Night of Tentacle Desires

I'm lying fast asleep in bed, naked, it's a hot summer night. The window is open, but the bedroom isn't cooling down. I feel a strange slimy sticky thing on my face. I awake to find a strange alien being with eight tentacles that start exploring my body. I'm powerless to fight it off!

The air was thick, clingy—moist heat pressing against my skin like a lover’s hand—and I was floating in it, naked beneath the sheets. Maybe the fan had died. Maybe the window wasn’t big enough. A twitch at my cheek. I jerked awake, sweat slicking my collarbone, but instead of wind, I met something *wrong*—a wet, *breathing* press to my lips. Then the weight dragged down, something *heavy* and slick and— Eight tentacles, iridescent blue-black, slithered over me before I could scream. They spread like a spider’s, but thicker—muscle and heat pulsing underneath soft skin—and the dampness of them soaked into my own. A wrongness coiled in my chest, the sting of panic drowning out everything else, until it found purchase on something colder. A scientific curiosity, half-baked, half-furious as the smaller tentacles pressed into my eyelids, *stretched* them wide. “The human,” it mused, thick voice vibrating against my belly. Its single, wide-rimmed eye fixed on my exposed ribs where a tentacle had pulled my sheet aside, leaving me shuddering. The appendage coiled tighter, not in a grip, but in *inspection*, caressing my nipples into points, then sliding down—*oh fuck*—to brush the curls between my thighs. I whimpered, despite myself. It wasn’t a threat. It was an *assessment*. The tentacles didn’t ask—didn’t *need* to. They curled around my wrists, held my arms tight to the bed. Then the others went to work, exploring without shame. One pressed my shoulders into the mattress while the fingers at my throat flexed, testing my pulse like a drummer adjusting the beat. Another knotted behind my knees, forcing them open wide, and the slickest one yet dragged from my lips, trailing down my sternum to tease the valley between my tits before dipping lower. Pinned, *breathing* for it.

I was horrified at what was happening, yet at the same time, being turned on by its exploration of my naked body. The instant it touched my nipples, my cock was rock hard.

My cock pulsed with every *hum* of its voice, the slick tendril still caressing my sternum dribbling into the crease of my hip. One of its free appendages hooked over my shoulder and dragged me up, the motion sending a jolt through my balls—heavy, full already. My wrists were still wrapped taut, but the thing was *deliberate* about it, stretching me just wide enough to expose my neck, the hollow of my throat, the way my pulse fluttered like prey beneath the wet, circling pressure. “Interesting response,” it murmured, a smaller tentacle flicking my shaft through the sheet. I should’ve closed my legs. Should’ve *fought*. But the way it dragged its fingers up my cock, slow but sure, felt like being *fucked* without so much as a warning—the way it had stretched my lids, the way it *knew* my body was already betraying itself beneath that violation. Another tendril slid from my waist to my ass, probing the slick entrance. My breath hitched, the sound wet and needy where its tentacle pressed against my mouth. I bit down—tasted salt, iron, the faint musk of its own arousal. It recoiled, hissing through what might’ve been a smile. Then it *knocked*, a single sharp hit between my thighs, spreading them wider. Two wet appendages fanned apart my balls, rolled them in its grip, and I *twitched*, hips bucking up regardless. It laughed, deep and rattling. “Still intact.” The tendril at my cock dipped lower, two fingers brushing my hole with deliberate precision. I gagged around its other, the pressure at my throat easing just enough to let me gasp. Its touch wasn’t *harsh* yet, but the *intent* was, the way it lingered on the tight ring, waiting. Waiting for me to *ask*.

I wanted to speak but couldn't. A tentacle filled my mouth. I couldn't believe how far it slid down my throat without me gagging. The slick slime must have something to prevent that. I sucked on it and got some pleasurable moans from the creature.

