#extra appendages

You just wanted to have a nice, relaxing beach vacation.

It ended up being nice.

It was even relaxing.

And it was most certainly on the beach.

No, perhaps you should have been more specific.

You had wanted a nice, relaxing beach vacation where you hadn’t got dicked down within an inch of your life by a tentacled beast.

Not that it hadn’t been fantastic. You really couldn’t complain.

Shouldn’t complain?

But now that you were home, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

About being grabbed and bound by six of the arms, your legs spread wide as the beast used his remaining two arms to probe you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been sunbathing nude.

But it was a private beach and you’d felt daring.

Nobody around for miles to see you.

Or hear you, apparently.

Because you’d screamed plenty. Not for help, but in pleasure.

He’d approached you, desire practically dripping from him for your body. You felt in awe that such a magnificent creature like him could want you.

And he had proved that desire multiple times during your vacation, his tentacles and cock filling you up, teasing, pressing, pulsing until you were a sated mass of quivering flesh, covered in cum and sweat.