Tentacle Cock Sleeve Novels & Stories

I can make out a pink flower's petal showing from under the right sleeve and what looks a lot like a dragon tail on the left one. "Are you ready?"

The other pair of the Veyari's hands moved up my ribs The jumpsuit was down my arms, trapped at my elbows. I was half-naked already. That was when I felt it. Something brushed the inside of my thigh. It wasn't one of their arms. It was thicker than a finger glowing blue. Then I realised what it was : a tentacle emerging from the base of what I refused to look at between his legs. It trailed slowly up my skin leaving a weird fluid all over . The scent hit me first : vanilla and black coffee,it reminded me of earth in a comforting way Then I felt heat emerge from my lower belly

“Good. You’ll feel every breeze. Every shift of your thighs. You’ll remember who owns that hole even when I’m not touching it.” I swallow hard. “Stockings next.” I roll them out. They’re long,up to mid-thigh, with a wide lace band at the top. “And the pouch.” I open it. Inside: a slim black plug. Stainless steel, flared base, a small red jewel at the end. “For later,” he says. “You’ll wear it under the panties. Keep you stretched. Keep you thinking about what’s coming.” My cock twitches against my zipper. “Dress for me now,” he orders. “Slowly. Describe every piece as you put it on.”

Another tentacle slid under my tank top completely, the slick surface gliding over my ribs before wrapping around me from the inside, lifting the shirt over my head in one smooth pull. It dropped the fabric behind me like it didn’t matter. “Give that back.” No. The coil around my wrist pulled again, angling me toward the glowing eyes. My bare chest prickled in the cold attic air. One tentacle hovered just above my nipple, close enough that the heat from my body misted against it. I froze. “Don’t you dare—” It touched.

“I will as long as you get more shirts like that. Your breasts look positively fucking delicious.” There was something that I needed to give her before we headed out. Jackson gave it to me yesterday because it was finally ready. I needed her to have it today for my own peace of mind. I grabbed it from my duffle and brought the pouch back over to her. I pulled the cuff from the pouch and attached it to her wrist. The cuff itself was made from black zirconium which made it nearly indestructible. It was spelled just like her ring on the off chance that she would need to shift with it on. There was another black stone in the center which had a translucent shimmer on the top of it.

"They are in the hall, Alpha. But they seem to be in shock just like us. Though I didn't ask them about the shake." Grunting softly, my eyes pulled down to my crotch that seemed so empty. "Get me my cock sleeve. I shouldn't give them any impression that my cock is in the fucking freezer." "Yes, Alpha." As Frat scavenged for my cock sleeve, which I thought I wouldn't be needing because it was specifically produced for fun, my eyes squeezed shut for a moment, thinking how that area was as flat as a woman's pussy. Like the fucking hell!

With a full force, he took off his boxers releasing his uncut and extremely big cock. My jaw dropped, not literally. His eyes locked with mine, noticing my amazement, he stroked his cock in a seductive way. He slowly unbuttoned his white sleeves and threw it on the floor and unknotted the tie that sat neatly on his neck. His bare chest was exposed to the cold evening hair. I couldn't help but stare and drooling—not literally—over his seductive abs.

A curved glass rod. What in the heavens are these for? Unease danced beneath my skin to a foreboding tune. I swallowed hard as my gaze landed on the biggest one in the lineup. A towering, veined silicone cock, almost monstrous in size. Thick. Veined. Heavy. Lifelike. My breath hitched. My fingers twitched at my sides. Against my better judgment, I reached out, picking it up with my tentative, unsteady hands. It was detailed down to the last ridged vein. The blushed tip, the firm base, even the way the material felt just slightly warm to the touch when I hesitantly lifted it.

“It’s not a bracelet sweety, I mean it could be called that, I guess you’re right, it IS a bracelet.” “Okay?” “Yeah, but this one doesn’t go around the wrist.” She wriggled her eyebrows. “It’s a cock ring.” “A what ring?” “A cock ring. You slide this one down the shaft and it basically squeezes it. Damien LOVES the sensa-“ “Nope, absolutely not! That’s enough information, you’ve gotten what you wanted, let’s go.”

It sat ridiculously high, the hem brushing the underside of his balls. The panties went on next—lace stretched obscenely around the thick base of his shaft, the front already soaked through and tented like a circus tent. But the collar stayed on, silver ring glinting. I attached a thin leather leash to it and gave it a sharp tug, forcing him to his knees again. “Deepthroat practice first,” I said, grabbing the biggest dildo we’d used earlier. “You’re going to learn to take cock like a good little slave" I said with a smirk "Open.”