A pair of tentacles shaped themselves to her heaving breasts, curling and cinching around her in a way she couldn’t dismiss. Anika went stock-still. Her breath caught. Her heart hammered. She couldn’t believe—

But then another pair of tentacles tugged the thin triangles of her skimpy top aside. Before she could so much as blink, the slim appendages coiled around her peaked nipples with an unmistakable pinch.

Anika gasped inside him. Feathery soft flesh pressed back against her open mouth, muffling but not smothering. Low in her stomach, a curious cord of tension drew taut.

His tentacles teased at her tight little nipples, plucking and pinching. Somehow he seemed to sense that this was an erogenous zone. Anika moaned at the onslaught, unsettled as she was. His pillowy insides reverberated at the sound. Whether this was because of her percussive moaning or his own inner stirring she couldn’t begin to fathom.

All Anika knew was that her breasts were in agony in his inhuman hold. He toyed with them, gripping and releasing, flicking and kneading. No doubt they were a fascinating novelty to a creature like him. But for Anika it was sheer torment, having her nipples so mercilessly chafed, her soft mounds bandied about and bruised.

When her moans turned keening, he seemed to get a clue. He stopped being so rough with her poor abused tits. But he didn’t stop fondling them, either. Instead, he fit a larger tentacle over them.

Her eyes widened when the underside of the tentacle split. Suction cups bloomed forth to fit over her tenderized nipples, drawing on them with such exquisite pressure that Anika’s head tossed back on a cry. Even against the water that surrounded them, she could feel how slick she was between the legs.

As if sensing where her arousal was steeping, more tentacles ventured lower down her body. They wedged her thighs apart when she tried to clamp them together, trying to preserve what tatters of modesty she still had left. But these defenses were just as flimsy as the little slip of fabric his probing tendrils pushed aside—exposing her wet, flinching pussy to the open sea.

Her thighs spasmed in his hold as she gave up trying to close them. She was terrified now in a raw and primal way. Utterly helpless to prevent this bonafied monster from having his way with her. She could feel his intent like a sizzle of electric current arcing between them, charging her to a fever pitch.

Her suspense broke abruptly, as his slender tentacles pushed her puffy outer lips apart and delved between them. Under his tentacle’s soft searching slide, her inner folds crushed delectably, torturously. With her thighs held spread, there was nothing she could do but moan and quiver beneath his explorative assault on her cleft. Back and forth his slim appendage roved over her, thorough and relentless. Getting a literal feel for what made her squirm the most.

Almost immediately, he lighted on the nub at the crest of her splayed sex. He flicked up at her swollen clit, shoving back on its little hood as brazenly as he’d flicked at her nipples—callous and experimental. Darkly curious.

In such a terribly sensitive spot, Anika’s reaction was explosive. She screamed and thrashed all over again, on the bleeding edge of coming. The questing tentacle paused. Perhaps wondering if he’d caused her pain, he stopped flicking at her clit and took to soothing over it instead.

But still Anika sobbed, teetering on the precipice. Her delicate nerve endings were hopelessly on fire. Her lower belly was boiling. Her pussy opened and closed like a mouth gasping in desperation.

Along another mysterious seam, his smooth tentacle split apart against her open sex. When a soft cup protruded and began sucking liplike on her inflamed little nub, Anika came with a shriek.

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Original Publication Date: 2/7/24

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