He quickens his strokes up and down my feet, with the tendrils stroking between my toes so wet that the sounds they make become obscene. As he deepens his caresses, he sends more and more pleasure to my core.
I’m so wet, and the pussy whipping has made my clit even more sensitive. Without meaning to, I part my knees and pant.
“Are you in need of me, my mate?” His voice sounds so close that his breath tickles behind my ear, even though he still stands at the foot of the bed.
“When you’re in the dark, do you look the same?”
“Not quite,” he says, keeping his voice measured. “My kind are shapeshifters, with skin capable of changing for camouflage.”
One of his tentacles slithers up my calf with a movement that makes my pussy pulse. All musings about his true form vanish with the need to be penetrated, stretched, pummeled.
“Get closer,” I say, my voice becoming breathy. “And massage me everywhere.”
“As my mate pleases.”
The monster climbs onto the bed, making the mattress dip. Anticipation skitters down my spine. I slow my breathing, trying to temper my excitement, but it’s no use. Memories of the night before still haunt my mind. I know first hand that this monster is capable of delivering intense and unrelenting pleasure.
“Open your legs wide,” the monster says. “I’m going to massage your inner thighs.”
“Alright,” I whisper, trying not to pant.
Two more tentacles slither up the inside of my calves, spreading the same lubrication that makes everything feel wonderful. As they reach my knees, I buck my hips, wanting him to hurry.
“I’m so wet and ready for you.”
He takes a deep, noisy sniff. “I smell the sweet scent of your arousal. It is intoxicating.”
I swallow back a moan. This monster knows exactly what to say to get me going.
The tentacles make a gentle zig-zagging motion as they ascend my thighs, coating them with even more slick.
“Why are you secreting so much liquid?” I ask. “I’m already relaxed.”
“To ease penetration.”
“But my pussy’s so wet.” The moment I say those words, I realized exactly where he plans on sticking that tentacle. “Oh!”
“Would you consent to double tentacle intercourse?” he asks.
My asscheeks clench. He’d also wanted that last night.
“Maybe just circle my asshole for a little bit?” I say. “Don’t stick the tentacle in until I ask.”
His laugh reminds me of his darker side, and makes every fine hair on the back of my neck stand on end, screaming red alert.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“After a few minutes of anal play, I will have you begging for my tentacle.”
ChapterNine
The monster turns me around, so I’m lying on my front, but with a thick tentacle resting beneath my hips and shoulders to keep them off the mattress.
“What are you doing?” My voice trembles. This is new.
“I need you even more relaxed for multiple penetration.”
My heart flip-flops at the realization that he doesn’t say double or triple or even quadruple. “Sorry, what?”