the Tentacon lord would do if she did. But the words didn't come. She could not, and did not, say anything. Part of her wanted this to end, but part of her didn't. Warring emotions ended in a stalemate, and silence.

The gray tentacle tip reached the junction of her legs, and now that it was closer she saw it better. Its surface was softer, glossier, and more delicate than the tougher, matte-bluish skin of the tentacle that enclosed it. It quivered, like a dollop of custard on a moving plate. It hovered and waited, just beyond her entrance. She had the sense it was sniffing her. She tore her eyes away from it and looked again into the face of Odorin. He glanced up too, taking one more look at his human captive before he fucked her. Then his gaze shifted back to her sex.

Talia saw the quivering tip change shape. It flattened on either side, until its shape resembled a screwdriver's flat head. It swayed and hovered a few moments more, and then it pushed forward.

It felt nothing like a human cock. It was much warmer, for one thing, almost hot. And, rather than entering her at one place, it entered her everywhere at once, its flesh pressing against the hood of her clit, against her pee hole, against the channel underneath. It pushed her inner lips back along the entire vertical length of her slit. It was a full-on sensual assault against every part of her pussy at once. Talia groaned with pleasure.

The alien cock tip pulsed in different directions at once as it worked its way slowly into her. It expanded and contracted in an irregular beat. Its gelatinous skin rippled with waves washing toward her as well, and with each wave it pushed a little farther inside her. It had the ability to mold to the form and contours of the inside of her body. At the same time, she felt a suction from the organ against her. The surface of the cock tube somehow pulled against her inner lips, drawing them away from her body until they encased Odorin's pulsing organ in a thin sheath.

Talia felt it pushing more. It was adapting itself to her body, contacting her at every sensitive spot, and as it pushed farther into her it expanded as well. And the heat -- she'd never felt anything like it inside her. It was just short of being painful.

Talia cried out when the farthest reach of the tentacle bumped lightly against her cervix. She moaned when a portion of the tentacle began pulsing against her g-spot. As it did so one of the other tentacles -- the one with the skinny filaments -- slithered down her belly and began to rub her clitoris. The pressure on her flesh squeezed between the two tentacles, one inside her and one outside, was exquisite, and Talia could not help letting out a series of low, guttural squeals of pleasure.

The intensity of the sensation -- an exquisite combination of beyond-the-moon pleasure and increasing but still bearable pain -- made it difficult for Talia to think about anything else. But amid all the intense feelings, she had the presence of mind to ask herself questions: why was Odorin giving her so much attention? Why not just fuck her and get it over with? It was obvious that his ministrations to her body were intended to give her pleasure. But why would he care?

It was hard to focus, with the sensual assault on her body, but Talia tried, and she reached out with her mind. Her consciousness pushed past her arousal, and beyond the thick wave of Odorin's lust, until she felt something else: she saw and felt herself, as Odorin saw and felt her. The Tentacon lord was able to experience her pleasure as well as his. That's why he gave her body so much attention.

Then another door opened, and Talia's mind stepped through until it could see and feel Odorin as well. She could feel his tentacles wrapped around her body, caressing her, piercing and penetrating her. She felt his lust over her nude, writhing blue body. She smelled herself, as she smelled to him. She experienced their intercourse from both points of view, a riotous duet of mutual desire and feeling, his and hers. Sex in two channels at once. Sex in stereo.

I know what it's like to be a Tentacon, she thought.

Through Odorin's eyes and senses, she savored how good her tight cunt felt on his expanding alien cock, how it gripped and squeezed it. She took delight in her complete submission to him, and in his total mastery over her body. She took pleasure in the sight of her nude body, heaving and shaking, as it appeared through the lusty Tentacon's eyes. She closed her own eyes so she could view the scene through his eyes only.

"You see it, don't you?" Odorin asked her.

"Yes," she said. "I see it."

Talia's eyes popped open wide when she felt the Tentacon cock expand inside her. It filled every available nook and crevice and inflated against her interior walls. It kept expanding. She didn't think it was possible to be stretched so wide and filled so fully by a cock.

Then her hips were pulled forward as the cock tip began to pull out. Her labia stretched along its massive, gelatinous surface as it moved away.

No, she thought, don't leave. I want it to stay inside me.

The cock didn't pull out all the way. Its tip remained just inside her lips. The remainder of its length paused outside her pussy, rippling.

His grip on her limbs tightened, steadying her body over the ground, and then the big cock pushed back into her. Not fast, but with enough speed and force to make her scream. Her voice echoed throughout the chamber. It filled her as deeply and fully as before. And it pulled out again and paused again.