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Kraken x fem!reader || tentacle sex, dirty talk, dom/sub (very light), oral sex, bondage, praise kink (light)|| tw: mentions of blood (relating to tattoos)

When you decided to get your first tattoo, you weren’t expecting how that would turn out. You just wanted to make it easy for you. As easy as possible. It’s not like you wanted to make it super meaningful or something, but you had been thinking about it for days. For months. Even years. You loved tattoos, but you were mortally afraid of needles, so you kept postponing it.

You were sure you wanted some kind of watercolor tattoo, you weren’t sure what, and probably doing a big piece the first time around wasn’t the best idea. But go big or go home, right? That’s how you ended up with a big ass tattoo design with some watercolor background that would look sick on your skin. Or at least you hoped so.

But then the excruciating task of finding a tattoo artist began. You were sure what you wanted, but not so sure how to find someone to execute it for you the way you wanted. So you thought and researched, and thought some more, and did some more research… Until one day a new tattoo shop opened right in the front of your workplace.

It took you three days to get the courage to cross the street and look at the designs on the front window. And an extra twenty minutes to enter and ask. The tattoo parlor was definitely not what you were expecting. From the outside it looked like a generic shop, and you expected some kind of black painted room with cool graffiti on the walls and a thousand of tattoo pics all over… But it looked almost like a bakery. Soft. The walls were a toned down shade of beige and even if they were lots of tattoo pics hanging on the walls, everything else seemed… normal. Too normal. You were confused as fuck, but it helped with your nerves.

The naga behind the register was cute as hell, and you were so flustered you almost fainted of nerves. They were extra nice and asked you all the important questions. They were mesmerized when you showed them your design and they looked as excited as you, which was the best sensation ever.

You made the appointment. And you thought that they were the ones going to tattoo you, like that seemed the correct assumption. But you were wrong.

The day arrived, you did all the prep they asked and when you entered, you were surprised to find a new face behind the desk. It wasn’t the same naga that scheduled your appointment, it was a kraken. A beautiful greenish kraken with tentacles and the most amazing hazel eyes you’ve ever seen. Your brain blue-screened for a few seconds because of the shock. He was stunning. (And maybe… just maybe, you have a bit of a thing for tentacle-monsters.)

“I’m… I’m here for an appointment?” You asked, not knowing who that kraken was.

“Yeah, you are with me.” The kraken said in the fucking sexiest voice you’ve ever heard. You had to bite your lip to avoid groaning out loud. Fuck me, you thought. You wanted to drop to your knees right there, worship his tentacles until he was groaning and you were whiting in passion. You were salivating a little at the thought of fucking him.

“You must have met my partner, a pretty naga? They take the appointments but I’m the artist,” he explained, and you had to press your legs together to try to get some relief at the sound of his voice. Fuck. This wasn’t going to be easy, was it?

He smiled kindly, and you had to grab the edge of the counter to avoid falling down. Your knees weak when looking directly at him. He extended a hand-tentacle to shake, and you almost tripped on your eagerness to touch him. When your hand and his tentacle met you whined softly, and you saw how his eyes turned into a very deep blue, like the sea before a storm. Oh, boy… He knew what he was doing to you.

With that smirk alone, you were ready to marry him. He was gorgeous, an artist, and had tentacles... You were sure you were about to die. You could feel your pussy getting wet at the thought of those tentacles going over your skin, and you had only shacked hands… You were definitely going to die. You didn’t know how could you were going to survive the whole session.

“Can I see the design? My business partner,” you didn’t think the emphasis was casual and it made you blush, “showed it to me but I want to see the original, they assured me it was phenomenal.” You handled him the design, your face all red and your panties getting drenched in your arousal. Fuck, you hoped krakens weren’t one of those monsters who could smell arousal because that would be beyond embarrassing.

“This is fantastic, did you do this?” He asked, his eyes kind and surprised. You nodded, shyly. “Good girl!” You tried not to flinch at his words, but they sent a wave of excitement through your body. Good goddess, why did you have to have a praise kink.

