Page 57 of How to Seduce a Slender

“Touchy, touchy. Don’t worry, slendy, I know better than to touch other people’s food,” the mothman chortled, sauntering away from the pair. “Just stay out of my lodge, I’ve trapped several groups of elves this season with that thing and I’m not losing prime hunting ground cause you’ve found yourself a cryptid fucker.”

“Whoa!” Melody barked.

“Sweet girl,” Smith laughed softly in her ear. “Let’s keep going.”

Melody harrumphed, stomping away from the rotting cabin and the hull of the forgotten ship. They walked in eerie silence for a while before she got bored of exploring. Sinking down into a patch of clovers, she propped her back against a tree. Smith sat across from her. He slid down into a jumbled pile of limbs on the ground.

“Who was that?” Melody shifted to sit less on her stinging ass cheeks and more on her hip or side of her thighs.

“I think his name is Mortimore?” Smith’s tone was frustrated.

“He called you by a name?” She watched his body language as his face was truly non-descript to her from this angle.

“My origin name, it’s been ages since I’ve heard it spoken, the full name is spoken in old eldritch. I’d almost forgotten how to pronounce the full thing…” His sigh filled the void of sound in the air.

Melody waited a long moment, mulling over what to say. After a long minute she licked her lips nervously, “Did you want me to still call you Smith?”

“That’s my name. My preferred name. The one that was given to me… My origin name is a conglomeration of sounds and the mortals who dreamed me into existence. It doesn’t mean anything to me. But the word Smith on your lips?” He poked his head up, stealing the air from Melody’s lungs as he scrambled to sit up like a thing with broken bones. “That’s my name.”

Melody flushed, babbling for a moment before finding words, “Well, I mean, if that’s what you prefer…” She trailed off.

“It’ll be daytime soon,” he purred, creeping up to her.

“How can you tell?” Her attention jerked up, scanning the skyline around them. Nothing but ominous, hazy gray.

“I can tell, you can’t.” Smith offered her a hand. Melody climbed to her feet only to feel him slide up behind her. His arms wrapping around her. “As we are taking it slow…you pick your fate, sweet girl. If you wish to simply wake in my arms, you can stay here. But if you were to walk away? To keep heading through the trees.”

“Would I feel it?” She breathed, her lungs struggling to keep up.

Sharp teeth grazed her lobe before he growled directly into her ear, “You’ll feel everything.”

Melody stood there, soaking in his touch for a long moment.Did she?But, if she were being honest with herself, she knew what she wanted. Melody slipped through his hands like swinging doors and sealed her fate. The first few steps away from him, nothing happened. Cold air brushed across her cheeks and the clovers tickled between her toes.

Then, ever so slightly, she felt the slithering of tendrils across her back. Smokey tentacles wrapped around parts of her body, light as a feather. One around her throat, neither constricting nor dangling, perfectly wrapped. Two others crept up from the clovers, each picking a leg. With every step they slunk higher up her leg until they stopped at her knee. Other ones crawled out of her pockets to wrap around her stomach, her thighs, her arms. She was tangled in them. Then the two shadow tips around her chest popped open a button on her nightgown and she felt the tug of them. Like they became solid, they forced her to a hard stop. Melody resisted looking back as more buttons popped open.

Silky, soft, humming tips of tendrils slithers across her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Her nipples were already hard and aching before they curled around them. Eyes fluttering shut, she swayed but never fell. They wouldn’t let her. The tendrils around her thighs bunched up her nightgown, tugging and holding it until the bulk of the fabric sat against her lower belly. Strong tentacles around her calves forced her legs apartjust enoughthat a hand could firmly cup her. Smith’s fingers stroked across the front of the fabric before the tendrils along her legs stole them from her body and banished them into the clovers.Never to be seen again.

Melody’s heart was a thunderstorm, bashing itself against her rib cage. The tendril around her neck kept her head up, an ever-constant reminder that it had ahold of her neck. Her nipples were toyed with by tentacle tips that had little mercy for her trembling thighs. They tugged then lavished until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. Then Smith’s hand returned to her cunt, a dangerous finger stroking her slit through her curls.

“Is this…happening?” The confused questions bubbled around her like he’d suspended her in water.

“Very much so,” He nuzzled a cheek against hers. “Will you come for me, sweet girl?”

Melody sank back into his chest, barely able to open her eyes. The endless woods spun around her, and she had to clamp them shut again to keep herself vertical. Then his fingertip slipped through her curls, dipping into her warmth, and pressed his humming finger against her clit. She cried out. Her knees threatened to collapse but he’d suspended her. There wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t entangled by him. A wash of pleasure rolled over her. Her insides clenched hard, quivering in delight as a long awaited orgasm wrecked her completely.

It didn’t seem to be the end, however.Not as the fluttering of her walls slowed to a steady clench and a tendril pushed deep inside her. Melody gulped down air as it thrust into her, writhing and twisting till her body jerked in reaction. It found her sweet spot. And Smith was merciless. His shadow tentacles thrust into her recklessly, pounding against her insides until she flopped forward against her restraints. Her legs were leaves caught in a hurricane.Holding on for dear life.Warmth trailed down the inside of her legs, coating every tendril on its way down.

“That’s one, but can you come for me again?”

Melody nearly swallowed her tongue as she realized his game.He’s a hunter…and the weaker the prey, the better the catch.His finger circled her clit, driving her wild with his humming touch and desperate tentacle. Her eyes flew open, staring into the muted colored clovers at her feet. He’d let his grip grow slack, allowing her to rest against the restraints with her noodle limbs. But she was still, very much,not going anywhere.

“I can feel it.” His tease floated through her head as the muscles in her legs unconsciously tightened. Melody was no more in control of her mind was she was of him.

And it was utter peace. As another wave of shivering bliss washed over her, rolling down her back like a cold sweat, she was goo once more. His goo. Warmth spilled from her, gushing around the merciless tentacle. The lewd wet smacking sound is what really woke her up.

Melody awoke in warm, wet sheets, listening to the inside churning sounds of a tentacle fucking every last drop from her. Smith had one of her legs draped back over his, one of his hands palming her tits tenderly, and his teeth sunk through the fabric of her dress and into the flesh of her neck. The fingers of his rubbing her clit didn’t seem to stop as he wrung gush after gush from her body.

A low moan fell from her lips as she arched into his touch. Smith’s teeth slowly tugged from her neck. It should have stung. His teeth weren’t smooth, they were jagged like saws, and it plucked at her flesh as he removed them from her…but like a venom, pumping through her veins, all she felt was utter delight. It filled her with warm vibrations down to the bone. Her nipples strained harder, wanting more of his touch. Her cunt ached for more of him. Her clit begged for another.

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