Sheila's Tentacle Revenge (Paranormal Monster Alien Menage Erotica)
Sheila's finally divorced her useless husband Bernard. Better yet, she managed to get both the house and custody of the purple blob of a tentacle monster she now affectionately calls 'Dexter'! But when Bernard barges into Sheila's house demanding to exercise his visitation rights, Sheila simply can't figure out how to kick him out. It's up to Dexter to settle the feud... the only way he knows how! More
Sheila's finally divorced her useless husband Bernard. Better yet, she managed to get both the house and custody of the purple blob of a tentacle monster she now affectionately calls 'Dexter'! But when Bernard barges into Sheila's house demanding to exercise his visitation rights, Sheila simply can't figure out how to kick him out. It's up to Dexter to settle the feud... the only way he knows how!
[WARNING: This 4200 word erotic experience contains juicy conflict, a divorced couple, a paranormal blob of a tentacle monster, hot paranormal action, a menage, double and triple penetration from tentacles, all sorts of tentacle based sex, restraint, suspension in mid air and much more! Adults only!]
Sheila's palm had never found its way to her face so quickly. Bernard was hopeless.
And this, is why you divorced his ass, isn't it? Sheila thought, reaffirming her decision as the correct one.
"Nevertheless, what's important is that I'm here, you're also here, as much as I don't want you to be, but since we're all here in what used to be our basement, why don't we…" Bernard's voice trailed off. Maybe he didn't understand his ex-wife and still didn't now, but he didn't see how that was supposed to get in his way of an early Saturday morning filled with the carnal pleasures of the paranormal.
"Ugh, whatever. I'm not in the mood anymore. Do whatever you want." Sheila sighed, throwing her hands up in the air. Maybe it was Bernard's plan this whole time to turn her off so much she'd finally let him spend some time alone with Dexter. But she didn't care. Bernard only had three hours with Dexter whenever he visited and Sheila was comfortably certain that by morning, when she woke up all fresh and ready to start her day, the bastard of her ex-husband would be gone.
Besides, Dexter needed its hourly hosing to retain moisture; otherwise it would start to shrivel up like a dried prune. With Bernard taking over, Sheila thought she might finally have a good night's rest after such a long awhile.
Waait a minute. She stopped in her tracks. Was this why Bernard seemed slightly too eager to let her keep Dexter? She didn't notice this before in her one track aim to keep the tentacle monster on her side, but having Dexter as a pet was a major commitment. And with guaranteed visitation rights, Bernard could enjoy what Dexter offered without physically committing towards its hourly watering, feeding among other things.
That fucking slimy weasel.
"Ahhh!" Sheila screamed as she tripped on a step, her anger quickly dissipating into panic. She shut her eyes, falling forward, arms outstretched, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be hurt too bad.
But just as suddenly, something strong and wet quickly wrapped itself round her torso, lifting her off the steps and into the air.
"Dexter! You saved me!" Sheila moaned in delight, finding all those late night feedings and other annoyances suddenly very worth it.
Mooooan. Dexter rumbled, holding an eager Bernard up with a single strong tentacle as well.
Oh no. Sheila had heard Dexter make this sort of sound before. In fact, she had heard it very often and almost exclusively when she was getting pounding in all her holes by Dexter's many tentacles.
"No, not with Bernard around!" Sheila pleaded. But from the looks of things, she was going to share Dexter with her ex-husband whether she liked it or not.
Available ebook formats: