“I don’t know your name?”
“What am I to you?”
The answer is on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself from calling him a monster. Nothing about his personality is monstrous. He seems kind and maybe a little vulnerable that I won’t accept him, but he’s always been respectful and never overstepped my boundaries. He chose me out of millions of human women to be his.
“I’m your mate,” I say.
He makes a pleased rumble that skitters across my skin and concentrates in my pussy.
It clenches, needing the tentacle.
“Please, my mate,” I say in a much clearer voice. “I need you to fuck me in the ass with one of your tentacles while fucking my pussy with another. Please, I am begging for your huge tentacles.”
“Very good,” he says, sounding breathy. “It pleases me to know you’re so eager for my touch.”
“I am.” I turn around and give him a desperate nod.
Without another word, he slides the slippery tentacle into my asshole, spreading the flesh as it tightens around him.
Every inch of my back passage tingles with his strange lubrication—even more than my pussy did.
“Why does that feel so much better than I expected?” I ask.
“We’re relying on my lubrication, not yours.” The tentacles around my clit sprout thicker tendrils that stroke the bundle of nerves with a deeper intensity.
My mouth opens in a silent scream.
The monster gets about six inches inside my ass before reaching a tiny bit of resistance. He pauses for a moment, letting me adjust, and then slowly pulls out.
“Why didn’t you go any deeper?”
“Because then you might feel too full.”
I raise my head. “What do you—”
A second tentacle enters my pussy, but it’s a little thicker, filling me so deeply, I’m sure I feel him in my stomach. My eyes grow wide. “Oh!”
“Double penetration,” the monster growls. “And you’re taking it so well.”
He shoves the larger tentacle up toward my cervix, making stars burst behind my eyes. Just as I’m recovering from that one, the second slithers back into my asshole. I rock back and forth, trying to increase the friction. This is great, but I need something extra.
“You told me there would be multiple penetration,” I say through rasping breaths.
“Want more?” the monster asks.
“Please,” I reply, my voice trembling. “Give it to me.”
I expect him to thicken one or both of the tentacles or maybe infuse them with bigger bumps. Instead, a third tentacle slips into my pussy, opening me wider. The muscles of my sex ripple and clench around the two appendages, spreading my body with shockwaves.
Double vaginal penetration is nothing I’d ever imagined and more than I’ve ever taken in my lifetime, yet it somehow feels perfect.
He twists the two tentacles inside me like wrestling snakes. I feel their alternating textures along my walls, writhing within me even as I pulse. All the while, the tentacle in my asshole moves faster like it’s trying to match my heartbeat.
“Aaaah.” I throw my head back. “That feels amazing.”
My words encourage the monster to go harder, deeper, faster, until the sensations build up again. This time, pleasure coils around my pussy, taking on the twisty form of the entwined tentacles. The sensations become so intense that I have to squeeze my eyes shut, and I’m breathing so hard through my mouth that my throat dries.
The sucker at my clit pulls and strokes. The tentacles on my nipples tease them mercilessly, with pinches and flicks and a rolling motion that makes my toes curl. When the one in my ass expands an extra half-inch, the pleasure explodes through my insides and forces out a lusty scream.