One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan. My entire body tingles as I writhe within his grip, and I’m sure some of his suckers are pulling at my flesh. Heat sears across my cheeks and my mind fills with a catalog of solitary encounters with the sucking rose.

My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping. I had only used the toy this morning and forgot to clean it, but if he likes what he tastes, I know a place he can get plenty. I can’t tell if he’s considering my words or deciding whether or not to take a risk with my life, but when he closes the rip in the air, I collapse with relief. One thing led to another, and I have a tentacle monster in my bed who knows exactly how to make me scream. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed, claiming to be my soul mate.

Next time you’re in the clutches of a psycho and you see someone sneaking up on him, don’t act surprised.

By accepting all cookies, you agree to our use of cookies to deliver and maintain our services and site, improve the quality of Reddit, personalize Reddit content and advertising, and measure the effectiveness of advertising. Either he disappeared the moment the clouds covered the moon or this monster really is made of shadows. All novels given here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge. I tried to run, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages.I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch. Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip. The pulse between my ears pounds so hard that it muffles all sound, including the meditation I’d stupidly played to attract a soul mate.

With all my spare time spent painting watercolors in the hope that one of them will sell, it’s near impossible to meet decent men. The last time barely counted since he’d suffered the worst case of premature ejaculation and then tried to blame me for ‘being so hot. By rejecting non-essential cookies, Reddit may still use certain cookies to ensure the proper functionality of our platform. There’s no way I can let a strange man, let alone a creature of unknown origin, put anything inside my body. Reddit and its partners use cookies and similar technologies to provide you with a better experience.

Before that one, the guy fumbled around so much that I ended up faking my orgasm just to make him stop. I’d read the horror stories, seen Alien and a whole host of other movies—I’d be damned if I got myself impregnated and then consumed from the inside out by his monstrous offspring. I tried to run, of course, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages.