Rumble Tentacular Novels & Stories

one blonde girl whimpered, crawling forward on her hands and knees, ass raised invitingly. Emily grinned and obliged. She grew two more tentacles from her body, these ones tipped with thick, bulbous heads designed for maximum stretch. One plunged into the blonde’s pussy while the other claimed her ass, double-penetrating her brutally while Emily used her futa cock to fuck another girl’s tits, sliding the massive shaft between her soft, soapy breasts. The entire rival squad was breaking.

A crimson beam suddenly shot up into the sky, casting a red glow over the hundred-meter-high monument. Following this, several more huge tentacles emerged from Lenny. Each tentacle was thicker and longer than the last, one of them stabbing straight toward the monument. The surface of these tentacles was covered with incredibly tough scales, and they pierced through the monument made of concrete, sending debris flying everywhere. Already in chaos, the people were further frightened by this sight and began screaming hysterically.

The ground cracked and burst, as if a coal-black fissure appeared in the earth. It was seething with heat, and people bolted away, knocking each other down and stomping on their neighbors. And then, from the crack, it crawled out: a long tentacle, dark red—the color of caked blood, with suction cups and barbs. And the worst thing was that it wasn’t alone. A real avalanche of tentacles erupted from the fissure. They were crippling everyone in their way, grabbing them, pulling them down...

The tentacles only tighten to a bruising pressure as Murry struggled. Swiping the white ooze off the wall, Keltrix began to make soapy suds and slick them all over Murry's body. The damn tentacles went everywhere. Murry's cheeks began to heat up when they slid between his legs to glide against his balls and over his cock. Kel caressed between Murry's ass cheeks and up his back.

Not a growl, not a word—more like the creak of a ship’s hull deep underwater. “I think there’s been a mistake,” I said quickly, forcing a laugh. “I was looking for someone else.” Something long and sinuous unfurled from the darkness behind it. A tentacle—thick as my wrist, tapering to a point—slid across the floor, leaving a wet smear. “Oh, no.” The tentacle paused just at the edge of the chalk circle. “You can’t cross this,” I said, voice sharper. “The circle—” It moved.

“More or less. Mostly more. The tentacles don’t just come out of faces, they come out of everything.” “Ah wouldn’t like that,” said Flossie. “You should have told us,” said Claire, shuddering. “So we’d be better prepared.” “I don’t think it would have made a difference. And these tentacles don’t seem to have anything to do with the ones I see. Just a weird coincidence.” I wasn’t sure if it was just that, but we didn’t have time to start speculating about it. So, of course, the speculation began. “They looked a bit like illithids,” said Maurice, drawing blank looks from the others. “You know, mind flayers.” Still blank looks.

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

mene, mene tekel, upharsin Close to screaming, Gavin looked over his shoulder at the thing, the tentacle wrapped around his ankle. A vision borne of nightmares, it throbbed and writhed with a muscular pulse. A dark, mottled green-brown, its hide bristled with thousands of tiny hairs, and as the tentacle tightened around his ankle, those hairs unbelievably pierced his pants and dug into his skin. And at the tentacle’s end, he saw curved hulks defying description, lined with rows of mad, glittering alien eyes. Its form continuously shifted as tentacles coiled and writhed above It in a serpentine halo.

It was feeding on the ambient Qi of the Dragon's Cradle. Suddenly, the milky eye contracted. The ocean around them boiled. Hundreds of massive, whip-like tentacles, each thicker than a redwood tree and covered in razor-sharp, glowing blue suckers, shot out from the darkness, wrapping around the drop-pod. GROAN. The ultra-dense star-metal of the hull shrieked under the impossible crushing pressure of the tentacles. "Hull integrity dropping!" the automated voice chimed. "70%... 50%..."