Tentacle Demon Novels & Stories

With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millions of arthropods . " Its a deviuture alright !" hissed Ron through gritted teeth " The deviuture who resides in the court of Tenebris , one of the most horrible demon beasts , its body is hundred times tougher than that of tortortantula ! Each pieces of its tail contains lethal poison -"

However, he was halted instantly by the invisible barrier, which was powerful enough to force Alexander further away from home. He placed his palm on the surface as his power erupted, sending deep cracks across the ground. Alexander instantly shot off like a lightning ray and entered the home as the barrier that had been there vanished. “Isabella!” “Bella!!” Alexander screamed. He went up to Bella's room but found neither her nor any mess, indicating that Bella had not taken the stairs. His wrath erupted from his body, shattering everything in its path as he morphed into a demon with two large horns, his mouth releasing steam. Satan closed his eyes and called Lucifer and the Reaper to him.

My eyes widened and even all the estasy made it extremely hard to process a single thought I couldn't stop staring at him. He stood completely naked but what took my attention was his face, he looked extremely handsome, almost too perfect. However that wasn't enough to distract me from the tentacles surrounding him, still latching onto my swollen nipples, my clit, and even inside me. The demon turned to me, his voice low and mocking in my head. “Look at you, Sofia. Such a shy, innocent girl, and now you’re nothing but a dripping, tentacle-stuffed whore. Your friends are right outside the door, calling your name, and here you are moaning like a desperate slut for a monster.”

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.

At first, I'm confused as to what it is she is talking about, but it doesn't take me long to spot a large tentacle sticking out of the water, making its way towards where we stand with too much force. "Move!" Diving forward, I grab ahold of Fallon, knocking both of us out of the way in time for the tentacle to crash against the water and disappear. "That was close," I hiss as a wall of water slams into us, knocking us onto the shore. "Fuck." "Fineon," Fallon gasps, her eyes growing wide. Bracing myself, I slowly turn and watch the middle of the lake begin to bubble as a large creature with the head of a squid and the body of a serpent rises into the air along with its eight tentacles.

The tentacle's eyes were bloodshot again and expanded. Crack! Another two demons from the Hanchuan Devil Palace were smashed by the tentacles. Their flesh and blood were instantly absorbed and their souls were refined. Buzz! The eyeballs on the tentacles seemed to contain different magical powers. Even if the demons of the Hanchuan Devil Palace were powerful, they could not fight against the four hands with their fists. They had just used a magical power to resist, and there were hundreds of eyeballs on the tentacles that released a similar number of magical powers. There was no room for them to fight back.

“Rise. But stay low.” He rose to his knees only, head still lowered, eyes fixed on her feet. The air around her shimmered. From the small of her back, four sleek, muscular tentacles unfurled, ink-black, glossy, tipped with soft, sensitive suckers that pulsed with faint violet light. They were hers, extensions of her will, born of the ritual, thick and strong, glistening with a faint magical sheen. She smiled, slow, predatory. One tentacle coiled around his throat, not choking, just holding, tilting his head back so he had to look up at her. Another wrapped his wrists behind his back, binding them tight. The third and fourth slithered forward, curious, hungry.

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

Tethys seemed to savor the anguish that squeezed harder and harder at my chest, toying with me like a cat with a mouse. “There, there, no need to panic now,” the demon purred, tilting her host body’s head. “I see a will of steel there underneath, and I will now bend it to my own. Since you at least managed to make me promised not to kill her directly, I will enjoy the show before I get rid of her in another way.” My eyes widened in horror. I could not let this creature touch her. “You cannot have her, over my dead body!” I screamed back, my voice cracking with utter desperation.