Tentacle Cock Sleeve Novels & Stories

“You want me to do what now?” Alex stared at the oversized strap-on with a mix of surprise and amusement. The harness was familiar territory for them, but the massive, deep crimson canine cock attached to it was new. Even more unexpected was the long tube and syringe setup filled with thick, warm, cum-like lubricant that looked far too realistic. Riley knelt on the thick rug in front of the stone fireplace, hands clasped together, eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Alex… just this once.”

"You think that insignificant action of yours can hurt me? Ha ha ha ha ha!" Lucas gave a warm embrace to the two severed tentacles while tilting his head back and giggling maniacally. In less than a second after that, Lucas's body suddenly sprouted several large tentacles, covering the tentacles that had just been cut. 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.

“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

The Terra Hella knights exclaimed in fright. The ground continued to quake. We began squatting on the ground to prevent from falling. "The beast must have been awakened!" another Terra Hella knight shouted. The quake stopped. We looked at one another, moments later we are leaping into any direction just to escape something that strikes us from everywhere. It has a charcoal-colored surface and looks like an octopus tentacle. "Uh," one Terra Hella knight cried out when a sharp point of the tentacle stabbed between his ribcage and penetrated his back. Blood gushed out of his body and mouth.

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—”

"Soul Shattering Slash!" The evil cultivator swung his longswords, which had two four-meter slender tentacles on both sides of its hilt. The tentacles kept moving like a golden snake dancing wildly. It was covered with highly poisonous dense barbs, and once touched, not only would the barbs tear off a piece of flesh, but the person would also be poisoned, and the flesh would rot. "Get out of my way!"

By, Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Inside a room, Rexton could be seen laying on the bed with tubes connected to him as the machine beeped slowly at intervals.

Her hands were shaking as she gently lifted the fabric up and exposed her niece's massive cock. The aunt gasped as she saw it. Kendal had clearly not been exaggerating. Coiled against the girl's body was a massive cock. Aynsley was very surprised by its obvious soft texture and uniform pink color. Aynsley wanted the cock so bad. She loved the way A-class cock's looked when they were limp. She had always wanted to suck off an impotent A-class Hish, just to feel the thick, soft flesh enter into her mouth and feel the cum shoot out of it like a fire hose into her throat.

"I need you inside me. I need you to fuck the sin out of me." A dark smile crossed his face. He stood up. The front of his cassock tented out where his cock strained against the fabric. He unbuttoned the long black robe slowly letting it fall open. Underneath he wore only simple black pants. No shirt. His chest was broad and covered with dark hair. Strong from years of work. He pushed the pants down. His cock sprang free. Thick and long with a slight upward curve. The head was dark and already leaking. It looked heavy. Powerful.