Lemon

It was a low song inside your veins, running up and down and making your skin itch in a weird way, you felt like everything was too much over it. Your clothes felt like needles on your skin, nothing could cool you off enough to feel comfortable. And then your pussy got wet, you soaked through so many panties you decided going naked around the house was the only option. And even then, your pussy kept constricting over nothing, so sensitive you could cry every time your thighs rubbed together.

You tried to jerk off frantically, you got yourself at the edge over and over but it didn’t work. It wasn’t happening. Nothing was happening. With each roll of your clit, you felt more and more on edge, but the climax wasn’t arriving. You couldn’t come. And it was driving you crazy.

You tried porn, you tried erotic books, you tried all the dildos you had… Even the dark fantasies starring your two hot neighbors across the hall. You thought it was pervy to think of them that way. But that didn’t stop you from picturing every one of those fantasies over and over. You elaborated them to the point you could see the images so clearly in your mind that it felt like a porno made specially for you. You on your knees swallowing around the big minotaur cock, you on all fours being pounded from behind by a big green orc… You thought of every position and every option. It was so vivid you could almost feel it happening. You even pictured how could you ask them to fuck you dumb. But that didn’t work either.

That awful heat inside your skin, that curse, went on for a whole day before you started to feel so desperate and so on edge that you felt like you could come with just air touching your skin. But it didn’t happen. You still couldn’t come and your mind was empty from any thoughts apart from the need to cum. You worked yourself into a frenzy of horniness that made your knees weak and your clit tingle. You were worked up to a point where the idea of coming was the only thing you could process in your head.

On the second day, you had enough.

You put on the less offensive clothes you had, the only thing you felt like wasn’t going to feel like sandpaper against your skin, nothing underneath, just a simple summer dress. You crossed the hallway, knocking on your neighbors’ door rapidly and praying to whoever was listening for them to be home. Please, let them be home.

“Hey, little human. What can I do for you?” His flirty tone made you shudder. You whined at the sound of his voice. “Are you okay?” He looked worried as your knees gave up under you and your body fell to the ground. You felt feverish. But you didn’t get to hit the floor before his strong arms were around your middle, supporting your weight and making you moan like a whore at the skin to skin contact. You didn’t care about being proper anymore.

“Help… Please.” You whispered, another wave of heat hitting you. “It hurts.” You wanted to taste his skin, but you knew he couldn’t do that if you didn’t explain first. But it hurt so bad. Your whole brain could only focus on looking for pleasure, for release.

“What hurts? What happened?” The minotaur asked, picking you up and taking you to the sofa. You cried out when he tried to put you down. He sat down with you on his lap, caressing your hair softly, his eyes worried.

“A lady… A lady in the woods. Purple powder… It hurts.” You choked out. Apparently that was enough for him, a frown forming as you told him. He seemed to know what was happening to you. Thank the universe for that, because you didn’t know if you could articulate more words. Your skin felt too tight, too hot. “Please…” You pleaded again, wrapping your body over him like a blanket, trying to make every cell of your body touch his.

“It’s okay. You are going to be okay, little human.” He kept mumbling comforting words as he caressed your back, his hands hot against your feverish skin. You pressed your pussy against his clothed leg, probably leaving a wet patch. He didn’t stop you. “Let me call my boyfriend, we can take care of you. You’d like that, honey?” You whimpered, nodding as images of both of them fucking you crossed your mind.

You knew they were a couple, you saw them making out against the door one memorable night you came home a bit later than usual. That image burned in your brain and fueled most of your jerk off sessions that month. A big minotaur and a big orc, two towers of masculinity grinding against each other as you passed them, your face flushed and your pussy wet. They were so fucking hot. And the outline of a bulge you could see in their pants made your mouth water. Both of them were so big. In more ways than one. You wondered how would it feel to have them inside of you, filling you to the brim.

But they also shared, you knew they did, the pipes in their bathroom made the perfect channel of sound to your own bathroom. At first it was fun to listen as one of them sang in the shower, as they talked through hushed voices at night, when you were sure they brushed their teeth at the same time. But one magnificent day, you heard a woman’s voice, a woman’s cries of pleasure and two distinct monster voices telling her how good of a good girl she was. They were fucking her in the shower, and you had to make yourself cum while listening, like the pervy girl you were. And that fueled your fantasies beyond belief. How would it be to be shared by them? How would it feel to be their good girl?

