Page 104 of An Invocation of Monsters

This time I will fill you with my seed. His mental voice was guttural and low. I will fill your womb until it cannot hold more.

The stirring became a desperate yearning. I tried to make another sound as the tentacle’s delicate tip encircled my clit, but there was no sound down here.

He brought me up to his face, forcing my legs wider as his facial tentacles splayed out, wrapping around my legs.

A suction cup latched onto my clit, and a thick appendage thrust into me. I groaned soundlessly, writhing in his grasp, completely lost to the physical sensation. It was the only sense I had left.

I wrapped my legs around his neck, arching my back as the tentacle plunged deeper, thickening as it went. There was a gush of slick, thicker and oilier than the water, that would make it easier for my body to handle his massive cock.

It was so strange to gasp and moan and yet make no noise at all.

But I did gasp when I felt another tentacle slide lower, pressing gently against my ass. It was a thicker tentacle, and there was a moment of pressure, then another gush of slick.

It slid easily into my ass after that, the sensation utterly foreign but lighting up all my nerve endings.

This was something I’d never done before, something I’d never even considered.

But now I had three monsters who were eager to mate with me at any time. It stood to reason I’d want to get used to it, because the possibilities were… enticing.

I imagined two monsters, sandwiching me between them, both of them pounding into me… and moaned again, writhing against Drazan’s face.

My filthy-minded little mate, he said in my mind, sounding torn between amusement and lust. We would be happy to take you, all at the same time.

He probed deeper, sucking my clit as the tentacles plunged in and out of both holes. I felt frenzied and overheated despite the coolness of the lake around us, unable to stop riding against him.

I was so full of slick I had no idea how I was going to take his seed, but the tentacles kept engorging, rubbing the oily liquid against my inner walls.

I looked down to see nothing but a row of lights plunging into me, and they were… very wide.

I was taking a tentacle so thick I should’ve been in pain, but all I felt was intense friction and heat.

I want them to fill you, to fill you with so much seed your womb cannot take it. He pushed the thick tentacle in my ass deeper, stretching me around it. I want you to feel so full, until you cannot hold more.

My “Oh god yes!” went unheard. I let out a soundless cry as the tentacles plunged in harder, the suction cup over my clit sucking at me.

I felt like I was filled with fire, ready to make these dreams come true.

My back arched again and several suction cups latched onto my nipples as I rode Drazan’s face. The orgasm was rising swiftly, ready to overtake me.

He sensed it, his tentacles invading my body as far as he’d ever dared to go. He gripped my thighs, holding me against him as I thrust, panting and straining.

And then it was too much, and I was coming, my body clamping down on the tentacles pushing into me. I heard the slightest echo of my scream before it was swallowed by the water.

Then Drazan let out a wordless snarl of desire that filled my mind, blasting through the orgasm, and he jerked me downwards.

The tentacles in my pussy withdrew as he slammed me home onto his cock.

I screamed, writhing against him at the sensation of invasion. He was sucking at me everywhere, at my nipples, my clit, my ass full of slick as he pumped into me.

His cock was thick, but several tentacles slipped in alongside it. I was so full I was going to burst. I couldn’t physically take any more.

And yet he kept thrusting, going deeper and deeper, the tentacles swelling to the point that I’d surely burst. I felt—more than heard—a low rumbling coming from his throat as he drove into me.

Then he tensed, and I felt it as he let out a satisfied groan in my mind: a hot gush of fluid filling me, his tentacles and cock pulsing in unison, and the sensation of flooding made me come again.

He kept going, holding me firmly on his cock as hot seed rushed forth into my spasming pussy. I felt completely swollen with both tentacles and semen, satisfied to the core.

“My god, Drazan,” I said weakly, not expecting him to hear it. But he held me close, still impaled on his shaft, keeping all that seed and slick trapped inside me.

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