cw // tentacles

chn didn’t understand why j!svng was so into this. as he stared the tentacle monster down, all he felt in his stomach was a sense of trepidation and slight mistrust. he didn’t understand how something so slimy and gross could be pleasurable.

still, he stepped forward toward the beast and slowly came into range of the slowly undulating tentacles. it did look... kind of cute if he didn’t think about it much. a bit like a strange, mindless pet, though he knew the thing was anything but.

he yipped as a thick, slimy appendage wrapped itself around his ankle, and then shivered as the tentacle massaged its way up his calf. it was slimy, and disgusting, and despite himself chn felt a stirring deep in his lower belly. was this really turning him on?

he squirmed as tentacles wrapped around first his ankles and then his wrists. he yelped as he was dragged forward, planting his feet by instinct until he remembered that struggling only made the thing hold you tighter and slowly relaxed in its unyielding grip.

it dragged him closer, more, smaller tentacles emerging to map his face. it was obviously curious as to who this new human was, and for a split second chn was afraid it was going to reject him altogether. and then one slimy appendage began sliding into the neck of his shirt.

he gasped as the warm, wet thing came into contact with his nipple and then began writhing in its grip as it drew slow, teasing circles around it. he keened as it flicked it once, twice, and then drew out of his shirt completely, leaving it cold and damp and sticking to his skin.

he was filled with a sense of disappointment, before suddenly being hoisted into the air. he gasped as a tentacle wriggled into his shorts, and then forced them down and off his legs. “wait!” he cried, but it either didn’t understand him or simply wasn’t listening.

one strong tentacle wrapped around his wrists and kept them trapped in front of his face, using their leverage to lift him again and slide an even bigger tentacle between his legs. “there’s no way that will fit.” he wondered aloud, and then moaned as it slid between his legs.

the monster crooned at him, as if trying to placate him, and another tentacle came to rub at his face soothingly. it was still gross and sticky and slimy, but chn could appreciate its efforts to calm him down. his body burned with shame as the tentacle between his legs continued.

it rocked back and forth slowly, rubbing against his cock and between his asscheeks and over his hole. his feet could barely reach the ground where he was suspended, and there was no escape from its ministrations as it slowly but surely brought him to full hardness.

it cooed at him again, and then the large tentacle slid out from between his legs. he was once again caught in the drift, desperately trying to catch his breath as he awaited the tentacle monster’s next move. it seemed content to watch him squirm, his cock heavy between his legs.

a tapered appendage slithered its way up his inner thigh, and he gulped and tensed as he prepared to feel it breach his entrance. instead, it balled itself up and pressed into his perineum, making him choke on a moan and his cock drool precum. he always got so wet.

it continued to press and massage that area gently, stimulating his prostate from the outside and making him pant. his mouth lolled open like a dog, one of the smaller tentacles around his face getting curious and slipping inside the opening. he tried to fight it at first,

but after a second of struggle he gave in. it wasn’t that bad, the slime was practically tasteless if not for a hint of sourness. the tentacle pressed down on his tongue and wriggled, making him gag slightly, and quickly retracted like it was afraid it had hurt him.

“it’s ok,” he found himself saying, voice thick and raspy. it cooed again and pet his face, fringe beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat and goo. he let out another weak moan as the tentacle continued to massage his perineum and tried to rock back on it.

it pulled away and he whined, a little “nooo” slipping past his lips as he was repositioned. he hardly noticed himself being moved until he was on his knees. he blinked as the tentacles forced his legs apart, and he hung his head to peer at what was going on between his legs.

tentacles wrapped themselves around his ankles and thighs to keep him stable as another large, tapered tentacle prodded at him. at this point he was sufficiently relaxed and didn’t so much as flinch when it slowly entered him. he did let out a rather high pitched sqeak, however.

it pushed in slowly and pulled back every couple of seconds to make sure he was properly lubed and stretched, resting at odd intervals when he got too uncomfortable. at a certain point it began to curl and he gasped as he saw a small bulge form under the skin of his tummy.

the tentacle, at its length, stopped finally with a sizable bulge sitting in his belly. then, it pulled back and thrust back in. chn gasped and his brow furrowed, trying not to close his eyes as he watched the bulge in his belly move. it was hypnotizing.

once it was assured he was comfortable, it set a heavy pace fucking into him, at some points curving further and pressing more into his belly. his head hung between his shoulders, moaning openly as it smoothly glided over his prostate and fucked into his tummy.

when another tentacle came to rub at his cock, he was gone, cumming onto the floor in thick spurts. the tentacle pounding into him kept its pace, using him even after he was spent and making him cry from overstimulation. just when he thought it would be too much,

he felt it begin to empty into him. it came deep inside him, filling his belly and leaving a bulge that stayed even when it pulled out and left him empty and gaping. he felt full and used, but sated and taken care of too. the tentacles unwound from his body and retracted,

except for the ones around his face that continued to coo and pet at him until he stopped breathing so hard. instead of getting up, he simply slumped to the floor and lay there for a while. the puddle of goo and cum under his hips was cold and uncomfy, but he didn’t care.

“thank you,” he whispered weakly at the tentacles still stroking his face, and they crooned to him as he slowly worked himself into a doze, worn out by the events.