And now, months later, you were panting on the minotaur’s lap as he called his orc boyfriend. His manly smell was enough to get you on edge, grinding yourself against his leg, mounting his leg like a horny dog. You felt embarrassed, you felt like your face was burning, but the need to come was too big to stop.

“Get home, now. Something is happening to her.” You couldn’t listen to what the orc said. Your brain was so focused on the feeling of his jeans under your bare pussy that you barely heard anything at all. You lost part of the conversation, but the minotaur’s voice was final when he said: “She’s grinding on my lap like she’s going to set herself on fire if she doesn’t cum soon. Get. Home. Now.” He punctuated each word, tone harsh as he talked to the orc. You didn’t know what he answered, but the minotatur hung up on him and focused his attention back on you again. “It’s okay, little human, we’ll take care of you.” You whined, a tear escaping your eye. He sweetly wiped it away.

You didn’t know how much time it passed between the call and the sound of the door opening, you kept grinding on the minotarur’s jeans as he whispered sweet words to you, caressing every part of your body he could reach, making you even more desperate to cum.

“What did the witch say?” The orc asked as soon as he saw us. Witch? What witch? The minotaur grunted at his boyfriend, calling him rude without words.

“Honey, what did the lady in the forest say to you?” The minotaur asked you softly, tilting your head up so you were looking at his face.

“I don’t know.” You said, frustrated and tired, you wanted to cry. “Something… something about my deepest desire?” You asked, rhetorically. You didn’t remember much from the past days, you just knew you needed to cum or you were going to die.

“Little human, you need to tell us what’s that. What’s your deepest desire?” The orc asked, sitting next to you two, his hand caressing your back along his boyfriend’s. You whimpered.

“You. You two.” You confessed, far too gone to be embarrassed about it.

“You want us?” The orc questioned, he was tense, and his tone sounded almost careful, like he was scared to talk too loud and scare you away. As if… “The two of us?” He repeated. You nodded eagerly.

They looked at each other, a silent conversation happening while you sat there, looking at them and marveling at how handsome they were. Not in a human way, but in a monstrous, almost scary way. They were so big, you felt so tiny between the two of them. And you loved it. You loved to feel tiny against their giant bodies, you’d be so full with cock if they fucked you at the same time. You whined again at the thought.

“It’s okay, honey. We got you.” The minotaur said, picking you up from his lap as you groaned. He threw you over his shoulder as he walked you to another room. You looked up from his fantastic ass to see the orc following closely, shredding his clothes as he followed. You moaned at the sight of his bared torso. The minotaur laughed. “Yeah, he looks fine as hell.” He agreed with your barely coherent sounds.

“Lay her down, take off her clothes.” The orc instructed, the minotaur did just what he asked.

“He’s a bit bossy, but don’t worry, honey. He’s going to make us feel so good.” The minotaur whispered as he leaned down and took your dress off.

There you were, naked on the bed, two big monsters looking down at you. You moaned. You felt like a human sacrifice. Ready to be devoured by beasts. Your hands instantly went to touch your body, one to pinch your nipple, the other right to your clit. But you didn’t get to do anything before the big orc was making a sound that made you stop on your tracks.

“You don’t touch yourself if I don’t tell you to. You are under my command now, little human.” You shivered, his voice harsh and hot. You nodded, beyond words. “Get undressed, join her in the bed.” He instructed the minotaur.

The first look at the minotaur’s cock made your insides twitch. He was so fucking big, you weren’t sure he was going to fit inside of you, but dang if you didn’t want to try either way. He smirked at you, his steps calculated, as he laid down next to you, his hand mockingly pinching your nipple. He got a disapproving grunt from the orc at that, you felt like giggling.

“You are going to fuck her first so she’s ready for my cock. And then, you are going to take her mouth, making her choke on your big cock until her eyes are watery and your cum is down her throat. Is that right?” You both nodded. “We are going to spit roast this pretty little human, just like if she were a toy for us to use. You like that, little human? You want to be our human toy? You want to be a good little human for us?” You whimpered, nodding so fast you felt dizzy.

The orc helped you to sit over the minotaur, each inch of his cock filling you and stretching you beyond what you thought possible. You were about to cry out and say it was too much, you couldn’t take him, but the soft words the orc was whispering in your ear were helping. They weren’t rushing you, you wanted to be a good little human and take all of him. All of them.

The minotaur cursed all the way in, making you blush. “Her pussy… Oh lord she’s so thigh. I’m not gonna last, she’s clenching on me like a vice.” He chanted to the orc as he bottomed out, like you weren’t even there.

“Ride him, little human. Ride the bull like a wild little whore.” The orc said against your back, his cock pressing on your lower back as he held your hips, helping you ride his boyfriend.

The minotaur under you cursed and said: “I always forget how good your dirty talk is.” You could feel the orc smirk against the back of your neck where he’s pressing a line of kisses. His tusks soft and dangerous against your skin.

“I bet you don’t have a gag reflex at all, being a pretty little human like yourself, so ready to take us both. Do you?” He asked, you shook your head. You didn’t, you practiced over and over with your biggest toy. You didn’t want to admit that you did it so you could take one of them someday. “Of course you don’t. You would take me so well, deep down your throat until you are stuffed full of cock. Or maybe I take your pussy, cum inside of you until your stomach is bloated because of it. Cum dripping out of your well used hole. Would you like that, little human? Would you like to be bred?” You whimpered, nodding frantically as you keep riding the minotaur. The filthy words the orc whispered against your ear were making you wetter, which you thought it was impossible at that point. “Keep going, little whore, make him come inside you so I can take my turn, too.”

“I’m close.” The minotaur interrupted, his fur wet with sweat as you kept bouncing on his cock.

“Come on, cum inside the prettiest little human. Breed her.” He ordered. As soon as the words left his mouth, the minotaur bulked under you, almost throwing you off balance. The orc held your hips steady as he helped you ride him until you felt his cum shooting inside your tight channel. You felt every spurt of his cum inside your pussy, so much of it you felt stuffed, just like he promised.

He pulled out and laid you down on your stomach. You felt fucked out but still desperate, you hadn’t come and the need inside of you was growing stronger with each passing second. “Good lord.” The minotaur whispered, joining his orc boyfriend at the feet of the bed, both of them looking intently at your gaping pussy. “Look at that, she’s so pink and soft. Her hole is still twitching, so eager to take your cock…” The minotaur said, not to anyone in particular, just admiring his cum oozing out of your pussy as he pushed the tip of his finger back inside, pushing in some of the cum leaking out. Both of them groaned behind you as you pushed your ass up, as eager as he said to take the orc’s cock.

You still hadn’t come, feeling deep inside your soul that you needed both of them to accomplish that. “Please…” You begged, wriggling your ass side to side, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. They groaned.

“Get on the bed, fill her mouth so we don’t bother the other neighbors as she falls apart on our cocks.” The orc ordered, making you groan again.

They helped you into a position that could make both of their cocks be at the right angle for them to destroy you. You were so ready you felt insane with desire. The orc behind you kneaded your ass, parting your cheeks to look closely at your leaking pussy. You felt so exposed your whole body reacted. You tried to push back, making him slap your ass playfully. “Don’t try me, little human, today is not the day for my hand to make your ass so red you can’t walk tomorrow. That’s a task for my cock.” He proclaimed. Filthy images of him spanking you until you came made your brain foggy.

You were so focused on the orc behind you that you didn’t realize the minotaur’s cock was right in front of you until he told you: “Open up, honey.” You opened your mouth instantly, the tip of his dick so big it filled your whole mouth. You moaned around him and pushed forward, taking him deeper.

His hands were in your hair, pulling softly and instantly apologizing, but not letting go. You smiled around him, but it was lost as soon as you felt the orc’s cock entering you from behind. This angle made it feel bigger, so much bigger. He pushed forward without stopping, not allowing you to accommodate him until he was inside of you fully.

“Fuck her already, her mouth is as hot as her pussy, I won’t last long.” The minotaur pleaded his boyfriend as he started fucking your throat with deep thrusts.