He talked for a while about the placement and the size of the tattoo, and then he showed you the little touched he made so every detail could show. The tattoo ended up being a bit larger than expected, and you weren’t sure if that was a good idea, but you wanted it. So you’ll try to endure.

“It’s my first tattoo…” You asked, trying not to sound too scared.

“This is really big to be your first.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips as he said it.

And because you had no filter when it came to pretty monsters you blurted out: “That’s what he said…” He laughed really hard, and you tried not to blush, and failed. You felt like most of the blood in your body was in your face at that point. Why did you say that? And to make it even worse, and because apparently you had no control over your words anymore, you added: “Go big or go home.” Oh lord, could you be more awkward?

“I hope you have good pain tolerance then.” The way he said it made you want to look down, embarrassed. You didn’t know what he meant with that teasing tone, but your pussy got excited either way.

“Yeah, totally,” you said. Both of you caught the lie, you weren’t good with pain. Not at all.

“Okay… Come on, follow me so I can prep you.” You caught the double meaning of his words a second too late, blushing harder.

Seeing him walk with the tentacles swinging around him is more of a turn on than you expected. You press your tights together as you try to follow him as fast as possible, mental images of being pinned down by those tentacles flashing in your brain. Damn, the tattoo was supposed to be in your thigh, that was going to be awkward because you were sure the wetness in your panties was going to be visible. Fuck. Why couldn’t you keep your dirty thoughts inside your head until later? When you didn’t have to remove your pants in front of this fine kraken.

“Okay, you said you wanted it in your thigh, right?” You nodded, shyly, taking off your pants, slowly. “Let me transfer the drawing into a tattoo transfer paper so we can see where you want it, sounds good?” His methodical and almost medical talk shouldn’t be hot, but it was. Why was everything he said hot? Fuck. You were going to come just by his voice if he kept talking.

“Ye- yeah.” You stood there, pant-less and shy as he did his things, his tentacles moving around grabbing and prepping things, multitasking and making you all kinds of turned on.

He looked so professional and so put together that you felt you mouth became dry all of sudden. He was so sexy, you wanted to die. Or to blow him. Both worked. What could those tentacles do… You shivered at the possibilities.

“Come here,” he ordered, and you almost tripped to obey. “Careful here, little human. Can’t have you breaking your neck on me. Would be bad for business.” You giggled at his words, breaking the tension inside of you.

He proceeded to put some specially made gloves for tentacles on, and even that action was weirdly arousing. Oh goddess, you needed divine intervention, your mind was in the gutter. He was only doing his job and you were lusting at him.

He positioned you right in front of him and you shivered at him manhandling you. “Okay, tell me where you want it,” he said. You were imagining how his voice dropped a few tones, right? Yeah, it was probably just your arousal talking, there was no way he was also aroused.

You stood there, brain fuzzy and panties probably soaked. He was so close to your body, you could feel the heat of his. “Over here.” You pointed the part of your thigh you wanted the tattoo, at the top of your leg, almost gracing your hip.

He looked up at you, his eyes stopping for a fraction of a second over your tits, you looked down and saw your nipples clearly visible in your white tank-top. Fuck. You blushed as he told you, nonchalantly: “That’s pretty high up. You’ll need to remove your underwear…” The phrase hanged in the air for a few seconds, awkwardness washing over you both.

“I- Yeah. Okay.” You nodded at him as you slowly lowered your panties down. You tried to ignore the clearly visible wet patch as you folded them. He was looking every single movement you did with close attention, his nostrils flaring every once in a while. The awkwardness should have made your arousal go down, but it only made you wetter, your heart beating so fast in your chest you felt like it was going to get out.

He avoided looking at your pussy, but you caught him biting his lip as you sat down on the chair. He got right to work as soon as you were seated, pulling at your leg to get it closer to him, the perfect position for him to tattoo which also parted your legs and you both heard the wet sound your pussy made. You were embarrassed beyond belief, but he didn’t say anything.

He leaned down over your leg, his head close to your pulsating clit, you accidentally let out a whimper and he looked up at you, his smirk so big you wanted to die right there. But he said nothing, looked down again and started prepping the skin.

