Anika shakily breathed, thinking he’d go no farther. Buried a few inches in her flinching ass, his tentacle lay quite still and tame, though the one seated in her pussy was anything but.
Rhythmically and strangely, this front tentacle surged. It didn’t pull out and push into her like a man would. Rather, the tentacle seemed to thrust into her from within its own self—a firm fluid core pistoning away inside a supple outer sheath. Deep inside her, Anika gushed from the series of inner pulses the tentacle sent rippling through her pinioned cunt.
Her nipples and clit throbbed hungrily as the suction he was applying to them subtly ratcheted up. So consumed by this sucking sensation, she didn’t even notice her sphincter had relaxed until the tentacle in her ass pushed past it, hungrily advancing along the open path through her rear.
In this back channel he gored into her far deeper than he could in her cunt. She’d thought her pussy mouth was choked to bursting until she felt the length and girth her ass was taking. It seemed too much to be allowed. But somehow, dizzyingly, her body kept yielding to him.
With no recourse but to let him, Anika felt herself growing sublimely lax to it all—the sucking and squeezing and double-penetration. The bondage itself, even. It wasn’t something she’d have ever let a man do to her. But this wasn’t a man. This was a monster she’d thought was hell-bent on devouring her—and she supposed he still was, in a way she never would’ve expected.
Because there was nothing she could do, she let herself go limp to it. She even started to take a real, guttering pleasure in it—the way he was reaming her out, back and front. She’d never felt so full before in her life. She’d never thought that she could even feel so full.
She wouldn’t have imagined she could feel any more stuffed than this—until she felt another slickened tentacle wedging its way into her taut pussy-hole.
Anika gasped, wishing she could give herself a nice hard pinch. The stretching on her sex mouth seemed too overwhelming to be real. She thought there was a good chance she’d pass out from hyperventilating. Before she might’ve welcomed this sort of release, but now she didn’t. So she pinched herself mentally to keep it together. If she fainted and missed out on the cataclysmic orgasm brewing in her, she’d never forgive herself.
Once-in-a-lifetime, she reminded herself savagely.
Against all odds, the tentacle forged slowly but steadily into her maxed-out pussy. Together with its twin, they thrust in mind-blowing tandem, rocking her womb with waves of pleasure that were utterly inhuman. Combined with the tentacles ravishing her ass and sucking on her clit and nipples, Anika was out of her mind with stimulation. All she wished was that she was free to bear down on him and fuck him back.
But she’d take what she could get.
“Yes—YES—fuck me harder, you fucking monster!” she yelled into him. “Wear me out, fill me up!”
As if on cue, the tentacles in her swelled, pushing on her overburdened walls to the point she feared he might split her in two. But she was frankly beyond caring. Though she couldn’t fuck him back, her thighs tensed and quaked. Her abdominal muscles went tight as a drum.
Seeming to sense this mounting tension in her—seeming to delight in her lusty response to his engorgement—he sucked her up that much farther into his body cavity, thrusting her into him by the shoulders as if he were using her whole upper half as an instrument to fuck himself. It was this wicked alien image which sent her hurtling over the edge at last.
Anika screamed out mutely when her pleasure overtook her. An instant later, the tentacles inside her burst open at the end, flooding both her channels with a deluge of thick, hot, monstrous cum.
He continued to fuck her as she spasmed on him, dually impaled. She felt his tentacles’ slick, softening lengths chumming her depths, coating her from wall to wall. Claiming her more thoroughly than she’d ever dreamed she could be claimed.
Boneless, she slid from him as he finally released her back into the sea. She didn’t have the strength or the sense to make for the surface on her own. He had to push her up so she could breathe. Sprawled across the smooth expanse of his body, she lay naked and dripping to the warm night air.
He ferried her back to the shallows. He stopped there and tipped her from him. She slid off into the gently lapping waves below. Propping herself up on her elbows at the shoreline, Anika watched after his glowing form long after he’d faded from view, as entranced by the specter of him as she’d been from the start.
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Original Publication Date: 2/21/24
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