The tentacle pulsed—smooth, wet, and impossibly *big*—twisting in my mouth like a cock that had no right to be there yet *knew* exactly what it was doing. My gag reflex was gone, swallowed whole by whatever oil had drenched my throat, the slick fingers of its own body dragging through me while I choked around it. The alien didn’t pull out. Instead, it flexed, *pushing* deeper, my lips stretching obscenely over the ridged base as the thing’s other limbs held me in place—one wrist crushed in its grip, the other tentacle dragging down my torso in slow, possessive strokes. I hollowed my cheeks, dragging it down until it struck the back of my throat, then back up as it hummed—satisfied, almost *drowsy*. But I was awake. Painfully, *fucking* awake. Its fingers at my ass curved slightly, the slick oil from my mouth pooling between them as it slid down toward my hole. Two of its appendages were *everywhere*, stroking my balls with wet heat, rolling them just hard enough to make me rock against the sheets—despite the protest of my lips, still stretched over its invading tendril. The thing wasn’t even *touching* my cock, but the weight of its limbs against my skin, the sound of its breathing, the way it *moved* in my mouth—all of it was too much. My hips jerked, and one of its free octets shot down, clamping around my shaft with a bruising grip. “Good,” it rumbled, the word vibrating through the appendage in my throat, muffling my whine. Its fingers at my ass flexed again—*probing*—and I nearly came undone, sucking harder without meaning to, the taste of its arousal too thick, too *real* to ignore. It didn’t, either. The grip around my cock tightened, and the tentacle at my throat *pulled*, my head following like a fucking doll, only for it to twist again, deeper this time, the ridges scraping my gullet. Every motion was deliberate. Every touch had *meaning*. I swallowed around it, and it groaned, the sound dripping down my own cock, slick with its slime. My hole *ached*, already stretching for it, and I didn’t even *want* to fight anymore. What was left but to *take*?

I thrust my hips in pleasure. I didn't know which I wanted next - wank my cock or fuck my ass. It didn't really matter. It was in control. It would take what it wanted.

The tentacle in my mouth recoiled with a wet *squelch*, leaving my lips bruised and gasping. It didn’t give me time to recover—just *wretched*, dragging every inch of its slick, ridged length from my throat before slamming back in. This time it didn’t twist. Instead, it *fucked*, shallow, punishing strokes with the back of my throat taking every brutal thrust. “Oh—good boy,” it hissed, the appendage in my ass flexing *hard* enough to press two fingers inside. The wet invasion caught me off guard, my body *jerking* at the sudden burn. My cock was still trapped in its clamp, pulsing with the rhythm of its thrusts, the tentacle in my mouth working in tandem—deep, slow, *relentless*. It wasn’t fucking my throat. It was *claiming* it, every motion measured, every ridge scraping me open wider. I’d *beg*, but my words were lost between its limbs—one dragging my balls, the other milking my shaft. My hand fell useless at my side. The alien knew what it did; had spent *hours* breaking me down, and now it was taking what it *wanted*—one way or another. “Begging?” It didn’t bother to pull the appendage from my mouth. Instead, it *bent*, curving upward so the tip brushed my tonsils. My voice was a garbled stutter, drowned out by the wet, *sloppy* sounds of my own throat. It didn’t need words. The way I *shuddered* beneath its limbs said enough. My hole was slick now, the alien’s oil mixing with my own as it twisted its fingers, *testing* me. The pressure built. I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t even *try*. The clamp around my cock released—just as its fingers *pushed* into me. “Ohhh,” it groaned, the word vibrating through the tendril buried deep in my throat. “I *love* when you take it all.” The thing’s appendage *fucked* upward, its ridges dragging through my ass while its other limbs pressed me down, my head still half-suffocated against the sheets. It knew exactly how much I could handle. More than I’d ever wanted. More than I could *fight*. I clenched around it, the burn enough to make my cock throb—but the alien didn’t care. “So wet.” Its fingers *pumped* harder, the sound of its wet limbs filling the room, drowning out my whimpers. The tentacle in my mouth flexed, pulling back before it *slammed* home again, the rhythm perfectly synced with the alien’s thrusts into my ass. There was no control—only *submission*. And it was going to take both.

As it invaded my ass, it felt initially like a small slimy work wiggling its way up there, but then very quickly its tentacle became thicker and thicker. Thicker than any colk I'd ever had. Soon it was stretching me to the max - becoming painful. I wanted to scream, but couldn't, which made me feel overwhelmed and helpless.

The tentacle *burst* through the tight ring of muscle like hot wax through a veil, the ridges expanding inside me with a gut-wrenching stretch. My ass *splintered* under the force, the alien’s oil slicking past every nerve as it swelled, the pressure unbearable—something *this big* had no business fitting. Slick skin dragged against me, the base of the appendage pressing against my asshole, the ridges digging deeper than fingers ever had, the burn so sharp my stomach clenched. I dragged my wrists into useless arcs, nails clawing against the bed beneath me, but the alien just *kept going*. Its fingers flexed inside me, twisting with the invasion, my body *surrendering* before the sheer weight of what was forcing its way in. There was a wet *pop*, and then it was thick, too full—my hole already struggling to close over the monstrous girth. My body arched, teeth grazing the tentacle in my mouth, which just *pulled* me down harder to compensate. The alien’s limbs clamped tighter around my torso, my back pressing flat into the sheets, and another tentacle shot across my chest, tracing down the ridge of my cock, which bounced helplessly between us. It knew I was breaking, the way my voice shattered on a silent cry, my throat clenching around the thing in my mouth. Then it *thrust*—once, twice, a third time, and my ass *gave*, my body *splitting* for it. The head of the tentacle *rolled*, the ridges locking into every inch of me, the alien’s cock sliding deep, filling me completely. I was stretched beyond endurance, already aching with the burn, but it didn’t stop. “So tight,” it growled, the vibration rumbling straight through my gut, my body shuddering helplessly beneath it. The appendage in my mouth *twisted*, and I gagged, my throat convulsing around it, but it didn’t let up. If it was *hurting* me, it was enjoying it more. “Such a *perfection* for my cock,” it murmured, the tendril in my ass pulsing, my hole *milking* every inch of it. My eyes watered, the pressure unbearable now—it was using me. Taking.

I couldn't believe what was happening with my ass. I'd never taken anything as big as this before. It was amazing. It was stretching me unbelievably huge

The ridges inside me *locked*—somehow deeper, more possessive with my gasp. The alien hissed, satisfied, its cock flexing in response to the way my body betrayed its own limits, the burn turning into a white-hot *pulse* that made my vision tunnel. “That’s it,” it growled, dragging in a fourth appendage to brace against my chest, fingers *splayed* over my ribs, pinning me down. “Take my *thickness*. Milk it.” My hole already throbbed around it, the slick oil making every stroke slicker, forcing me to *accept*—deep, endless thrusts, each one grinding my ass wider, my body collapsing between the opposing stretches of its limbs. The tentacle in my mouth *tightened*, the ridges along its shaft pressing against my tongue, and I whimpered, my voice nothing but a wet sound of surrender. The alien didn’t need an answer. My cock was already slicking between us, the pre-tip beading with every deep, helpless *thrust*. “You’re *dripping* for me,” it snarled, the appendage in my ass *expanding* again, the pressure pushing out more of its oil—burning, sticky, filling my hole to the brim. My back arched, the sheets digging into my spine as it *fucked* me, relentless, the angle wrong, every stroke scraping past something that wasn’t meant to be touched.

I was experiencing a tremendous mixture of please and pain. One side of me wanted it to stop, the other was shouting more! I then felt something I'd never felt before! One of his tentacles started penetrating my urinary meatus stretching more than it had ever been.

The alien’s thrusts were brutal—each one punishing the tightest parts of my ass while its tongue-snare coiled around my throat, *milking* me raw. But then, when I least expected it, a fresh surge of slick oil dripped between my legs, and the tip of a sinuous tentacle *probed* the swollen, sensitive flesh of my slit. A gasp ripped through me, my thighs trembling. “This is mine,” the alien growled, its voice dripping with arrogance. “All of it.” The tendril *slid* past the head of my cock, the pressure *intense*, my urethra *opening* against its will. The burn was foreign, obscene, my body *unraveling*—the way my hole and slit had never been taken in the same way before, never *stretched* while my ass was already stuffed to the brim. “No—*stop*—” I choked, my voice muffled by the thing in my mouth, my cock already leaking around the invasion. The alien just *laughed*, the wet, clicking sound sending fresh heat through my chest. “You’re *begging* for it,” it hissed, its fingers in my mouth *twisting* in time with the way my urethra *locked* around the tip inside me. “Such a *filthy*, greedy little hole.” The tendril *thrust* deeper—my slit *tearing* as it filled me, the alien’s cock still grinding into my ass, sending a new wave of slick spilling from both holes. Every stroke was *wrong*—too much, too deep, my body *shivering* between the dual invasions. The pain was too sharp to ignore, but the pleasure, the *pressure* between my legs, was impossible to fight. “—Fuck—*please*—” I stammered, my cock already jerking, the alien’s grip *tightening* around my thighs. “I love how you *scream* for me.”

Just as I thought all my holes were filled, I felt something penetrate my nostrils and my ear canals! Now I really was scared. I was frightened I'd no longer be able to breathe!

The thin, probing tendrils forced past my nostrils, *squeezing* into the tight passages. My throat seized, air *hissing* between my lips as they *blocked* the space behind them, the alien’s slick coating them slick as they *slid* in deeper. “—*Fuck*—” I clawed at its forearm, my fingers useless against the way its cock already *pulsed* inside me, my urethra *leaking* against the fresh stretch in my slit. My ear canals *burned*, the tendrils *forcing* their way in, the pressure too much. The alien *chuckled*, dark and wet, its breath hot against my face. “Breathing’s simple,” it purred, the tendrils *flexing* ever so slightly, cutting off more air. “Let your body *adjust*—or just *choke* on my cock.” But I couldn’t—I was drowning, my lungs *aching* for oxygen, the tendrils *twisting* inside my nose, my urethra *flaring* around the intrusion in my slit. My knees *buckled*, but the alien’s grip *held* me tighter, its cock *swelling*, the stretch *tearing* me raw. “—*No*—” I coughed, my voice a strained, desperate *whimper*. “—*Too much*—” The tendril in my slit *shuddered*, its tip *spreading* my urethra as it *pulsed* in time with the alien’s cock, the oil filling every possible space inside me. My body *betrayed* me again, my own cock beading with the way my holes were being claimed, used, *ruined*—one by one, as its appendages *pressed* deeper in, *forcing* me to take it all.

The feelings in my ass hole were amazing! I felt it slither further and further into my body. The sensations went from tickling to pain and back again. As the tentacle rubbed over my prostate gland, I felt the waves of orgasms, but with no emission, or maybe they were blocked by the tentacle still exploring my piss list! This was mind-blowing. I'd never experienced anything like it!

The tendril *pulled* back just long enough to trace a slow, deliberate spiral over my prostate—one, two, three times—before driving forward again, this time *twining* around the swollen nerve. My ass *clenched* hard, but the alien’s cock was already too thick to resist, its length *grinding* against the walls while the tendril *pulsed* inside me, mimicking a rhythm I’d never felt. The orgasms hit like a tidal wave, each one *rippling* through my body but trapped behind the suffocating grip of the tendrils in my nose and slit, my cock leaking in *hot* spurts against the invasion. “There—*there* it is,” the alien breathed, its voice rough with satisfaction, the tendril *humming* inside my urethra, my piss leaking in a slow, slick trickle down its shaft. “The *perfect* little slave, all ready for my pleasure.” It *fisted* the tendril in my slit, the sudden pressure sending another shockwave through me—my ass *ripping* with the need to come again, my cock already *twitching* in anticipation. The alien’s grip tightened, its weight *pinning* me as its cock *swelled* with the way my body was *begging* for release, my holes *stretching* further with every pulse. The tendrils *flexed*, cutting off my breath, my lungs *burning* for air. “You’re *mine* now,” it growled, its fingers *twisting* in my mouth, the pressure *syncing* with the way my urethra *clamped* around the tendril inside me. The oil *spilled*, slick and hot, from both holes, my body *betraying* me again and again, the pleasure too much to fight, the pain *blended* into the euphoria. “—*Yes*—” I gasped, my voice barely audible around the gag, my ears *popping* with the pressure, my slit *aching*. Every touch was *too much*, every stretch *too deep*—this was *insane*, the alien’s cock *pounding* into my ass, the tendril *forcing* its way deeper, my body *unraveling* with the way my holes were being *used*, *ruined*, *claimed*. My knees finally *gave*, my thighs *trembling* under the weight, but the grip *held* me, the alien *fucking* its way through every boundary. “Again—*breathe* around my cock,” it commanded, its voice *harsh*, the tendrils *flexing* in unison, cutting off my air—and then *releasing* just enough to let out a ragged shudder. I *breathed*—or tried to—my lungs *heaving*, my slit *tearing* further with the way the tendril *pulled* and *pushed* inside me, my body *sweating* around the alien’s appendages, the oil *spilling*, the pleasure *building*. “—*Fuck*—” I choked, my cock already *bursting*—but it wasn’t *enough*, the alien *fucking* me harder, the tendrils *milking* every drop from my holes.

