Claimed by the Tentacle (Reluctant Tentacle Breeding Erotica)
Kara's dream of going into space has turned into a life full of routines. To make matters worse, she is stuck working with a man who seems oblivious to her feelings for him.
But when her job puts Kara face-to-face with a tentacled creature determined to claim her body, will she fight back or give in to desire?
This 4000 word story features forceful tentacles and rough sex in every hole! More
The creature was inside the pod with her.
Kara wanted to scream but no sound would come. This can’t be happening, she thought. In the blink of an eye the glistening mass of tentacles lashed out, hoisting her aloft and forcing her spread-eagled while one of the larger arms started to investigate her body. It snaked its way around her neck and wriggled underneath her suit where the helmet had left a gap.
The tentacle was slick against her body, covered in countless tiny suckers that puckered and pulled gently at her skin as it traveled south, sliding between the sensitive valley of her breasts. The tentacle strained against the fabric of her flight suit.
There was a loud pop as one of the seams burst. More followed soon after, until Kara’s ample bosom spilled out into the cool air of the pod. The first tentacle was joined by a second, and each coiled around one of her breasts. They squeezed tentatively. As the tip of one tendril passed over her nipple, it elicited an involuntary gasp from Kara that seemed to surprise the creature.
Of course, it was difficult to actually tell. She wasn’t even sure if the thing could be confused. It tested her again, this time choosing to tease her nipples into stiff mounds with a ring of suckers. It felt like a dozen tiny mouths, each one gently licking, suckling.
Though she hated to admit it, Kara found the feeling almost pleasurable.
Another pair of groping appendages rose below to tear away what scraps remained of the flight suit, leaving Kara naked and defenseless. One of the tentacles wove its way slowly up her leg like creeping ivy, leaving a clear, slick trail from her ankle all the way to her inner thigh, where it was tracing senseless shapes onto her sensitive skin.
Kara noted with detached clarity that the creature was learning about her body through stimulus responses – it waited to see how she reacted to each touch and probe.
One of the tentacles released its hold on her breast and moved upward, tickling her throat before the tip of it came to rest on her bottom lip. Kara lifted her chin and squirmed in an attempt to keep it away, but to no avail...