“Aah!” I cry as Luna’s tentacle continues stroking me like it could do this all night long.
Now there’s a thought…
My brain stalls when said tentacle starts to gently rub up against my clitoris and then trail down to tease around theoutside of my entrance. The sensation is intense and becomes even more so when said evil tentacle begins to vibrate better than a Hitachi Magic Wand.
I’d momentarily forgotten it could do that.
Although I don’t know how on Earth—heh, pun intended—that slipped my mind.
It’s been a bit of a day, so I’m blaming it on that.
Luna’s tentacle is toying with me and driving me to the point of desperation.
With a frustrated growl, I take hold of it. “Get this inside me right now, or I’m going to expire from lack of sexual gratification.”
Luna licks her lips. “As you wish, gorgeous.”
I’m so wet that when she finally stops teasing me and slips her tentacle inside my passage, it enters with one smooth, easy glide. I gasp as the vibrating appendage fills me to the brim and begins to undulate at the same time, making me nearly fly off the bed.
“Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve fucking found you,” I blurt out only slightly hysterically.
Luna pauses in her efforts. “What?”
One hand manages an awkward flail. “It’s a line from a Mel Brooks movie that clearly I need to make you watch. But later. Get back to work and fuck me with that tentacle like I’ve never been fucked before,” I demand.
She chuckles but accedes to my frustration-filled order. Because she’s awesome like that.
I nearly go cross-eyed when another tentacle moves between us and its wet tip starts to draw circles around the outer edges of my clitoris. It soon speeds up so it’s pleasuring me in time with its companion that’s fucking me in earnest now, moving inside me in ways I had no idea were even possible.
“So good,” I moan.
“That’s right, gorgeous,” Luna croons. “I want you to come all over my tentacle. I want you to feel echoes of your orgasm for days afterward.”
“You dazzling, dirty darling,” I gasp.
The crooked grin she flashes makes the pressure in my chest swell.
Earlier, she called me her celestial soulmate. And I think she’s mine too.
With her two tentacles playing my pussy like a motherfucking Stradivarius, it doesn’t take long until I sense my impending and no doubt mind-blowing orgasm rocketing toward me faster than that damn coaster I was on earlier today.
And that’s saying something.
“Ahhhh! Gonna come.”
“Yesss,” Luna purrs, a clear note of satisfaction in her voice.
When I finally crest that glorious peak of my climax, my back arches and my eyes roll back as I succumb to the waves of bliss coursing through me. I clench tight around Luna’s tentacles, my orgasm lasting far longer than any I’ve ever had.
Can a healthy person die from an inhumanly good orgasm? I’ve never read about that in the medical literature, but I swear I can see heaven or its equivalent while my whole body is pushed to the limits of ecstasy.
Luna’s tentacles only stop fondling me after the last aftershocks of my epic orgasm fade, and I collapse on the bed like a wobbly Jenga tower once that critical block is removed.
Slowly, and oh so gently, her tentacle exits my body, and the two that sent me to another damn dimension both pull away from me, their work done.
I was right. Tentacle devotee for life, right here.
Luna lies down beside me, one of her arms draped over my soft, rounded belly, her hand caressing the side of my waist. Ittakes me a solid minute or two until I can actually formulate a coherent sentence.