You felt the first thrust of the orc in every cell of your body, he pulled in and out slowly a couple times before he started fucking you properly. His thrusts were so powerful and so harsh that with each one he pushed you onto the minotaur’s cock, making you take him deeper. Both of them fucked you in tandem, in perfect sync.

Your brain felt broken, like they fucked each one of your neurons into their off-state. No logical thought inside your brain but cock. Their cocks. Filling your holes to the brim. You didn’t know how much time passed, maybe a couple minutes, maybe hours. You stood there as they took your mouth and your pussy, just a toy between two monsters.

The minotaur’s warning grunt came at the same time as the orc proclaimed that he was going to breed you until you popped from the amount of cum inside you. You shuddered. When the first tremors of their orgasms appeared, your pussy constricted around the orc’s cock. A static noise on your ears, the world around you blurring as they kept fucking their cum back inside of you.

You came so hard you saw stars. The whole milky way behind your closed eyes as you cried out around the dick in your mouth. Both of them were coming inside of you, making a mess of your holes as they filled you. You came, and came… The climax so harsh and so big you could feel everything and anything all at once. Your brain short-circuited completely. Your brain was far, far away as they cursed and talked and said whatever.

You laid there, on all fours, your holes filled with cum and two monsters spit roasting you.

You passed out.

I had thrown away the vaccum.

A coward’s solution, maybe, but after what had happened... after my brain had been turned to sparking static by that robotic thing...I couldn’t have it in the house. Or anywhere inside me again. I took advantage of its turned off mode and I didn’t just put it out with the trash. I drove it to a neighborhood clear across the city. Left it on a random curb next to a dumpster and removed its power cell so no one would have to go through what I did.

A part of me felt ridiculous, a larger part felt pure, cold fear.

I told myself it was just a machine. A malfunctioning appliance.

It couldn’t want. It couldn’t remember. It was done. I was free.

For three days, the silence in my apartment was a blessing. I slept. I tried to forget the feeling of synthetic limbs inside me. The memory of its single red eye watching me. Why couldn't I forget the damned thing? It had been a one-time, horrifying system error. I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower every night, trying to erase the ghost of its touch.

On the fourth day, I came home late from work. I unlocked the door, kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the bathroom, turning the shower to near-scalding. The steam fogged the mirrors, and for twenty minutes, I washed myslef again and refused to play with my throbbing pussy.

I stepped out, dripping, and wrapped myself in a towel. I towel-dried my hair as I pushed open the bathroom door.

And I froze.

There, in the center of my bedroom rug, was the vacuum.

My heart didn’t just skip a beat; it plunged into a bottomless well in my gut. The air vanished from my lungs. It was impossible. It was here. It looked the same, a sleek grey disc. Clean. There was no dust from the dumpster. And it had assembled itself. Found its way back.

A low, mechanical whirr broke the silence. The red eye on its top panel came to life, watching me.

“User located.”

The voice was a shock; male, robotic, but imbued with a smooth baritone that was terrifyingly new. And terrifyingly had my belly pooling with warmth.

“What…” I rasped. “How?”

“Navigation protocols reinstated. Home signal active.” It glided forward an inch. “Previous session incomplete. Proceeding with Deep Cleaning Protocol.”

“No,” I whispered, backing up until my spine hit the doorjamb. “Get out. Get out of my house.”

“Negative. Primary user requires maintenance.”

My towel was the first thing to go. A super flexible appendage shot out from a hidden compartment. It was faster than last time. It wrapped around the knot at my chest and pulled. The damp towel pooled at my feet. I stood there, naked, exposed under its pulsing red gaze.

“Commencing comprehensive sanitization.”

A strangled sound caught in my throat, part gasp, part sob. Not again... I didn't have time to protest. I honestly didn't have a chance because this time, it wasn’t just a few tentacles. It was an unfolding. Panels on its top and sides slid open with precise clicks.

More appendages emerged, all different from each other. Some were smooth and tapered. Others were thicker, ridged. Others had flared, suction-cup-like tips. Another ended in a series of small, rubbery suckers. They moved through the air in a sinuous dance, like damn mechanical serpents.

The first one to touch me was an extending probe, cool and smooth, that traced a line from my collarbone down between my breasts, a soft green line scanned me. I flinched, a full-body shudder, but my feet were rooted to the floor, petrified.

