Tentacles in the Dark

Tentacles in the night

The afternoon light filtered softly through the half-open curtains as Taylor McGwire lay on her couch, enjoying the calmness of her small home nestled among other homes on a tree-lined street in Blackwood. For years now, Taylor lived alone in this house, having grown used to the solitude despite her initial anxiety about moving away from family. As she stared off into space contemplatively, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the peaceful atmosphere around her. It was in these moments that she allowed herself to truly relax - something that had been difficult since discovering the mysterious visitor late last year. Since then, every few nights, the thing took her for it's pleasure.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking on her front door interrupted her musings. "That must be Abigail," thought Taylor, recalling how they planned to spend some time together today after a long period apart due to various commitments. Opening the door, she found her neighbor standing just outside, clad in casual attire consisting of a simple dress and a pair of sandals.

"Hi, Taylor! I hope you don't mind me stopping by," said Abigail nervously.

Abigail's appearance caught Taylor slightly off guard, yet her warm smile quickly put Taylor at ease again. They spent hours talking about mundane things such as work, hobbies, friends, family, love life..... After several hours of conversation, both Taylor and Abigail realized they were famished. Taylor suggested they head over to her favorite Italian restaurant nearby, which also happened to have amazing desserts. As they walked along the familiar neighborhood pathways, Taylor thought less about the intriguing nature of their discussions and more about what awaited her later tonight--the ever-present sensation of excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins whenever she recalled the nocturnal visits.

The two had a nice dinner and walked home. Stopping in front of their houses, Taylor asked, "Did you want to come in?"

Abigail shakes her head and says, "Not tonight." With a gentle grin, she adds, "But maybe another time?"

In response, Taylor feels a sudden pang of disappointment and relief--it would have been nice to share her secret about her visitor.

With a final wave goodbye, Abigail begins walking down the sidewalk towards her house. Feeling oddly bereft now that the evening draws near, Taylor turns toward her house, mentally preparing herself for what will transpire later. As she climbs the steps to her porch, the smell of fresh rain lingering in the air reminds her why she loves autumn so much. Stepping inside, she closes the door, allowing only a thin strip of golden sunlight to illuminate the entrance hallway.

Taylor kicks off her shoes, savoring the sensation of cool wood against her feet as she makes her way deeper into the house. With each step, she relishes the anticipation of what lies ahead -- an experience like none other. The walls seemed to breathe in and out slowly with her, enveloping her in a protective embrace. The silence felt almost tangible, weighing heavily upon her heart. But she knew it wouldn't stay silent for long...

She entered her bedroom, letting the dim lamplight guide her across the room to where she always waited.

It wasn't long before Taylor heard the faint sounds coming from beyond her window - the same eerie whispers that always preceded the arrival of her nocturnal companion. Slowly, her breathing began to quicken, mirroring the increasing intensity of the approaching presence. Each beat of her heart echoed throughout her body. When finally, the tendrils emerged from the darkness outside her window. They moved swiftly across the glass surface, their movements fluid and hypnotic, like some ancient dance. Swiftly, her pulse raced faster as the shadowy form became clearer, drawing closer still. It was there - her elusive companion. The moment they had arrived. Having made its way into her room silently, it revealed itself fully, showing a form unlike any human. Its features could hardly be described as anything resembling those of a terrestrial creature. Instead, it appeared to possess characteristics shared amongst both plant and animal alike--tentacles writhing sinuously alongside stalks that bore leaves and flowers. Taylor could see now why it might seem impossible not to succumb to its strange beauty. A raw power radiated from it, which captivated her soul and held her spellbound.

