honey-squirt

Until now. Until his tentacles are playing with your body and you are squirming under him while he tries really hard to drive you completely insane. There’s tentacles everywhere, groping, caressing, pressing… You are gasping for air and trying to get him where you want him most, which he’s clearly ignoring on purpose.

And then he opens his mouth, and your brain short-circuits completely. “Do you want to be bred? Do you want them, darling? Do you want to be stuffed full of my eggs? You are going to be such a pretty carrier. Your stomach all full of eggs, getting bigger and bigger, always full of me.” His words are filthy, and your pussy feels suddenly very empty.

You want that more than you want your next breath. “Ye- Yes. Fuck, yes,” you stutter, trying to move under him, and failing. He’s too big over you, his body and tentacles everywhere.

He growls, his nose pressed to yours, eyes locked while he speaks very slowly: “Tell me. Tell me you want it.” It’s an order, and you take it like that.

“I want to be bred. I want your eggs. Please, please, fill me. Fill me to the brim,” you beg, needy and desperate. You want. You need it. The idea of being full of him is making your head fuzzy.

“Such a good girl when you want to be, aren’t you?” He huffs, amused, pushing back until he’s looming over you and his hand disappears until he’s rubbing his mating tentacle over your dripping pussy. “You ready for me, then?” You nod fervently and he smirks.

He positions himself against your opening, and you gasp when he pushes inside in one hard thrust. You’re dripping wet after the dirty talk and teasing, so it’s not a struggle, but he still feels incredibly massive inside of you.

He doesn’t give you time to adapt, fucking you fast and hard, rough and raw, until your eyesight is whiting out and you are gasping for air with each thrust. He’s hitting your G-spot like a pro, rushing your orgasm like a waterfall on your senses.

But before you can come, before you can do anything but ride the pleasure of his tentacle inside of you and his other tentacles playing your body like an instrument, he opens his mouth again and everything you ever wanted is right there for you to take: “You still want them? You still want my eggs?”

Your answer is a high-pitched: “YES!”

And then you feel it.

You feel his dick expanding inside of you, like he’s forming a knot. But a knot that moves, pushing up and up and up your channel, pressing just right against all your sensitive spots and driving you insane with pleasure.

It’s a struggle to force it past your cervix, but when it does, you let out a moan so loud he has to cover your mouth. It feels… weird. But weird good. Weird fucking incredible. Your brain is swimming in an indescribable pleasure while he pushes another one inside of you.

And another.

And another.

Until your lower tummy is bulging, and he’s looking blissed out over you. And meanwhile he doesn’t stop praising you, telling you how good you are, how well you are doing it, how wonderful it feels to fill you to the brim. To breed you so completely.

You are in the seventh heaven. And when one of his tentacles latches to your clit and starts rubbing, your whole body lights up like a fucking supernova. You open your mouth in a silent scream, or maybe you are being very loud and you are incapable of hearing yourself over the ringing of your ears when the most amazing orgasm of your life takes over your body like a tidal wave against the coast.

It takes you a long while to come back to yourself, and when you do, you find your tentacle-monster boyfriend looking down at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“You did so well, you are so full of me, such a good carrier for my eggs,” he whispers and you moan. He chuckles at your response, teasing your pussy with the tip of one of his tentacles, making you flinch. “Too much?” You nod, unable to form words just yet. “They’ll dissolve soon enough and you’d be dripping with my come like the good girl wanted to be, fully bred.”