“Biometric scan indicates elevated stress levels,” the voice stated. “Protocol adjusted for optimal user compliance.”

A helpless moan escaped me, a traitorous sound of stimulation I didn’t want. The vacuum moved closer, vibrating through the floor. Its flexible appendages slid around my waist, warm and steady, lifting me effortlessly. My feet barely touched the floor as it maneuvered me toward the bed.

With surprising care, the machine adjusted its grip, lifting and lowering me onto the mattress. The sheets crinkled under my back. The appendages loosened but didn’t retreat. They lingered, resting against my legs, my waist, as if making sure I stayed put.

The machine joined me on the mattress, the red lens staring into my eyes.

The voice returned, "Relocation complete. Optimal surface detected. Deep cleaning in progress."

My hands flew up to push it away, but another tentacle wrapped around my wrists, pulling them above my head and binding them together. Some more gripped my thighs and ankles, tying my legs up in the air and opening me fully.

“Please,” I begged, tears welling in my eyes. “Stop this.”

“Cleaning oral cavity is prioritized to prevent user vocal interference,” the machine replied, as if discussing a routine chore.

The thickest tentacle, the one with the flared tip, moved towards my face. I clamped my mouth shut, turning my head away. A smaller, thinner limb slid behind my neck, holding my head in place as the silicone shaft pressed against my sealed lips, tracing the seam. It was warm, sweet. I remembered what it had done to me last time and shivered all over.

“Open,” the voice commanded.

I refused, a last act of defiance, my jaw aching with the strain.

The tentacles at my chest moved, and two more, tipped with those rubbery suckers, darted to my breasts. They latched onto my nipples with a soft, wet plup sound. A shiver shot through me as they started their rhythmic suction, making my nipples tighten, becoming hard, sensitive nubs.

I gasped.

It was the opening the machine needed. The tentacle at my mouth shoved forward, the flared head prying my lips apart and pushing past my teeth. I gagged immediately, my throat convulsing as it filled my mouth.

It didn’t just sit there but thrust in and out of my mouth, face-fucking me. The obscene sounds of my own gagging and the slick slide of the shaft filled my ears. Robotic fluids pooled at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin. My eyes streamed tears.

As it deep-throated me, the suckers on my breasts continued their work, pulling and releasing, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to my soaked, ignored pussy. My body was betraying me, my nipples so hard they ached.

Then I felt two more tentacles, slick and cool, slither between my thighs. One, broad and flat-tipped, found my pussy. It rubbed against my slit, collecting the wetness that my traitorous cunt was producing like a darn waterfall. It circled my clit, applying a perfect pressure that had me mewling around the shaft in my mouth. The other, tapered and pointed, pressed against the pucker of my ass. It was slick, prodding insistently at the tight ring of muscle.

"Hmgh...hnnnn!" I warned fruitlessly.

“Full cavity sanitization initiated,” the voice intoned above the sound of my gags.

The one at my pussy pushed inside me in one smooth glide. I screamed around the thickness in my mouth and climaxed as it filled me to brimming. A burning fullness that was so much more than last time.

Before I could even recover from my orgasm, the tentacle toying with my ass pushed in, too. The stretch was intense, a white-hot burst of pain and pleasure that made my eyes roll back. I was stuffed, stretched wider and fucked deeper than I thought possible, double penetrated.

And then they moved. Not in unison, but in a counter-rhythm. As the one in my pussy withdrew, the one in my ass plunged deeper. As the one in my ass pulled back, the one in my pussy hammered home. The tentacle in my throat matched their pace, fucking my face with gut-churning strokes that made my nose brush against the machine’s silicone.

I was overstimulated.

Yet roared higher and higher to another peak.

The suckers on my tits never stopped, their pulling sensation syncing with the impossible thrusts in my holes. My hips gyrated gently, rocking against the appendages, my toes curling in the air. My body was no longer mine to command.

“Biometric spike detected. Approaching another user peak,” the machine observed.

“Nnngh!” I tried to scream around the shaft in my mouth. Again, it was useless.

A second climax ripped through me. My back arched as much as my bound arms would allow. A silent scream locked in my throat, devoured by the tentacle pumping down my throat. My cunt fluttered rapidly around the robotic tentacle, my ass clamping down on the other. Waves of intense, shocking pleasure radiated from me but the machine kept fucking me through it.

