Tentacle week. Day 2. Any hole is a goal

Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || free use (kinda?), breeding, tentacles, bondage, overstimulation, (very light) dirty talk, cum-inflation || tw: mentions of pregnancy

You look at your boyfriend from your position in the bed. Your arms and legs are tied to each corner, you are completely naked and exposed. Your whole body is trembling in anticipation as he paces around, his tentacles moving around his body threateningly. You know he’s not going to do anything to harm you, at least not in a way you wouldn’t enjoy completely.

He looks half mad with desire, and knowing you were the one to put it there only makes your pussy get wetter. You’ve been dripping since the second he realized what you did and looked at you with a frown. You already anticipated all of this happening, because above all, you are a little shit that might like being sexually-punished a bit more than normal.

“What did I tell you?” He asks for the third time, making you roll your eyes at him. You know you are being a little shit and a brat, but you want him on the verge of wildness.

You fake innocence again, squirming as if you were trying to get out of the restraints. “I- I don’t know.”

He glares. “Try again. What did I tell you?” He repeats the question, and the twitch in his eye lets you know it’ not a good idea to argue with him anymore.

So you answer the truth: “That I would tell you when I stopped taking contraceptives.”

You’d been talking about having kids for a while, and you weren’t ready yet. But a couple of days ago you decided it was time, you were ready… and you knew how much of a breeding kink your tentacle-monster had. There was no way you were going to waste the opportunity to get punished, fucked and bred all three in one.

“And what did you do?” He asks then.

A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his tentacles move rapidly around him. You know he’s feeling agitated, and that’s exactly how you want him: almost feral for you. You want him to fuck you until you can’t think, until you can’t feel anything that’s not his come inside of you.

You continue with your truth-telling, trying to bite down the smirk. “I didn’t tell you.”

“What else?” He asks, confusing you for a second.

“Nothing else,” you let out in a breath. But his eyes are dark and his whole body feels like a predator about to eat his prey.

“Nothing else? You stopped taking contraceptives, and you walked around this house without pantie for two days, not telling me why. You were driving me slowly insane…” You bite your lip hard, trying not to smile. You know a smile right now could backfire. “You can smile, I know what you did. We both know. You were a very bad human, and now you are going to let me do what I was meant to.”

“And what is that?” You ask with a smile, your bratiness showing more than ever.

He crawls over your body, his tentacles touching every part of you until you are squirming, trying to get him where you really want to. “Now you are going to be tied down to this bed until I had my fill and your cunt is so full of come you are completely bred.” That’s your only warning before he’s slipping one of his mating tentacles inside of you. “You are going to be fucked over and over until you can’t understand human nor monster language. You are going to be so full of come you are going to taste it in the back of your mouth. You are going to be so full your stomach is going to be distended.” You moan at his words, each one punctuated with a hard thrust that has your eyes rolling back into your head.

He starts out slow and hard, each thrust hitting your G-spot and his ridges rubbing you perfectly. But he doesn’t let you come, dragging your orgasm for as long as possible as he fucks load after load of come inside your welcoming heat. It’s not until he fucked three loads inside of you that you feel the suckers in one of his tentacles latch into your clit. And then it’s over. Your whole body reacts as you come and come and come… He never stops sucks on that bundle of nerves, not when you cry in overstimulation, not when he fills you with a dozen more loads.

He fucks you over and over, all his mating tentacles getting a turn as he fills you with his come. You are messy and filled to the brim, your stomach bloated as he substitutes one tentacle with the next to not let the come drip out completely. He keeps muttering sweet nothings in your ear as tears slip down your cheeks, the pleasure so high you can barely see him above you as he pulls another orgasm out of you.

He’s come in you so many times that you lost count, your body is tired and spent, but you can’t wait to get another fill. He keeps talking about how this is your fault, how he’s going to put little tentacle babies in you until you are round with them, and you can’t argue with him, your tongue tied and your brain empty after the first ten orgasms he gave you.

At some point, he leaves, your body melting against the bed as what you feel like buckets of come drip out of your overused pussy. He comes back a while later, water and food on a plate as he hand-feeds you, muttering about the next round already.

You smile up at him when he takes the plate away, his tentacles caressing your body as he pushes inside of you again. You can’t scream his name anymore, but you can see the lines of your nails along his sides and his smug smile as he keeps fucking you through orgasm after orgasm.

By the time he’s done with you, you are ready to pass out and your pussy feels abused in the best way possible. And you know, without a doubt, that put a baby in you. You slip into sleep with a smile on your lips and his amused huff in the distance.