While you were distracted, he grabbed some kind of ointment and pressed it to your skin, making you hiss at the coldness. Then he put the transfer paper on top, pressing against all the lines and making your skin erupt in goosebumps. You groaned a little. The silence and focus, combined with the cold sensation and the intimacy of the moment was driving you insane.

“Like that?” You looked down for the first time, seeing his tentacles so close to your needy pussy was the most intense edging ever. You wanted to scream, to cry out, to ask him to fuck you until you passed out. Focus, you told yourself. The tattoo. You looked at the lines on your thigh and felt yourself getting excited over it again. It was perfect.

“Yeah… Just like that.” You didn’t intend for your voice to sound as breathy as it did, but your brain was offline, no control, no filter. You felt like a slut offering your pussy to the handsome kraken in front of you.

He turned around too fast for you to catch his reaction. “Okay,” he said, this tentacles moving around him. “Lay down back, you will have to be still, but we can stop if you need a breather, okay?” You hummed an agreement.

He turned around with a few little bottles on a tray with sterilized objects you didn’t recognize. Anticipation and anxiety were building inside of you, almost overshadowing your arousal, but not quite. He worked in silence, his tentacles moving around and prepping everything. Watching him was mesmerizing, every movement and every little thing he did looked professional and completely well executed. And apparently that made you hot and bothered, who would have guessed.

When everything was settled, or at least that’s what you thought, he turned his face to look at you. Your eyes met briefly, and you felt a spike of arousal hitting you right on your chest, your nipples hardening and your clit demanding attention with just one look. Fucking hell.

“Okay, are you ready?” He asked, you just nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. If you opened your mouth, you would probably groan, or worse: whine. You’ve never felt that ready to be fucked in your life. You were worried your naked pussy was going to make a pool under your ass in the stretcher.

But he seemed obvious to your struggles. He grabbed the same ointment as before, warming it up a bit between his fingers and applied it over the transfer already marked on your skin. The latex of the gloves felt cold and sterile against your skin, and you could still feel the suckers on his tentacles under the latex, making your heartbeat spike again.

“This will hurt a little, but try not to move. It will take about two hours. We can take a break at any time if it’s too much, okay?” He repeated earlier instructions and you were glad, his deep raspy voice calmed your senses, even if it made your arousal grow.

“All right,” you agreed, a hint of fear in your tone.

Your nervousness was back in town, hitting you hard. Your arousal went down a few notches as soon as you heard the machine turning on, the noise making you squirm and bite your lip, trying to be still as much as possible. What if you couldn’t hold the pain? What if you couldn’t get the tattoo after all? Your brain was going through all the possible awful scenarios, and you were spiraling fast.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to prepare for the first touch of the needle, but even then you couldn’t anticipate it. The first poke of the needle made you gasp audibly, your body flinching. Your tattoo artist laughed a little, but didn’t comment on it. It wasn’t exactly painful, it hurt softly and you were mesmerized at the ink going into your skin. It was such a weird experience, but so good. Every time the needle hit your skin, you felt all nerves in your body shook with it. You couldn’t stop fidgeting under his tentacles as he cleaned the tattoo every once in a while, one of his tentacles firmly pressed against your hip and another one holding your knee still.

After a while, the sight of him working started to get to you again. The nervousness and anxiety melting into the hum of the machine and your arousal spiking again. You were going crazy, the whole thing was the worst edging session you’ve ever felt. Your pussy was dripping and your clit was pulsating so hard you wanted to rub your thighs together, but you knew you had to be still.

You tried to think of other stuff, like dead kittens and grannies pussies, but nothing was working. His head was too close to your center, and the suckers on his tentacles were pressing against your skin, sending all kinds of dirty thoughts to your brain. He was completely focused on the task in hand (or in tentacle), you could feel his breath against your skin when he breathed, hot and wet, making you even more hot and wet. Who could have guessed that the pain of getting a tattoo was going to get to you? Not you, that’s for sure. But maybe it was just the gorgeous kraken working with you… You twitched in your seat, your whole body shivering. You were squirming a bit under his tentacles, he combination of sensations to great to ignore.