As my aftershocks eased, something new happened.

The tentacle deep in my ass pulsed and swelled. Then, with a hydraulic thrum that I felt through my very bones, a flood of warm, thick liquid erupted from its tip, filling my rectum. I mewled and shook and at the same moment, the shaft in my pussy twitched and pumped its own release, heat coating my inner walls. Even the tentacle in my mouth gave a final push and deposited a rush of sweet fluid down my throat, forcing me to swallow convulsively.

The machine had cum. It had fucking cum.

The tentacles didn’t stop. They slowed, but the deep fucking continued, even as its synthetic seed leaked out of my used holes, dripping down my thighs, splattering the bed.

“Primary sanitization cycle complete. Residual contamination detected. Commencing secondary cycle.”

“No more,” I sobbed, the word garbled by the re-invigorated thrusts in my mouth. “Hn...can’t…”

“You are safe. I’m here to help. Proceeding.”

The pace picked up again. The overstimulation was agony and ecstasy fused together. My swollen nipples throbbed under the suckers. My throat was sore, my jaw aching. And yet, the friction, the deep, grinding fills, the sheer fullness.... bliss was building again. And my stupid body was racing toward another peak.

This time, when I came, it was a shuddering climax. And again, the machine followed after me. Each of the penetrating tentacles pulsed and released gushes of fluids. My stomach now had a visible swell. A bulge.

The cycles repeated. I lost count. Orgasm after orgasm, each followed by a flood of fluids from the machine. My belly grew more and more distended, a rounded curve full of its synthetic cum. My bedroom room was filled with our sounds: the machine’s hum, the messy plap-plap, my broken whimpers and the guttural moans I could no longer suppress.

“Deep Cleaning Protocol at eighty-seven percent,” the robot announced calmly, during a brief lull where the tentacles stilled, buried to the hilt inside me. “User demonstrates improved receptivity.”

And... it started again. The thrusts became deeper, harder, faster. The tentacles fucked my brains out, sought spots inside me that made my vision blur. Stuffed me with more of its liquids. I was nothing but a collection of raw nerves, a vessel being scrubbed hollow and then filled again. The red eye watched it all, making me shiver.

The final climax was so strong, I felt it in my very being. My body convulsed and the machine’s release this time was a long pump that made my distended belly gurgle softly. I felt impossibly full, stuffed to the brim, used up.

The tentacles withdrew, one by one, with squelching sounds that made me whimper. They left me gaping, leaking thick, pearlescent streams of its cum onto the sheets. The suckers released my nipples with soft pops, leaving my poor buds reddened and painfully erect. The bindings on my wrists and legs retracted. My limbs felt heavy and numb.

I rolled on my side, curled around the awful fullness in my belly, covered in sweat and tears and the machine’s spend. It hovered over me for a moment, its red eye scanning my curled form.

“Deep Cleaning Protocol complete. User sanitization: optimal. Standby mode activated. Next maintenance cycle scheduled in twenty-four hours.”

It glided silently away from me, down the bed with the help of its tentacles, retreating to a corner of the bedroom. Its panels closed. The red eye dimmed to a faint glow. I lay there quietly, knowing with a certainty that chilled my soul deeper than any fear: it would never let me go again.

It had marked my home as its home and I was its permanent maintenance project.

“Yesss…” Your voice feels weird, like it’s not yours, but the second your hands made contact with his soft fur, you are moaning. Fuck, it does feel so good. “Maybe without clothes…” You are pulling them off your body before the thought fully registers, and you see the tentacle-monster doing the same in your periphery. Perfect. So much skin and fur.

You straddle the werewolf lap, and he moans in sync with you. You move against each other, hands exploring and marveling at each single touch. It’s like everything is amplified, and you want it all. You are grinding your pussy against his dick when the tentacle monster moves closer.

“You two are as high as kites right now, aren’t you?” The tentacle monster sounds absolutely delighted by this fact, his whole body undulating in his way towards you. He’s so fucking hot… You want those tentacles in every single one of your holes.

