I stepped closer until her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, my gaze lowering to hers as my tentacles curled and tangled loosely around us, and fuck, I couldn’t help but give in—not when she was looking at me like that.
“So you want it rough, do you?” I said, my voice dropping low, already imagining all the possibilities.
“Yes,” she breathed.
That was all the permission I needed. Before she could take another breath, two of my tentacles shot out, wrapping securely around her waist and lifting her with ease as her legs fastened around my hips. My mouth captured hers, and I could already feel her shifting against me, seeking friction as she pressed herself against the hardness beneath my pants.
I carried her toward the back porch, our lips still locked together until I finally set her down just long enough to turn her toward the sturdy wooden railing overlooking the moonlit beach below.
Another tentacle slid along her body before slipping beneath the hem of her dress. In one smooth motion, it hooked her panties and dragged them down, leaving them pooled at her ankles, while another tentacle hiked the skirt of her dress up, leaving her beautifully bare to me and the cool night air.
I felt goosebumps rise across her skin as my tentacles moved everywhere at once. One wrapped around her thigh, holding her legs open for me, while another began a slow, teasing exploration. The flat, suckered tip traced a deliciously slow path up her inner thigh, drawing a shiver from her, and I could feel her pleasure echo into my own body like it was a feedback loop of raw sensation.
It moved higher, teasing the most sensitive places but never quite giving her what she needed, until she was whimpering and pressing her hips back against me in a silent, desperate plea.
Finally, I let it brush between her legs until I found her clit and began to slowly circle it, adding just a bit of pressure with my suckers and drawing a moan from her lips that was like music to my ears.
Fuck, I could get off to her little noises alone.
I continued drawing even more beautiful sounds from her until her hands desperately gripped the railing, and I watched as her knuckles turned white. Her hips bucked, and I knew what she wanted as I let my tentacle curl inward, sliding easily into her already soakedpussy as I thrust into her without giving her time to adjust.My little human had said she wanted it rough, so that was precisely what she was going to get.
I added another, then a third, and fuck—she was so incredibly tight, like it was the first time all over again. My entire body reacted; the rest of my tentacles twitched and coiled restlessly, as if all eight of them wanted to be inside her. My own cock, trapped in my pants, strained hard and aching with need. I knew, with absolute certainty, that if I buried myself inside her right now, I wouldn’t make it to my morning clients. I would keep her right here on this porch, driving into her until the sun came up, until neither of us could walk.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I growled, leaning over her as my chest pressed against her back. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Is this what you wanted? To be bent over and fucked where anyone could see?”
“Fuck yes, more please, Octavius, more!”
My tentacles began to piston into her, setting a brutal, unforgiving rhythm. Another tentacle wrapped around her throat—not enough to truly cut off her air, but tight enough for the threat to be real if she didn’t behave as I continued to work her over. Each thrust drove a cry from her lips, her body rocking forward with the force as the porch rail creaked.
My tentacles moved inside her, and I could feel her inner walls clenching around me, trying to pull me in deeper, only driving me to push harder. This was what she wanted—rough, raw, and possessive—and I was more than willing to give it to her.
But the ache in my pants was becoming unbearable, and I knew I needed to do something. While three of my tentacles continued to push in and out of her, another slid back toward my own body, curling around thewaistband of my pants and tugging them down just enough to free my straining cock. It sprang free, hard and already leaking at the tip, desperate to be buried inside her.
My tentacle immediately wrapped around the thick length, the suckered underside creating a slick, gripping friction as I began to stroke myself, moving in a smooth, practiced rhythm that dragged a low groan from my chest. Kara let out a soft laugh, and I knew she had already caught on, that she knew exactly what I was doing.
“Please, Octavius,” she begged, her voice ragged with need, a need I could feel vibrating through her entire body. “I need your cock inside me baby. Please... now.”
I knew I had an early morning and that I should end this before I forgot about my clients,but this was Kara. Who was I to deny her? Who was I to deny myself?
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her, already stretched and sensitive from my tentacles. I didn’t pull them out, though. Instead, I pushed forward, easing myself into her alongside them.
Her entire body went rigid as a guttural moan tore from her throat, the sensation stretching her to her limit, leaving her impossibly full of me.
“Oh my god!” she cried, and I could practically hear the wooden railing beneath her palms crack under her grip.
As I began to move, fucking her with both my cock and three of my tentacles in a devastatingly perfect rhythm, I let another tentacle position her leg up until her knee was planted along the rail, opening her up to me even further as the tentacle wandered over her body until it settled between her cheeks, teasing the tight pucker ofher ass. We hadn’t tried this before, but now that it was there, it was like the tentacle had a mind of its own as it slowly positioned itself.
“No, not there,” she gasped, a flicker of panic in her voice.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “I thought you wanted it rough,” I whispered as I continued to tease her asshole. One of my tentacles withdrew from her for just a moment, spreading her arousal along the tight muscle, knowing that if we were going to try this, I needed to get her ready.
My tentacle didn’t force its way in yet. It simply massaged the sensitive flesh, circling and pressing until her resistance began to melt. Before I knew it, she was pushing back against it, almost like a silent invitation, and with that, I let the tip of the tentacle slowly slip inside.
“Holy fuck,” she cried out, her curses melting into moans as I slowly pushed in and out of her.
The feeling was incredible. She was so completely full of me, claimed in every possible way. She was a perfect, writhing vessel for my pleasure, and the thought of being so deeply inside her, of possessing her so completely, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever known.
My tentacles pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts to the cold night air as they glided over her hardened nipples, the suckers pulling at them roughly while I continued to pound into her.
