The last thing Tess remembers before waking up in the strange, bright room is going for her evening jog.
That's when the voice speaks to her. It tells her that it wants to create a hybrid between their two species, using Tess. If she gives her body willingly, she will enjoy it.
That's when the tentacles come out of the walls and grab hold of her.
Warning: this 3207 word story contains explicit alien tentacle sex, oral, double penetration, bondage, and breeding. For mature readers only.
A fourth tentacle leapt out from another hole and grabbed the wrist of her one free hand. They had her. Tess pulled and struggled against them, but she could hardly move. They were strong; the more she wrenched at them, the tighter they wound around her wrists and ankles.
She began losing feeling in her hands and feet, they squeezed her so much.
The walls of the room absorbed her moans and whimpers as Tess tired herself out trying to free her limbs from the iron grasps of the tentacles. Then even more of them seemed to erupt from all the previously empty spots on the floor, walls, and ceiling. They wrapped around her stomach, her breasts, her neck.
She felt the coils of the one around her neck shift as the tip moved up to wave in front of her face. Even though it had no eyes, it seemed to be appraising her. As she watched, clear fluid leaked from the slit at its tips, and its entire length seemed to tremble a little.
It moved forward until it bumped against her lips, leaving them wet with the clear, sticky, and warm fluid. She couldn’t help getting a little of the stuff in her mouth.
Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. The tentacle was leaking precum. It wanted her body. They wanted her body.
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Published July 31, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.