Bred to the Tentacle (Reluctant Tentacle Breeding Erotica)
Between vacation, a new beach house with the perfect view, and more time to spend with her husband, Megan couldn't be happier.
But when the peace of her picture-perfect new life is shattered by a tentacled monster with an insatiable urge to breed, Megan discovers that danger is everywhere...even in paradise.
This 3,000 word story contains explicit tentacle sex and reluctant monster breeding. More
Her first reaction was to scream, but no sound came. When she tried to twist away, it only got worse. Another slimy appendage wrapped around her waist, her leg, her neck. Panic overtook her, but struggling only made the things tighten.
Scanning the room for anything in arm's reach that might help her escape, Megan's eyes fell on the heavy oak dresser they had pulled, huffing and cursing, into the bedroom that morning. The attached vanity mirror was pointing upward, but there was just enough of the glass visible to see herself in. Squinting at the reflection, her eyes quickly widened in shock.
A writhing mass of pale green tentacles, easily seven or eight feet tall, filled the space behind her; each of the wet appendages holding her in place belonged to this horrific creature.
Megan tried once more to scream, or at least to a make sound loud enough to rouse her sleeping husband. When she opened her mouth, the tentacle pressed against it shot between her lips, filling her mouth and effectively gagging her. It was smooth and tasted salty, like ocean spray.
She could only watch in the mirror as one of the arms looped around her back, popping one of the nightgown's thin straps. Then the other. The cloth fell forward, folding over on itself to reveal the creamy flesh of Megan's breasts. Instinctively she moved to hide them, forgetting that her arms were pinned down.
The questing tentacle followed the curve of her shoulder, slithering down the valley of her cleavage to wrap around her left breast...