Tentacle Entanglement Novels & Stories

“It’s not possible. He was just grasping at straws. And was clearly not in his right mind… we both weren’t.” The lower half of her body felt sore and ached, there were marks on her hips, that were clearly from his fingers and she had hickeys on her collarbone and breasts, but there were none on her neck and that was a relief. But then there was the biggest worry of them all, and at the thought, her stomach flipped. Did anyone know?

I attempt to say that, but he says, Fuck them, and captures my lips again. My arms move of their own accord, pulling closer before my lips find him, even though I shouldn’t since he’s clearly not thinking straight. What if someone walks in here? But his lips find the sweet spot on my neck and instead of reason, moans come out as the room fills with electric energy, the world fading away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of our connection as I fumble with his shorts while he does the same with my swimwear.

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.

Before turning around and breaking into a sprint, he sprinted right before dipping back to the left. Unfortunately, it was the wrong move. As soon as he turned his back on the woman, something snatched his blade arm from underneath him. His elbow was encircled by a sticky tentacle that reached all the way to his wrist. It was soft and pliable, so even when it squeezed firmly, his leg was spared. Despite this, the hold it had on him was firm, and his feet were on the verge of slipping out from under him. He fought the tentacle with one hand while reaching for his knife with the other. His hands were now immobilized as a second tendril snagged them.

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.”

The sensation was doubled by thousands with the blindfold and my back arched with the need for more. Oh my god! “Answer me, love,” He asked again as he moved to lick and suck my other nipple. “Yes...yes...Nikolai baby, please...” I blabbered, whimpering, under his kisses. My senses were heightened. I could feel myself getting anxious from the loss and eyesight and the restriction to my wrists. I was a needy mess. I felt so wet when he eventually slid his fingers under my panties. Finally! “Now, I’m going to let you pick the name for this toy, but I’m suggesting my name since I’m going to be the one that’s controlling it. Yes, it syncs to my phone, Princess. Now let’s see how you like it.”