Tentacle Novels & Stories

She nibbled on her lower lip as her tormentor tormented her sensitive areolas. Her core turned more wet with his every touch on her skin. After getting done ruining her bosoms, he proceeded more down while kissing every inch of her naked skin. He circled his tongue over her belly button, making her swallow hard until she felt him kissing her lower abdomen and then the most forbidden part of her body.

She raised her hand, murmuring a few words under her breath, and the magical bubble flickered before disappearing completely. The moment the barrier vanished, Keilah bolted forward with a speed that left me momentarily stunned. She sprinted straight to a nearby tree, wrapping her arms around its thick trunk as if it were her lifeline. Her fingers dug into the bark, and with a determined grunt, she bent down, straining to pull it up by its roots.

The huge tentacle fell and sank into the sea. However, the other tentacles whipped towards Charlie when he made that attack. Charlie was depleted of spiritual energy when he severed one of the tentacles, so he was not as agile either. He barely dodged six tentacles, but he was whipped by one of them. The tentacle was more than ten meters wide and more than a hundred meters long. It whipped on Charlie with terrifying spiritual energy. He suffered severe damage even though he was a Super Sanctuary.

Whatever this giant tentacle is attached to, it's clearly not from pack. The suction cups spread across the window, and then the tentacle jerked towards itself. The window buckled, but held. A monstrous tentacle pulled its suckers down the windowpane, and the shrill screeching made me cover my ears with my hands. The ocean churned. Something huge was displacing the water. Holding my breath, I slowly walked out, trying not to draw his attention. I walked around the bar and grabbed my phone. There was no beep. I wasn't sure what was in the ocean, but I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with

Bantering back-and-forth to who could dominate the other. Scent and pheromones, certainly aided in my besting of countless women. But this one, this one with emerald green eyes and cherry wine hair, I had to admit had me beat. Exiting from my vehicle, admiring the grounds I had so greatly become accustomed to, I saw something out of place. Or rather someone out of place. A woman.

The tentacle between my legs pressed harder on my clit. It rubbed in circles. My pussy was completely soaked. Another thin tentacle pushed against my mouth,forcing me to open my lips. It slid right in and as I sucked the sweet slime off it. My whole body got hotter. The tentacles pulled my arms over my head. I was spread wide on the floor Tits out, legs open, mouth full ,with my fucking pussy dripping. The big tentacle at my pussy stopped rubbing my clit. Its thick tip pressed right against my hole. And as it pushed in, I groaned around the

Caleb roared into the comms. His silver-gold tattoos flared so brightly they illuminated the pitch-black trench. He caught the tentacle with his bare, armored hands. The sheer physical momentum of the beast should have crushed him, but Caleb's kinetic dampeners absorbed the blow. The water around him instantly vaporized into a massive bubble of superheated steam. With a feral, guttural snarl, Caleb spun in the water, using the beast's own momentum against it. He literally tore the tentacle from its base, dark, glowing blue blood erupting into the water like oil.

If the tentacled monstrosity they fought in Antarctica was a wolf, the entity rising before them now was a living, breathing Himalayan mountain range. It had no defined shape. Its main body seemed to be a horrific amalgamation of jagged, obsidian-like volcanic rock and twisted, bioluminescent purple carapace. Colossal tentacles, thick as skyscrapers, pierced the storm clouds, each lined with abyssal suckers that continuously vented high-pressure, radioactive steam.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

said Silas appalled and stared at the gigantic, pulsating spot on his screen that slowly emerges from the darkness on us to move. “It’s organic. It's absolutely massive. And it moves.” The water before our headlights began to whirl. A huge sog captured the steel lungs, ripened us to the side and made the massive titanium discs knirschen. From the impenetrable yellowish rot of toxic water not two, but countless, fleshy, pitch-black tentacles, thick as ancient Tree trunks were. They were sown with crater-like suction cups from which thick, corrosive acid troff.