It was like being shoved over the edge of a cliff, this sensation of pleasured freefall. It was startling, frightening—exhilarating. It was the most violent, shattering orgasm of Anika’s life. She wasn’t sure whether she loved it or hated it. She only knew that she’d never felt anything so blissfully overwhelming before. So sheer and staggering in its sweep.
Her sex life had never been exactly thrilling. She’d just assumed her choice of partners had been lackluster. But if fucking a horny sea monster was what it took for her to go off like a rocket, she didn’t know what that said about her.
Dazed and breathless, she experienced yet another shock when she felt one of his tentacles snaking into her slit. She’d thought those tentacles were slender until she felt the way he was assaulting her sensitive periphery, swelling as he breached her.
Just on entering her, he stretched her wide. Anika’s heart leapt into her throat. But what could she do? Nothing, except to hang there and take it.
Her walls gave a shiver as the tentacle wormed its way in, forcing her tight channel to yield to his relentless advance. Anika winced. It’d been awhile since she’d had a cock inside her, and this engorged alien tentacle was bigger than any she’d taken before.
As slick as she was, it was slow going. The peristaltic appendage rippled in her as it went, making her grind her teeth and groan—particularly when it surged against a particular spot along her quivering walls.
Inside his body cavity, her head felt dangerously light. It was as if all the blood in her body were rushing headlong to the cunt he was plundering. Stuck in helpless limbo, Anika could only hyper-fixate on his tentacle’s plunging course within her. When he prodded at the pliant limit of her womb, she briefly saw stars.
Her walls spasmed, clenching around that invading appendage. She thought she might come again, right then and there. But the sensation of another, simultaneous invasion tore her attention away.
Between her prone cheeks, she felt another tentacle probing. On reflex, she tried to shy away. But of course it was pointless. Her tight, crinkled entrance was all that was preventing him from penetrating her rear channel as readily as her front.
Though her clenched little pucker seemed to be giving him some difficulty, the tentacle’s mere prodding was making Anika’s insides knot up in a way she’d never felt before. Anal sex had never remotely been on her radar. Just the idea had made her squeamish.
Even though the jolts of sordid arousal she felt with each questing prod had her reconsidering, she still felt like an anxious virgin all over again at the prospect.
But he didn’t give her much time to fret over it. Secreting some fluid that made his tentacle as slick as her cunt, he forged inside her pursed little ring. His soft insides dampened her haggard cries.
His tentacle wriggled, thrust. Anika moaned like an overwrought whore, resigned to her violation. It was a feeling of visceral invasion that intensified when he met a point of resistance deeper inside her.
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Original Publication Date: 2/14/24
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