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“It would seem like my learnings were correct,” he muses.

“What else did they tell you?” I ask.

“Shhh.” He slips the second up my ribcage on the right side. Instead of the pointed tentacle tip I expect, the appendage splits into smaller tendrils as fine as string. Some of them stroke my skin, while others coil around my nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck,” I moan under my breath. “That feels incredible.”

“I haven’t even begun,” the monster murmurs.

“W-what else are you going to do?” I ask, already imagining him doing the same to my clit.

“Where can I find that delicious substance from earlier?” He rubs slow circles around my left nipple, making me bite down on my bottom lip.

Arousal surges down between my legs, which aches and clenches for one of those tentacles. I arch my back and moan.

“It came from my pussy.”

The monster pauses. “Where?”

“V-vagina,” I say with a groan.

He rubs my belly with the other two tentacles as though preparing me for something ominous.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Making sure you have enough room.”

My head snaps up. “For what?”

“Easy now,” he says, sliding a tentacle around my shoulders. “I promise to make this experience pleasurable.”

My limbs tremble with a full-body shudder. What on earth is he going to do next?

“Tell me?” I say.

“Human women are delicate according to what I learned,” he murmurs. “You need ample preparation for a full mating.”

My eyes widen. “But I haven’t agreed to anything yet!”

“By the time I’m ready to mate you, you’ll be begging for it,” he replies, his voice soothing. “Now, lie back, relax, and let me prepare you.”

I’m curious and partially convinced this is a vivid dream.

Why not?

“Fine.” I let my knees flop to the sides. “But the moment I say stop—”

“Then I will cease giving you pleasure.”

The pulse at my clit quickens. When he puts it like that…

“Go on, then.”

The monster’s tentacles massage up and down my inner thighs, their tips ghosting against the outer edges of my pussy before returning to my knees. Up and down he strokes, caressing my heated flesh until all sensation concentrates in my core.

My breath shallows and I buck my hips, trying to get him to at least graze my folds. But each time he gets even the nearest bit close to where I need his touch most, the tentacle skitters away.

I grind my teeth with frustration.

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