The creature hesitated. "It's ok, baby." Taylor cooed gently, "Come show Mommy what you want." Its multitudinous limbs shifted restlessly, brushing gently against Taylor as if testing her readiness. She felt herself go weak at the touch but stood firm, determined to face whatever came her way. And suddenly, it started - the tentacle monster lowered itself onto the bed beside her, reaching for her eagerly. "That's it, sweetie. You know how mommy likes it." Taylor murmured tenderly, running her fingers through the sticky strands of tentacles that encircled her body. They were cold to the touch, sending waves of thrill rippling throughout her system. Their texture was bizarre, neither smooth nor rough, leaving her skin feeling somewhat numb and electrified simultaneously. It sent messages directly to her nerve endings, causing her entire body to quiver deliciously. She sighed deeply, embracing the exquisite discomfort of this forbidden union. Its tentacles caressed her flesh skillfully, exploring every hidden crevice with precision, evoking surges of desire within her. The scent of sweetness permeated the air, filling her nostrils and heightening her arousal further. Taylor threw her head back, moaning audibly as her body surrendered entirely to the creature's grasp. The intense contact brought forth a torrent of emotions and sensations previously unknown to her - fear mixed with excitement, pain blending seamlessly with ecstasy. As the creature penetrated her tightest orifice, Taylor uttered a sharp cry followed by a deep groan. Its tentacles were insatiable, seeking entry into every possible opening, probing her depths mercilessly. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through her core, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her body ached with need, desperate for release. Yet, the longer the encounter went on, the more she reveled in the agony and ecstasy of it all. The creature's appendages seemed to grow thicker and more robust, wrapping themselves tighter around her, claiming ownership of her body.

"Yes!" Taylor cried out, unable to contain her enthusiasm anymore.

The monstrous lover responded with a low hiss, intensifying its assault on her most sensitive spots. The monster raised an appendage. It was enormous and phallic, the size of a muscular man's arm.

"Fuck my ass!" Taylor screamed, "Make mommy your whore."

The creature's tentacles wrapped themselves tightly around her waist, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped at the immense strength displayed by this bizarre creature. Then, without warning, it slammed her hard against the wall. Glass shattered beneath her, but Taylor barely noticed. All she could focus on was the monstrous creature hovering above her, its numerous appendages flexing hungrily. Driven by primal instincts, she accepted this new role wholeheartedly, becoming utterly lost in the throes of passionate submission. The monster began to slowly force its way into her asshole. The thickness of its appendage stretched her, bringing tears to her eyes, but Taylor welcomed the painful invasion. She pushed back against it, meeting its force with equal determination. Each thrust carried away the boundaries of her self-imposed limitations, exposing her to a world of dizzying pleasures she hadn't known existed It spread her legs wide and began to fuck her with brutal speed. In return, Taylor arched her back fiercely, urging the creature onwards. She felt utterly consumed by its ferocity, awash in the cacophony of crashing furniture and escalating moans that filled the room. As her body reached peak intensity, her senses began to cloud, everything around her dissolving into a chaotic swirl of red-hot passion. Nothing mattered except for this monstrous lover taking her harder than anyone else ever had, owning her completely. She didn't care what people thought. She belonged to this creature. It slammed her face down on the bed as it ravished her, her cries muffled by the mattress below. Desperately clawing at the sheets, Taylor felt boundless gratification course through her veins, driving her mad with pleasure. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, leaving her body trembling under the weight of it. Her vision blurred and cleared, replaced by a powerful sense of satisfaction. The creature began filling her with its cum until she couldn't take anymore. Overwhelmed by the flood of liquid invading her body, Taylor cried out loud in ecstasy. Unable to control her reactions, her arms flailed wildly while her hips bucked involuntarily, driven solely by her physical needs. She clung to the sheets frantically, digging her nails into the fabric to anchor herself amidst the tempestuous storm of rapture that coursed through her. The creature released her and began shooting loads from its many appendages onto her prone form.

Taylor lay panting on the floor, covered in the mess, reveling in the afterglow of the intense encounter. She gazed at the broken furniture scattered across the room, marveling at the destruction caused by their explosive coupling. Tears trickled down her cheeks, partially due to the strain inflicted during sex but primarily because of the overpowering mix of joy and sorrow coursing through her veins. This brief escape from reality was undeniably satisfying yet haunting, as though she had just witnessed something beautiful but terribly wrong. The creature began to slither away languidly.

"Good night...I love you," Taylor whispered, watching the creature vanish into the darkness outside her window. "And I belong to you."

The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the room, highlighting the devastation left behind by their affair. Taylor remained motionless, overcome by her profound connection with the otherworldly entity. It may only be moments since they parted ways, but already, a sense of loss settled over her.

******* Abigail crawled into her bed, exhausted, and tonight had been incredible. Never before had she experienced such exhilarating sexual encounters with someone so different from herself. But despite the physical pleasures, her conscience weighed heavily upon her. Deep inside, she knew what she was doing wasn't right. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. However, her hunger for more encounters with Taylor kept her tossing and turning uneasily, unable to find peace.