Rumble Tentacular Novels & Stories

A thick tentacle immediately replaces his cock, stretching me open, keeping me ready. Another tentacle longer, smoother, bulbous at the tip slides up my thigh, glowing brighter with every inch. “First one,” he murmurs, voice in my mind and my ears. “Breathe for me.” The tip presses against my entrance, then pushes. It’s huge, bigger than an egg should be, smooth and warm and glowing electric blue. I scream as it stretches me open, sliding past my lips, filling my cunt inch by impossible inch. “Fuck—Nerites—too big—”

The creature let out a sound that resonated through her bones—a grinding rumble, like pebbles rolling against glass. She saw Jeric freeze. The slick slap of his webbed feet halted, his tentacles curling inward. He lowered his center, head tilting as though to assess this new threat. Then he gave a low, burbling growl, air bubbling in his throat like something speaking through water. The mantis moved first. With a flash, one forelimb snapped forward, the motion so fast the air cracked like a whip. The claw didn’t just strike. It collapsed a bubble of pressure with a sharp pop, sending a shockwave rippling through the air.

Everything else writhed: serrated tentacles lined with reversed barbs, wings that were wings only as jokes about wings—leathery, bent, folded in ways joints shouldn’t go, thrumming in the water like a heart with too many beats. The thing growled and the growl didn’t move through air; it vibrated her. Her ribs sang with it. Her teeth hurt. Jasmine’s brain went very calm for a sliver of a second and pulled a single thought from a deck of bad ones: Not funny, Nathan.

said Virando with his quite relaxed fashion. General Randy Noah Ximas emitted his red orpiment power again. The red orpiment turned to quite lots and lots of tentacles from his body. He was seen like a giant octopus right now, with his tentacles whirling here and there so swiftly and capably. Virando had to jump here and there, had to hop leftwards and rightwards, and even had to fling himself forwards and backwards, in order to avoid all those swift as well as hazardous tentacles.

Philip frowned and finally understood why the first level excluded all the people below the fourth zone. The second type of creature from the other shore they just encountered had already reached the strength of the fifth zone! In an instant, a huge battle broke out here! These tentacles had terrifying stings just like giant centipedes! Philip jumped into the air and punched one of the tentacles! Boom! The flaming fist collided with the huge tentacle and a terrifying pressure exploded! The next moment, the tentacles shattered into pieces and turned into ashes! Fennel and the others also cut off several tentacles!

I whispered, trembling with fear and overwhelming arousal. A third tentacle, even thicker, rose between my legs and pressed against my dripping entrance. It rubbed up and down my slit, coating itself in my juices, teasing my swollen clit. “Please…” I begged, lifting my hips. “Fuck me.” The tentacle pushed inside me in one smooth, powerful thrust. I cried out as it stretched me wide, the ridges dragging along my sensitive walls. It was bigger than any toy, pulsing and alive inside me. Another tentacle pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly and it slid in, fucking my throat with slow, deep strokes. The taste was sweet and musky, slightly salty. I sucked it hungrily, moaning around

One of them is also playing with her anus that nobody has ever touched before. God, Kael did things to her that she only heard and read from books. She never thought she'd suck a tentacle like it was the last thing to do. She never thought she'd be screaming her lungs out when one of his thick tentacles finally penetrated her, stretching her walls to the limit, reaching the deepest part of her.

As for Zi'haand watching as Brandurak beat as if it were chiming and so amidst a vibration that cracked the walls, in which his screams that resonated with the pleasure he received like music to his ears and a cry from his growls to be heard forever and for the whole universe. So, when he battled with the mouths of tentacles when Zi'haand came in front of him kissing him with his tentacles in his mouth and then releasing him, in which he felt those tentacles inside his hole and the penis like something and vibrating together to sounds and psychic waves and radio waves and so on.

Tilla could only describe the monster as having very many tentacles and even more teeth as she did her upmost to avoid all of them. Climbing multiple steps of the narrow staircase at a time, Tilla could feel the dank currents of air that were stirred up by the broad tentacles that crashed down behind her and the gnashing of teeth down within the crevice below her as she hastily clambered over each step. Not looking back as the grotesque squelch of the tendrils that attempted to ensnare her as they dropped down onto the stair behind her, Tilla was relieved to observe that her frantic progress brought her to the outline of a doorway.

She reached the top, with him just standing there with a blank expression on his face, and when she saw what had gotten him so spooked, the same expression came over her face. "Oh my gosh . . . It's a sand storm," she said. "No . . . It's not." "What?" Loque Bella took a closer look and that was when she saw something that the coldest shiver down her spine. There was sand being lifted off the ground like in a sand storm but there was something moving about in the thick clouds of sand. Tentacles. White tentacles like those of an octopus but giant and diving in and out of the sand like a pod dolphins does in the ocean. "Oh my goodness there's something in there."