Tentacle Entanglement Novels & Stories

She touched his chest with her other hand, her look very seductive. "Come on Dennis, I can see the desire in your eyes" she whispered, glanced at her open cleavage and back at him. Knowing that she was trying to tempt him, Dennis let go of her grip, "You are getting everything wrong Bella, I am only nice to you because it is my nature and we are both workers of Miss Johnson". With the seductive grin on her face, Bella couldn't believe that Dennis could let go of her grip, no man has ever done it to her but she won't give up.

Maybe if Klaire had a better judge of character then she would be different today. After looking for a while, he picked out a necklace that looked like it would be good for her. It was gold and had a baby pink shell at the end. It was not bold and could come off as classy with the right outfit. He hoped she would like it. For the rest of the day, Klaire was too wrapped up in her necklace to pay him any mind and it wasn’t like he minded one bit. He took that time to think to himself about everything he had done with her and he was constantly dragged back to the night they had sex. Not only was it the best sex he had ever had, but it was also the least annoying too. After listening to Klaire’s

I want to feel him one last time. My dress leaves my body and my eyes flutter shut as his fingers trail down to my bottom lip, igniting a fire in their wake. My lips part and my eyes, which are now open, lock with his as he slowly slides his index finger into my mouth. The action turns my breath ragged, and I feel myself clench down below as I pool again in my panties.

Hard. Before I would change my mind, I gave into my desires…stepping forwards and planting my lips on hers. Her taste burst all over my mouth like the seeetest flavor, filling my senses. I wanted more. I inclined my head to the side, gripping her now naked shoulders firmly, as I pulled her even closer to me. Elena whimpered, lifting her hands and grabbing into the lapels of my robe. Fuck. She was so intoxicating, like a drug that I wanted to be addicted to forever.

She tangled her hands in my hair, fingers combing through, pulling just enough to sting sweetly as pleasure rolled through her in waves. I want her to shatter. Want to drink her in like a man dying of thirst. I slung her left leg over my shoulder, angling her just right for deeper access. I flicked my tongue over her clit again, teasing, drawing it out. Her body shook, another moan ripping free. "How do you feel?" I asked, pausing just long enough to watch her face. "I don't know," tears slipped down her cheeks, streaking her flushed skin. "But it feels like nothing I've ever felt before."

I feel full already. The clit-sucking tentacle keeps going. It pulses now. Suck, release, suck harder. My clit throbs in its mouth. Waves of heat build in my belly. The ass tentacle thrusts deeper. It bottoms out. Then pulls back half way. Pushes in again. Slow rhythm. In and out. A third tentacle approaches my pussy. It's the thickest yet. The tip flares wide. It rubs my entrance. Slime drips inside. It presses forward. My walls stretch around it.

A tentacle wrapped around her clit and sucked gently while the others thrust in rhythm. She lost count of how many times she came. Her body was slick with sweat and the entity’s natural lubrication, glowing faintly where it touched her. Finally, when she was a trembling, oversensitive mess, the tentacles slowed. They stayed inside her, pulsing gently, but the movements turned soothing. One large tentacle cradled the back of her head, another stroked her hair. The eyes watched her with something like affection. Lena reached out, touching the main body where the tentacles met. It was warm, slightly yielding. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

Was that really who I was supposed to become? “Hey.” Maria touched my shoulder. “I know this is overwhelming. But I'm going to teach you some techniques to manage the emotional overflow from the bond, okay?” For the next twenty minutes, Maria walked me through breathing exercises and mental barriers. How to create walls in my mind that would keep Christian's emotions from completely drowning out my own. “The bond will keep intensifying for the next several weeks,” she warned. “It peaks during the full moon. That's when you and Christian will need to complete the mating ritual.”

His eyes darken and nodded his yes. “You’re going to make me come so fast, baby. I’m so fucking hard already.” He whispered hoarsely when I crawled on top of him. I took his hands, put them above his head, and tied them with my silk scarf while I hovered above him, my bra covered breasts teased his face. I could hear him groaning, then I took it further as I spread my knees on his sides, carefully not to touch his bruised stomach. He moaned my name while he wriggled his wrist as if he was testing my binds.

Here, the walls seem to press closer, paintings lit in warm pools of amber light, their subjects watching us with timeless eyes. Renzo pauses beside a sculpture—marble, delicately carved into the form of a woman caught mid-turn, her expression lifted with eternal grace. He studies it for a moment, then leans near enough that his breath brushes the shell of my ear. “She reminds me of you,” he whispers. “Untouchable. Perfect. And yet…I touch.” His hand settles firmly against my lower back, his thumb brushing lower, the promise of danger in his restraint.