Painfully ordinary Beth finds herself alone in a loveless world – Until an extraordinary encounter rocks her to the core. Will she have what it takes to satisfy dozens of sexually charged tentacles? And will she be able to mother the savior of an alien race?
Warning this explicit 3700 word short story is intended for adults only! It contains: Forced impregnation, tentacle sex, double penetration and more. 18+ Only
The narrow, trodden path before her barely illuminated by the pale sliver of the moon up above, she stopped in her tracks and removed her glasses. Blind without them, but nearly blinded with how dirty they were, she had to. A long sigh left her, certain that were her follower to reveal his face it would be then, because, wouldn't that be her luck to see him through the haze of her uncorrected vision.
Suddenly she froze at the sensation – of an arm? – wrapping around her ankle and continuing up further. But arms don't coil around... and why is it snaking up my skirt? She thought.
Just as she mounted her glasses back on her face and caught sight of the tentacle glowing luminescent in the dark, her eyes closed tight as it probed at her panties. She tried to scream, but the other tendril fell over her mouth.
Despite her best efforts to get away. Despite her bites, kicks, punches, the arms pressed in harder, tighter, securing her in their grasp. The one under her skirt threaded through the waistband of her underwear and wrenched them down to her knees.
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Published August 21, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.