Pairing: Tentacle-monster/alien x AFAB reader

Warnings: cursing, various undress, masturbation, tentacles, rapid preg, and first time writing/making this type of content

~~~ It’s late at night, and a dark one to: The only light coming from the thin crescent moon and urban lights in the distance. The air is cold and sticky, smelling earthy with a metallic taste. Left in a “cabin in the woods” AirBnB, lay a blond haired woman in a red flannel, green eyes dreary and sagged.

You can’t sleep again, can’t stay awake either. All you can do is lay in bed watching the ceiling fan. The air conditioner was broken when you got here, and your phone is almost dead.

💭”I just don’t get it.” You think to yourself.

💭”I thought being away from the city would help me feel better, but I just feel more alone and now more broke.”

Deciding to get up, you shuffle over to the living room, looking through the front window at the city you grew indifferent of. Gazing at the distant street lights, skyscraper shine, and… a helicopter strobe light; or what you think is a helicopter.

It moved strangely, back and forth like a scanner, and incredibly fast; but then it went. The strange flying mass hidden in darkness crept towards the cabin. You duck under a table for cover.

“Not a copter!” “Not a copter!” “What the fuck was that!”

This is the scariest and most interesting thing that ever happened to you. After pausing to process, with either dumb courage or morbid curiosity, you venture with your phone light to the front yard… finding nothing.

With deafening silence, you begin to return. However, a bright white light flashed above you. Coming to her senses, you try to run, but you are already inches of the ground. Any calls for help grew on deaf ears as you ascend to its source.

It was dark, mainly because of the intense light, and blurry.

💭”Where are my glasses?” You puzzle, hurringly searching the floor. Feeling for your prescriptions, the floor was seemingly metal, cold and smooth you eventually find your glasses… and something squishy… and sticky.

Adjusting your glasses, you scream in fear of the creature in front of you. It looked like a tall squid: twice your height, a long, large head, and many tentacles. It tilted its head in.. curiosity(?) and slowly inches to you. You notice something weird(er) in its eyes. Not only were there three of them, but it looked like it was in a trance, having a heart shaped spiral.

💭”This thing is gonna eat me.” You thought, but no.

It scooped you off the floor, you try to break free but it’s strong. Plopping you on something soft… it’s a bed, a large one.

The creature towered above, slithering on top of you, pinning your hands above you. Its chirps and whistles followed glowing cyan light on its body, matching its eyes. It’s beautiful, you… can’t help but… look at it.

The creature weigh heavy on your hips and belly, getting closer to your face. You become entrenched in the spirals, letting out a soft moan as it tosses your hair back, traveling down your collarbone, to the top shirt button. It takes its time unfastened a few, teasing you in a language you don’t understand.

You didn’t think you needed a bra alone, but now your bare chest is exposed, your nipples tensing from the sudden touch.

💭”What am I doing?” You debate to yourself. 💭”Where’s the exit?” Looking around you see a women’s anatomy book in the corner of your eye, with a photo of… you?

You feel something slimy trail up your chest. The creature pulls your hair so you’d look at it again, eyes still spiraled, showing its sharp teeth and long, think tongue salivating. You feel, at ease oddly, maybe you should… see what happens.

Your calmness is replaced with pleasure as the creature gropes your breasts. It guides its tongue to your lips, opening your mouth in submission, you end up deep throating it. It let your hands go, as you caress its chest to, it’s suction cups grabbing your nipples.

It takes the rest of your shirt off, one tentacle wrapping around your stomach, and another tightly around your boob. You try to say something but your mouth is full, only able to let out muffled whimpers. It repeatedly tugs harshly at your breast, your body feeling like it’s on fire. You begin to rub your clit over your pants to relieve the pleasure, but then it stopped; releasing your breast and throat.

You gasp for air, your mouth covered in spit.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, still masturbating. It grabs your wrist away, having two tentacles take off your pants, your pussy soaking your underwear.

“I’m all yours,” you call softly, “I want you to breed me.” You officially lost your mind to the creature, but neither of you seem to mind.

One tentacle searches around your wet panties, the grooves of the suction cups making it more so. It wraps around the waistband before ripping it with a firm tug, throwing it to the side.

It seemed unsure on what to do next, looking over at the anatomy book. You decide to help it, guiding the tentacle to your clit. It thanks you by playing with it, the suction cups giving small tugs as it moves. You moan in delight wanting it to go faster.

It may as well read your mind, moving faster as tension builds. You feel the slight lightheadedness before. You Break! A loud, passionate groan as you orgasm, squirting your love juice as every muscle tenses.

The creature seemed to enjoy your shameful display, deeply purring as it waits for your senses to return. When you do, it picks up you shirt while tilting its head.

“I said breed me.” You shamelessly complain. It understood, throwing the shirt away with a smile, along with your shoes, and letting your hair down with a little neck nibbling.

It returns to your clit, but you nudge it slowly to your pussy, having a little chuckle. It didn’t seem to like that, as it teases the lips of your pussy; only giving a little tip. A moan seemed to satisfy, as it pushed its way into your womb, pulling it out.

It began to pound you shoving its tentacle in and out, rocking your whole body. It had two around your throat, still staring entranced and proud, saliva dripping like lube, it wasn’t satisfied yet.

The creature forces you into a sitting position: Three tentacles wrapping your chest and boobs, one deep in your throat, four crammed in your pussy and two in your ass; it had its “hands” full now.

It returned to pounding you, harder than ever, synchronizing the ups and downs. All this pleasure came so soon, yet you never wanted to leave, it obviously longed for you, you’re just making its wet dreams come true. The poundings became faster and faster, the pleasure stirring; you can feel the tentacles getting bigger, you can taste the pre cum.

💭”Oh Fuck!” You realize it’s about to finish inside you. Tension building as you give into your lustful urges. You break again, but so does the creature. Salty seed pumping from every tentacle, you try to swallow from the one but it escapes the corners of your mouth. Your womb struck in loving agony as you take more and more of its seed. You stomach’s getting bigger, but it doesn’t stop. It keeps filling you for a few more seconds, felt like a passionate eternity, your stomach now inflated with its seed.

You pass out in exhaustion.

When you awake, you are back in your apartment, but it’s your bathroom, in your tub, and it’s not stained and dirty how you left it. You think it was some weird wet dream, but then the pain kicked in. Your stomach is red, swollen, and stretched, looking as if you’re already 9 months pregnant. Everything sore from… speak of the devil.

The creature lay patiently on the floor with a caring smile eyes normal for an alien, like it didn’t fuck your brain out last night. It rubs your belly with the lightest tough, but since it was still so sensitive it hurt; you whence at the pain. The creature pauses, quickly glancing at a “How to Romance” book. It held its tentacles to your face, and softly kissed you, cuddling your head. You rest your head on its chest, hearing the purring to soothe you.