Rumble Tentacular Novels & Stories

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.

"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%..."

If the tentacled monstrosity they fought in Antarctica was a wolf, the entity rising before them now was a living, breathing Himalayan mountain range. It had no defined shape. Its main body seemed to be a horrific amalgamation of jagged, obsidian-like volcanic rock and twisted, bioluminescent purple carapace. Colossal tentacles, thick as skyscrapers, pierced the storm clouds, each lined with abyssal suckers that continuously vented high-pressure, radioactive steam.

The touch sent unexpected heat pooling low in her belly. She should be terrified. Instead she was getting wet. Lena reached out and touched one thicker tentacle. It felt alive, smooth muscle under velvet skin, pulsing faintly. The entity made a low, resonant sound that vibrated through the water and air both. It seemed to understand she wasn’t fighting. The tentacles grew bolder.

Destiny clung to me, her voice filled with terror, piercing the stillness of the moment. I let out a piercing scream, but instead of the expected sound, all that came out was a hoarse croak. My mouth felt obstructed, as if something was lodged in it, preventing any coherent sound from escaping. Panic surged through me, and I wildly flailed my arms, desperately trying to rid myself of whatever was holding me down. Horror washed over me as I realized that the tentacles were still firmly embedded in my skin, sending shivers of revulsion up my spine. In the midst of my terror, a disembodied voice floated towards me, attempting to calm me down. "Mr. Barrington, calm down. You're safe. Take a deep

These new tentacles are a great deal larger than the old ones, and the sharp spikes that cover the body of the tentacles give them an unpleasant appearance. Dylan's hands did not show the slightest sign of shaking as he continued to firmly grasp both swords in his possession. The feet gather speed and soar swiftly through the air; two shining swords flash, severing a few writhing tentacles. A large and nimble tentacle darted past, catching Dylan's feet and hurling him down to the ground with a lot of force. Lucas did not fit either. Dylan's flesh was ripped apart while the tentacle worked as quickly as it could because it had a mind of its own. It also clenched his ankles and pierced his lea

“There’s just one small problem I overheard from the human resource. After two years of working with us, the tentacle host we’ve been using has recently been diagnosed with erectile dysfunction. Perhaps we could look into hiring candidate #477? His calibration results are rather ideal. It would be a shame to kill him.” Hearing that their company was short-staffed again, Wanda sighed. She thanked Fiona, who left gracefully. Troubled, the CEO heavily considered Fiona’s suggestion. Tentacles were the primary lube producers in her company. Without them, they couldn’t sell premium lotions with special effects. Joe was more special if he could produce lube from his nipples. Host lube was harder to