“I feel the change in your heartbeat.” The tentacle at my clit makes a filthy sucking noise, adding a spine-tingling pleasure.
“Oh!” My hips jerk.
“I want you to climax for me, my mate,” the monster says as he pounds his tentacle into my pussy. “Right now.”
The words push me over the edge, and I splinter with an orgasm almost as intense as the one he gave me when he was wicked. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if my body craves this other side of the monster, but I shove it away and ride through the pleasure.
The last thing I want right now is my pussy whipped.
Every muscle in my pelvis spasms with waves upon waves of pleasure. My arms and legs collapse, but the tentacles beneath me provide ample support.
As my climax fades, and my breaths slow, the monster rubs soothing circles over my back with another slippery appendage.
“That was exactly what I needed,” I say with a happy sigh. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he replies, his voice light. “That was only the beginning.”
“But I’ve already come twice today and multiple times the night before,” I say.
“All the more reason for me to continue.”
The tentacle at my asshole changes shape, developing little suckers that pull at my pucker.
Any traces of sleepiness vanish at this new sensation, and I perk up. “What’s this?”
“Do you like it?” he asks. “Your flesh there is very relaxed.”
I still, my heart quickening. Maybe now is the time to try anal, while my body is loose and sated. “Could you make a thin tentacle for me? Maybe about the size of my finger?”
“Of course.”
An appendage as thick as my thumb runs between my ass cheeks, making up and down movements. I’m still so sensitive and boneless from my orgasm and I’ve lost my inhibitions. I part my thighs even further.
“That feels so good,” I say with a moan. “But I want more.”
“You want me to put it in?” the monster asks with a deep drawl.
“Please,” I whisper.
He continues making that back and forth motion over my asshole but doesn’t slip it inside. When he combines the movement with the gentle sucking and stroking of my clit, both my ass and pussy feel empty and needy.
But after several moments of this teasing, every part of me quivers with impatience. I turn my head to find the monster still standing at the foot of the bed.
“Why haven’t you fucked my ass?”
“I’m waiting for you to beg.”
Ah yes, he mentioned that earlier.
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I gulp twice. It’s hard enough to admit that I want anal. Even harder to admit it out loud and then to admit that I want it from a creature of unknown origin. It doesn’t matter that the version of him I saw earlier was beautiful beyond belief. He’s just a sexy asshole. It’s this version of him who I want to fuck.
“What do you want me to say?” I ask in a small voice.
“I think you know.” There’s a weight to his words that tells me this is important.
I lick my lips and wiggle my ass from side to side, hoping to tempt him to fuck it. When he continues rubbing me, I say through clenched teeth, “Please, fuck my anus. Please, fuck me now.”
“Please what?”