“This is the clitoris?” he gives it a gentle tap with the pointed end of his appendage.
“Ahhh, yes,” I say.
“I noticed that the object you threw at me had a small hollow in the middle. Am I correct in assuming that it was a receptacle?”
The monster has a clinical way of talking, but I think I get the gist. “If you’re asking if I put my clit in it, the answer is yes.”
“And then what happened?” He rubs a tight circle around my clit.
“It sucked.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“I could do that for you if you want.” He pauses and adds, “With my tentacle, not my mouth. I could fashion a small sucker with tiny cillia to stroke your clitoris.”
“I don’t understand.”
“They would act like dozens of little fingers making soft strokes up and down your clitoris. And of course, I would adjust the pressure and speed for maximum secretions.”
“Mmmmmm.” I exhale a long breath. The monster just wants to make me wetter, but that isn’t exactly a problem, is it? “Alright. Let’s try it.”
Another set of tentacles wrap around my knees, forcing them further apart, while another snakes around my waist and pins me to the bed.
I suck a deep breath through my teeth. “What are you doing?”
“Holding you in place,” he replies. “This requires precision, and I want you to remain still.”
“You think I’ll thrash about?”
“I can almost guarantee it,” he replies in a voice so deep and dark that the muscles of my pussy tighten.
All this talk of tentacles is getting me overheated. I want him to stick a nice, thick one into my pussy and fuck me with it until I become a sobbing mess. But I’m sure his endgame is sex, so why rush to it when he can give me hours of foreplay?
“Ready yourself,” he says.
Anticipation skitters up my spine. “O-okay.”
The tip of his tentacle touches the tip of my clit, then it flattens and then hollows into something shaped like a dimple and completely engulfs my bundle of nerves.
I gasp. This is far more intense than the rose because his sucker closes in around my clit, forming a tight seal. My breath quickens. How could I ever go back to my toy after this? But when tiny fingerlike appendages stroke up and down the length of my clit, an explosion of pleasure makes my legs go rigid, and I choke.
“Are you alright?” The monster asks, sounding urgent.
“Fuuuuck!”
He snatches the tentacle away.
“Put it back, put it back,” I yell, my voice rising several octaves.
“You enjoyed it?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
The tentacle returns, only this time a little more slippery, making the sensitive skin on my clit tingle. I throw my head back and pant hard as the miniature tentacles go to work on stroking my clit. Up and down, each one rubbing at different speeds. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before, especially with the other tentacles toying with my nipples.
“Your scent has changed,” the monster rumbles. “Am I pleasing you?”