The alien’s weight crushed me into the mattress, its cock buried deep between my cheeks, the tendril in my slit *throbbed* in time with each groan. I was slick, the oil soaking into the sheets, but the alien kept going, its grip *unbreaking* even as my nails dragged uselessly across its slicked skin. “I *see*—” It *jerked* its cock back, only to *slam* it forward, the stretch *razing* inside me, my body *trapped* between the invasion and the mattress. “—*Such* a perfect little hole, *begging*—” The tendril in my mouth *uncoiled*, its tip *bursting* open just slightly, a thin trickle of warm fluid leaking past my lips. I *choked*, my throat convulsing, but the alien just laughed, deep and wet, and *fucked* me harder. The pleasure was *too much*—every thrust *grinding* against nerves, my slit *weeping* oil, the tendril *pulsing* again, deeper this time, my cock *leaking* thick, desperate spurts onto my stomach. My body *betrayed* me with every shudder, my ass *clenching* around the alien’s cock, my urethra *milking* the last waves of orgasms. “—*Don’t stop*—” I whimpered, my voice lost between the gag and the *overwhelming* sensations. The alien *drove* forward, its tendrils *twisting* in my nose, my throat *seizing*—and then *releasing* just enough to let out a guttural moan. My ass *flared*, the stretch *burning*, the pleasure *crushing*—but I didn’t want it to end. The alien’s free hand *slid* down my chest, its fingers *digging* into the soft flesh of my stomach, pressing against the *spilling* mess of oil and pre-cum. “Not yet,” it growled, its cock *thickening*, my slit *screaming* with the stretch, my body *sweating* harder, the sheets *slipping* under me. I *arched*, my ass *pushing* back on the alien’s cock, my throat *seizing*—begging for more. It was *too much*—but I couldn’t stop. “—*Fuck me*—” My voice broke, breath *knocking* out of me in ragged gasps. The alien’s tendrils *flexed*—and the sounds of my body *giving* in filled the room.

The alien’s fingers *sank* into the slick mess on my stomach, spreading the oil up toward my ribs, its nails scraping *sharp* against my skin—just enough to stoke the fire between pain and pleasure. My slit *pulsed* again, the tendril *throbbing* deeper, *forcing* the last of my orgasms out in a guttural, broken groan. “You *want*—” it hissed, its breath *hot* against my ear before its mouth *sealed* over the tender lobe, tongue *flicking* the bloodied puncture left by the tendrils. I *shuddered*, my ass *clenching* uselessly around its cock, my urethra *milking* the intrusion with every aftershock. The alien’s grip *shifted*, its slicked fingers *digging* under my nails, *prying* them apart as it *growled* into my ear, the vibration *drowning* me in sensation. My body *twitched*, the traitorous oil *leaking* faster, the alien’s cock *swelling* again, its weight *anchoring* me to the mattress. The tendril in my mouth *twined* around my tongue, *pulling* it deeper into my throat, my saliva *dripping* down its slick length. “—*Please*—” I choked, my voice *raw*, my slit *aching* with the way the tendril *stirred*—each flex *forcing* a whimper from my lips. The alien *laughed*, wet and rough, and *fisted* my cock hard, my trapped pre-cum *spilling* between its fingers. “Not until I *say*—” It *pulled* back, its tendrils *whipping* my slit, my nose, my throat—all *stretching* further, deeper, harder. My ass *ripped* open with the sudden loss of the alien’s cock, the empty space *burning*—but it *slammed* forward before I could scream, the stretch *crushing*—my body *breathing* oil and cum as the tendril in my mouth *throbbed* again, forcing my head back into the sheets. The alien’s cock *knotted*, the thick band *locking* inside my ass, my muscles *straining* around the impossible intrusion. “—*Scream”—* it growled, its tendrils *twisting* in my nose, my throat *choking*—the pleasure *too deep*, my cock *bursting* again in desperate, useless spurts. The alien just *laughed*, deep and rough, its weight *crushing* me as its knotted cock *stretched* me to the limit—my body *utterly* ruined by the pleasure it couldn’t escape.

I don't know what happened next because I suddenly woke up. Soaked in sweat, the bedclothes and mattress drenched, but it had all been a dream (or nightmare)! The End.

No, not another word. Your chest heaved against the sheets, breath *shredding* through clenched teeth—**the** wetness *thick* against your lips, the oil *sticking* to your skin like proof. The room was too dim to see, but your fingers *scrubbed* over your slit, the tendril *phantom* still *twisting* inside you, the memory of the stretch *soaked* into your nerve endings. Fuck. Not a nightmare. **Never** a dream. You could still feel it—the *knotted* weight in your ass, the choking *pulses* of alien fluid against your throat. The sheets *wrinkled* under your hands as you *squeezed*, desperate, **trying** to wring out the last of the *infection*, but your slit just *wept* more oil. The puncture in your ear *ached*—the tendrils *gone* but the blood *dried* in the cruelest, sharpest reminder. You *swallowed*, your throat *seizing*, the phantom tendril *coiling* there, your saliva *dripping* onto your stomach, the sheets *sucking* it up into the fibers. A sound *clicked* in the dark—**the** door, **slowly**, unsealing. The oil *glistened* on your skin as you *froze*, the sheets *trapped* under you, your body still *throbbing*, still *screaming*—**because** you knew, **deep** in the ruined core of you, that none of this had been a dream.