At some point, he stopped, looking at your face with a frown. He looked almost mad, but in a way that promised a good time ahead. “You need to stop moving,” the harshness in his tone made you whine, and he grinned at you, predatory. “Do I need to hold you down? Is that it?” You wanted to say no, but when you opened your mouth only a broken moan escaped.

He chuckled, and you saw in fascination as his tentacles moved around him, positioning all around you and pressing down. You tried to squirm, but there was no way. He was indeed holding you down completely, you couldn’t move even a millimeter, his tentacles were pressing you down and the weight of it was driving you a bit insane. Your clit kept pulsating in need, and you whined again.

“Do you like that? You like to be held down? Maybe we can have some fun with that in a bit,” his words made you groan loudly, not even caring anymore. The suckers on his tentacles were touching your skin directly, some of them actively sucking and making sure you could feel them. “Do you need me to gag you, too? I don’t want your moans to make me lose focus.” You realized in a flash that he was indeed edging you, he was doing it all on purpose.

He didn’t wait for you to answer that, he just took one more tentacle and pushed it against your mouth. At first it was just outside of it, covering your mouth but not doing much else. He went back to work on your tattoo and every once in a while you could feel the suckers moving against your skin. You opened your mouth to groan, and he took that opportunity to slip the tentacle inside your mouth.

You groaned around it, and he stopped for a second, his eyes finding yours as he smirked and pushed his tentacle against your tongue. Instinctively, you sucked on it, making him groan as you smiled around it. He pushed it further inside, hitting the back of your throat in no time. You gagged, and he pulled back, just to let you catch your breath as he did it again. He went back to work at the same time he fucked your throat with his tentacle. Your brain was fuzzy with the combination of sensations around your body, almost too much but not nearly enough at the same time.

He continued like that for a while, fucking your throat as he worked on your tattoo, not saying a word about anything that was happening. But in a second everything changed. The tentacle in your hip went down your thigh and you felt it against your pussy. You shook against his restraining tentacles, and he chuckled, stopping the machine and looking at you like you were the most beautiful toy for him to play with.

“You keep flinching, maybe after an orgasm you are more pliant,” his words made you choke again, and he chuckled. He took away the tentacle in your mouth and you whined, making him laugh again. “Don’t be so eager… Everything will come in due time. Minus you, you’ll be coming in a few minutes.” Your brain malfunctioned at that. He just ignored you and kept talking. “They say I'm really good with my tentacles... but I could use my tongue, too.” Oh, lord. You were going to die. That couldn’t be happening, it was impossible that the most beautiful kraken you’ve ever seen, who was doing your tattoo, was offering you oral to calm you down. Were you living in a porn movie and just realized? "We still have at least 50 more minutes to finish the whole tattoo, and I think finishing you would really help you out. And myself. You are so tense..." He caressed your leg as he said so, his suckers catching on your skin every once in a while, leaving red circular marks all over. You could only groan. "Are you okay with that?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly, biting your lip to avoid any sound escaping. “Little human, I need more than a little nod. Use your words. What do you want?" His words were driving you insane.

Your pussy was so wet you couldn’t fathom saying no. "Yeah... Yes. YES." The smirk on his face said it all. He knew what he was doing to you, what his words were causing. He looked like a predator and you were more than ready to be devoured.

"Specifics, little human. What do you want? My tentacles?" He reached your pussy with the closest tentacle, using his suckers on your clit without warning, making you arch your back and moan like an eager whore. "Or my mouth?" And he bent over you, his tongue far wider and longer than any human’s.

He licked over your clit, around the tentacle still there, and you almost fainted with the electrifying pleasure it enticed. You felt everything all at once. The raw skin around the tattoo was burning, but you couldn’t focus on that with his tongue toying with your wet pussy. You were groaning and moaning, but he wasn’t stopping, eating you out like you were his favorite snack and he was starving. His mouth was paradise on earth.

