Tentacle Entanglement

I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. He claimed to be my soul mate, but I’m calling BS.

When I told him to get out, he sprouted tentacles.

I tried to run, of course, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages.

One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan.

He prefers the dark, claiming that he'll become wicked if I so much as turn on the light.

But now I'm tempted to call his bluff.