Tentacle Entanglement Novels & Stories

Scarlett sluggishly walked down the halls of the Grayson floor. Her hair was tied up atop her head in a ponytail. She had on a silk black turtleneck shirt, a sleeveless shirt paired with high-waist, wide-legged grey pants with black pumps. She slowed down as she approached the art hanging on the opposite wall, the erotic art. She stopped in her tracks, the art was an oil painting of a man and a woman entangled in the sheets. Just like the first time she saw it, it struck her.

I sighed when I felt her tongue on my neck . I opened my eyes. I mentally gathered strength to try to push her away, but by the time our eyes met I got lost again and my body failed me. I slowly snuck my hands under her shirt and held her abs, I could feel them as I scattered my fingers all over her smooth perfect stomach. She was amazing.. God she felt amazing.

The creature floated there, waiting. I took in a shaky breath, watching those tentacles swaying back and forth, so fluid and graceful— “Ryan!” Matt had a deathtrap on my upper arm. I shook my head and stepped back. I tossed the rest of the food into the tub. The creature went into a frenzy, grabbing at things with its tentacles—with I noted had some sort of hooked prongs on their underside—then tossing them away to latch onto something else. It stopped with the hot dogs, devouring them savagely, almost gleefully. Matt pulled me into the hall and closed the door.

"It’s bigger than the mountain, Elara!" ​"Then we’ll be the heart, and it’ll be the hull! Reverse the gravity shroud! Wrap the shroud around the tentacles!" ​The mountain roared as the silver engine over-clocked. The violet-grey blur of the non-existence shroud didn't just cover the peak; it flowed down the tentacles and into the water, encasing the massive, bioluminescent beast in a bubble of stolen time. ​The Tenth Suture didn't dive. It ascended.

I was tied to a chair and a cloth was stuffed in my mouth, preventing me from making a sound. A man emerged from a corner, wearing a black mask on his face. He shifted the mask a bit to gulp down dry gin before walking towards me. The hair on my body rose and goosebumps stretched over my skin. I tried hard to move away from him, hoping the ground would open up and swallow me. He pulled the cloth off my mouth. “Are you Penelope Carter?” The dangerous looking man asked. “Yes,” I whimpered, nodding my head in fear. My lips trembled as I spoke.

My cheeks stung, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth; I started coughing up blood, and tears flowed down my face from so much pain. “How dare you, Ember?” Kelvin was shaking with rage this time; his eyes looked crazed, and his face contorted into a sick expression. He grabbed me by the neck and started squeezing very hard. I thrashed around wildly in an attempt to free myself, but he was too strong. My airways were completely cut off, and I saw death staring directly at my face. I began to feel dizzy with every passing second. I was growing weaker by the second; who knew I would go out like this? Sadly, with the way my life has been, I wasn't expecting much.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

Ancient, powerful, deliberately decoherent but still leaving traces. Selene. "Come back," River's voice, distant and sharp. "Kael, focus on my voice. Come back to your body. Don't follow the quantum threads." But Kael couldn't stop. The awareness kept expanding, showing her patterns layered through time, consciousness traces spanning centuries, quantum entanglement connecting living coordinators with echoes of the dead. She saw how it all fit together. Saw the network that had nearly formed during the Beijing Cascade living and dead coordinators entangled into collective consciousness. Saw how close they'd come to dissolving individual identity entirely.

i wanted to move but couldn’t. and just like that it’s gone. he leaves. and i go back to my desk, pretending nothing happened but i can feel him everywhere now, like he left part of himself behind in the air, in the hall, in the sound of footsteps going past. every time he moves, i notice. every time he breathes too close, i notice. it’s like a thread snagging, catching, not ripping but pulling, pulling until you’re frayed.

Because Nerites is breeding me again. His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse. Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.