Tentacle Entanglement

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I slip my fingers beneath the appendage to dislodge its grip, but it tightens. It looks like he wants an answer to his question. I’m human,” I say through panting breaths. “There’s no way a person like me could breathe, let alone survive in an atmosphere that toxic.” The monster raises his arm in a slicing motion that causes the sound of tearing. My breath catches as a rip forms in the air. Shit. I’d heard of the fabric of time, but this is ridiculous. Every nerve ending on that side of my body tingles in anticipation of those tentacles. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch.

One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan. Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip. The monster hesitates for several moments. I can’t tell if he’s considering my words or deciding whether or not to take a risk with my life, but when he closes the rip in the air, I collapse with relief.I tried to run, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages. I tried to run, of course, but he caught me around the waist and gagged me with one of his slippery appendages. Panic spikes in my heart, pushing me into action. There’s no way I can let a strange man, let alone a creature of unknown origin, put anything inside my body. The clouds concealing the moon part, flooding the room with silver light. I follow the tentacle to find his shadowy outline. Instead, he says in a voice that seems to come from every corner of the room, “Come, my mate. We must leave for my dimension.”

I have work tomorrow, and…” My voice trails off. Is that the best I can say under the circumstances? He pulls me away from the rift in the air and loosens the tentacle gag a little further. “Explain.” With all my spare time spent painting watercolors in the hope that one of them will sell, it’s near impossible to meet decent men. Heat floods the room, explaining why I’d woken up feeling too hot. He must have brought it with him when he entered through the portal. The air becomes acrid with a suffocating scent of sulfur. My eyes itch, then they water, then it feels like tiny claws are scratching my throat. I blink over and over, coughing, choking, gasping for air. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed, claiming to be my soul mate.I’ve never tasted anything finer,” he replies with a low moan that makes my nipples tighten. “Where can I find more?”

I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping.I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. He claimed to be my soul mate, but I’m calling BS. But a few minutes ago, I would have said that monsters were figments of overactive imaginations. Now, I’m suspended three feet off the wooden floorboards by a creature of shadow and tentacles. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. He claimed to be my soul mate, but I’m calling BS.When I told him to get out, he sprouted tentacles.I tried to run, of course, but he caught me around the w... The monster’s tentacles are everywhere—around my waist, between my thighs, and circling my breasts. Do me a favor.” “Yes?” I whisper as we approach the gates. “Next time you’re in the clutches of a psycho and you see someone sneaking up on him, don’t act surprised.” My jaw drops.”