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Click hereMy hands slid around, unable to fully grip anything. I was too slippery, too tired, too fucked up. And yet, I was still too empty. My cunt ached, pining. Fingers of one hand found their way to my clit, while my other hand desperately clawed around for any sort of grip.
Before I could balance or pleasure myself, tentacles converged on me and lifted me up into the air. My legs were held far apart, spread, revealing my needy pussy. Exposing it to the air. To tentacles slapping against it.
To the cock that was ready to plunge in. To fulfill my needs, my desires, my uncontrollable urges and screams of pleasure.
"Ohmygosh put it in please oh please fuck me do it please!"
I was beyond saving now.
I met the cock like a slam dunk, completely filling my snatch and pumping. Pumping. Wasting no time to fill me up and make me cum like a slut. Like the sexy tentacle slut that I was.
I was still restrained and unable to do anything but scream for joy. Scream in pleasure louder than I'd ever done. I wasn't screaming for help...Why would I want help? I felt happy, more alive than I'd ever been.
Squish. Squish. Squish. I was being pistoned up and down on the incredible phallus beneath me.
Pop. Something slid up my butt. It felt warm, and I did my best to welcome the new intruder. A shudder came over me as the prowler found its way.
Squick. Tentacles slid around my feet, coiling up my knees and legs, hiding any sign of my sweaty skin submerged beneath.
Plop. Something coiled around my nipples, pulling and playing with them before penetrating them. If I wasn't already being manhandled, I would have jumped several feet off the ground from the absolutely astounding feelings.
Slick. My arms and hands were caught up by a rapid wave of tendrils, rolling up to the ends of my fingers. It almost looked like a sleeve and gloves, except they stopped me from being able to control my own body. My hands did what they were told to, playing furiously with my clit.
Blackness. Heat. I was having a hard time keeping up with everything happening to me....All I felt was a warmth pumping itself deep throughout my body. Into my soul. Into my very being.
Any chance of getting a part 2 where the protagonist gets more acquainted with the tentacles monster's abilities and needs? Perhaps some breedings as the house owners have grown too old to provide for that part of their relationship?