I love it.
The sight of myself like this—wrapped in tentacles, athismercy—this memory is going to get me there in the nights when I go to sleep alone… wanting. This memory and a little buzzing helper.
He doesn’t wait for me to suck him this time. No, this time he fucks my throat like he has a right to it. Like I’m his and he’s going to make me swallow him down.
I should hate that feeling of being owned. I should struggle against it.
But I can’t.
I watch him take me, and my hips squirm, wanting more. Ifeelempty.
He wraps a tentacle around my hips while the tip of another slithers along my pussy. When he plays with my clit, I want to scream, but the sound is choked by the one filling my mouth.
The pleasure mixed with need makes me ache, but when I fight his control, he only holds me down tighter.
The tentacle retreats from my mouth and slowly wraps around my throat.
If not for the bot, that might worry me, but the gentle pressure just adds to the need I feel. I want to ask why he isn’t fucking me… I want to know why my weeping pussy doesn’t get to join the fun.
He has to feel it as his sucker’s cover over it and latch onto me.Nothingis getting in, but the suction makes me dizzy and my head starts to swim as he brutalizes my clit. As his suckers pull hard on my nipples and squeeze in all the right places.
He hits that perfect pressure and rhythm on my clit and my eyes cross, my toes curl and I can’t stop myself from mewling. The pressure overflows and I can’t?—
My pussy clenches around the emptiness as my orgasm rushes through me.
I come like he’s just found a secret pleasure point inside me, and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet.
My cries echo around the booth and I buck and squirm on him, but his grip doesn’t let me get away, and I’m glad.
Gladder still, when that need to fight fades and I sag in his embrace.
But my eyes fly wide when his suckers release my pussy and hefinallypresses inside.
“Yes,” I whisper. I would beg if he wasn’t giving me everything I want.
I lean into the tentacle wrapped around my shoulder, rubbing my cheek against it with a different kind of need. It’s just as soft as he is right now.
This is a calm I don’t think will last. Like the eye of a hurricane, it’s not the end.
But I relish this pause as he fills me with easy strokes. One tentacle becomes two, stretching me open.
“He has asked for consent to penetrate you with his actual phallus.”
Hisactual…? “I thought their cocks were what they were supposed to offer in the first place.”
“All participants are given options. This one has previously kept his phallus to himself, with the understanding that he needs consent to use it.”
I almost say “yes” without any other questions. But if he’s chosen to keep it hidden thus far… “Is it scary or something?”
“I am not programmed to quantify fear. I am allowed to display it for you.”
“Show me.”
The mirror in front of me zooms in on us, focusing on the one part of him inside the booth that isn’t touching me.
It’s another tentacle… kind of. So similar to the others, but with slits instead of suckers… all the way around.
“There is a disclaimer as well.”The bot makes a whirring sound and I don’t have to ask it to tell me.“His species historically marked their mates. Their cum has staining properties.”