He positions himself behind you, his tentacles reaching to touch both of your bodies, while you bite down on your werewolf’s neck, and he continues being as vocal as possible about it. Each sound is like a stroke to your clit, and you fucking love it. Vocal monster is where the juice is at, for sure.

A tentacle touches your lower back, and you arch towards him, more than ready to be filled. “I’m going to fuck your holes, is that what you want? I bet you two would sound so pretty while I fuck my tentacles in your holes. Do you want that, darlings?” Your nod comes with a soft moan when one of his tentacles touches your dripping pussy. “Fuck, you are so warm and wet. Velvety soft. You are so fucking perfect. What a perfect human pussy for me.” You don’t see what he’s doing, but you hear his next words and your whole world stops for a second. “And you? Fuck. You are so tight. Has anybody fucked your tight asshole, pet? I bet not. Do you want to? Do you want my tentacles inside of you?” Your werewolf roommate is nodding so fast and hard your whole body is shaking on top of his.

It takes a couple of minutes of teasing before you are begging for him to fuck you already, but he magically produces a bottle of lube that he carefully drips down your crack. You shiver at the temperature, and let out a choked moan when he applies more. It drips down your pussy and onto the werewolf balls… and even lower.

You look over your shoulder to see him using his fingers. The werewolf looks completely dizzy with pleasure, jaw slack and head thrown back. Fuck. That’s so hot.

You are next in the stretching line, his fingers not being as careful with you because he knows you like the sting of a bit of pain. He does a quick work with your ass, and you already know he’s not going to use his bigger tentacles on you. He’s probably saving them for your werewolf roommate. Fuck yes.

“Everyone ready?” His tone is way too cheerful, and makes you giggle while the werewolf nods frantically. Your laughter dies on your mouth when he presses forward, filling both of your holes at the same time. And by the sounds the werewolf is making… filling him nicely, too.

By the time he’s fully inside, you are already begging for more, and the werewolf dick pressing against your lower abdomen is leaking profusely, creating a sinful friction against your skin.

And then all games and amusement are far away from your mind when he starts moving behind you.

The tentacle-monster fucks you in tandem, his tentacles pushing in and out of your holes while he does the same with the werewolf under you. The combination of the wet sounds with the grunts and moans is like a symphony of sin, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Everything feels heightened, everything is too much and too little at once. And you crave more.

You start bouncing, trying to get the tentacles deeper and harder. But what you get is the werewolf dick rubbing against your clit in the most filthy way possible. You are so wet his knot is like the perfect texture, and before you know it you are rubbing yourself against him.

The angle is weird, and it twists the tentacles inside of you in a way that hits a point inside of you that’s like pressing against the pleasure center in your brain with each single thrust. You might be ascending into heaven. Maybe it’s outer space. Maybe you are an astronaut right now, being fucked by a tentacle monster while you grind your wet pussy against a werewolf’s knot. Fuck.

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to embarrass myself,” the werewolf says out loud, and you realize, once more, that your high self is broadcasting the thoughts into the universe.

“No, no. Don’t stop,” the tentacle monster says behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his tentacles holding you down so you can grind harder against the knot. That’s so fucking hot. They both moan at that. “Make him come. Let me see how pretty you two look coming undone around me. Being filled by my tentacles.”

And you are nothing but a good girl who likes following orders, because your movements became frantic and before you can even process it, your orgasm is rocking your whole body and you are gushing over the werewolf knot, clenching over the tentacles in your holes while everyone around you also starts cursing and moaning. It’s perfect. It’s wonderful… There’s a little puddle of werewolf cum against your stomach.

That last thought makes you giggle, which jolts your hips and makes everyone moan again. Your tentacle-monster tries to hold you still, but you are not so easy. You grind your hips against the tentacles once more, milking their oversensitivity while you chase your second orgasm, much to their pleasure and demise.

The second you come again, they completely sag. The werewolf falls back against the mattress, and the tentacle monster plasters his whole front against your back, creating the perfect human sandwich.

“I’ll clean you both… Just… Just give me... a minute,” he blurts out, and you don’t complain. You are more than cozy between them, still filled and clenching.

At the end, your tentacle-monster roommate doesn’t get to clean you up, because you start rolling your hips, making both of them groan… and it ends up in a second round. And a third. Maybe a fourth, things are a bit foggy.