Tentacle Entanglement の小説・ストーリー

Derren replied. “Okay, I guess that's what we'll have to find out,” Maria said. She raised the two tentacles upwards, then flung them downwards, creating a wave that moved from her side of the tentacles all the way to Greta's side. The ground where the tentacles grew out shook rigorously until the metal completely disconnected from the ground. Greta staggered backwards until she was able to regain her stamina, and Maria threw the large tentacles aside. “You fool, all I have to do is grow more dragon tails, and those two will be reconnected to the rest,” Greta yelled from where she stood.

he groans before taking the left one in his mouth and the right one in his hand where he played with his index finger and them by twirling and pinching on it and bit on my nipple at the same time and I yelped then moaned in pleasure as it traveled down to my core. I was so lost in pleasure that I didn't realize when he ripped my panties off and entered me in one single thrust and took me on a pleasurable ride until we both orgasmed in one another's arms, came screaming one another's name while he filled my womb with his warm seed. The pleasure I got from him was mind-blowing and so out of the world that I just wanted to keep going on but our drunken bodies were too tired to do another round.

“It was just like I said. We’ll bond, but it’s a gradual process until we’re completely welded to each other and we’ll get stronger in the process. Right now, we can feel each other’s emotions.” She was right. I could feel Nessa’s emotions. I could feel her before, but that was nothing compared to the emotional connection between us right now. It was as though her emotions leaked into me through a small gap, but now, the floodgate was opened. I could feel her joy, laughter, apprehension and doubts. “I feel everything,” I gasped. “Be careful,” Nessa cautioned and closed off the emotional connection between us, “don’t feel everything at once. You’ll hurt yourself.”

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.

The tentacles paused a bit as if stunned but then the monster whose features seemed to have been obscured all the while finally cleared up, the undistinguishable female’s face was still blurry but the feeling of rage it portrayed wasn’t. A vicious female voice was heard dipped in unconcealed rage as it declared…. or rather, tried to. “He is not my… AH!!!!!!!” Melissa screamed as tens and hundreds and thousands of flowers suddenly flourished from her entire tentacles, white, yellow, purple, pink, red, gold, every single color seen and ones only ever imagined. More and more they came out, their petals dyed with the color of red, their petals shaded with the beautiful color of blood, each one o

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.

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.

Tricia sat by the window, her posture relaxed at first glance, though the stillness in her body was not ease, but awareness, a quiet attentiveness to something she could not see, could not hear, but could feel in a way that defied explanation. Her hand rested against her abdomen again, more firmly now, her fingers splayed slightly as though trying to cover more space, to hold onto something that felt both fragile and immense at the same time. Twins. Even now, the word felt unreal. Not in the sense that she doubted it. But in the sense that she had not yet fully stepped into what it meant. Two lives. Two heartbeats. Two futures. And yet, there was something else. Something that did not fit n

"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.