You tried to arch your back, get closer to him, but his tentacles were still holding you down, so you could barely move. You were his to do whatever he wanted, and that turned you on even more. You felt yourself dripping right into his awaiting mouth, licking you eagerly. You truly hoped there wasn’t anyone else in the parlor, because you were making a scene, and a mess.

“Oh Goddess. Oh lord. Don’t stop. DON’T STOP.” You couldn’t contain your screams. He was giving you the best head of your life. It could never be better than that, he was ruining you for any other human or monster, ever.

The anticipation and all the build up had you close to the edge sooner than expected. “I’m- I’m gonna...” You cried out as you felt a gush of juices flowing out of you right into his tongue, he moaned around you, his sucker working hard over your clit, making you see stars and prolonging your climax even more. It was almost too much, the pleasure was maddening. But he didn’t stop. He kept working your sensitive pussy until you were coming again, your voice hoarse because of the screaming.

That was the best orgasm of your life.

“Are you relaxed now?” He had the biggest smirk on his face, licking his lips slowly, winking at you when he caught your graze.

You made a sound that was similar to an agreement: “Mmmhmm.” You couldn’t form words anymore, you were floating on a cloud. Too fucked out to care about anything. You only realized he went back to the tattoo because of the hum of the machine, but your body was still on the orgasm high. You barely felt the needle for the next fifteen minutes.

After a bit of dozing off, you were convinced that what just happened was a dream. It couldn’t be real. There was no way a gorgeous kraken just ate you out in the tattoo stretcher and went back to work on your tattoo. That didn’t happen in real life. Yeah. It had to be a dream. But the needle injecting ink in your skin was a reminder of reality. It wasn’t a dream. The excitement and post orgasmic bliss were still making you dizzy under the soft pain on your thigh and his soft breath over your leg, his tentacles not holding you down anymore, barely caressing your skin and setting you into an almost trance.

You lost track of time, mesmerized by the movement of his tentacles and the tattoo machine. Your leg twitched when he hit a particular spot, but you didn’t move much after that. The purr of the tattoo gun was the only noise in the room. He was right, the orgasm did help with the pain and your nervousness. You surrendered yourself completely to the soft pain and the soft caresses of his tentacles against your skin.

When he said: “All done, pretty girl.” He patted your knee softly, smiling up at you. You blushed, blinking slowly. “There’s a mirror behind you if you want the full picture.” It clicked then, you got a tattoo, a big ass tattoo on your thigh. You almost fell down the stretcher to get to the mirror. You could see it from above, but the sight of it the mirror was astonishing. It was so pretty.

“It’s perfect.” Your voice broke a little, and he stood behind you, a comforting tentacle over your shoulder in an almost tender gesture.

The second he stepped into your bubble, both of you shared a look in the mirror, the sexual tension back in full force. Between your legs, your pussy clenched over nothing, getting excited again. You could see his eyes traveling down your body across the mirror, focusing on the red marks his tentacles left on you as he held you down. His eyes turned dark again, and you shivered.

“Like what you see?” You asked, mentally facepalming yourself at the stupidness of your question.

He laughed softly behind you, plastering his body against your back, some of his tentacles caressing your legs and your sides. “I love what I see, pretty girl.” His compliment made you blush again and you shivered. His smirk got bigger.

You were still processing his words when you felt his dick pocking your lower back. You bit back a moan and pushed back, wiggling your ass against the front of his pants, the friction making him pant a little. You couldn’t avoid making a joke, because above all, you were awkward: “Is that your phone or you are happy to see me?” He groaned behind you, a dark green blush tinting his cheeks. He tried to hide it, but you saw. You couldn’t avoid teasing him a little. “Are you blushing? Awww… Who could say you held me down with your tentacles and ate me out until I screamed… twice.” You kept rocking your hips against his hard on, tattoo long forgotten.

“Oh lord, don’t say things like that.” He was covering his face with his tentacles, and it was so adorable that you wanted to kiss him senseless. Or better: give him the best orgasm of his life.

“Like what?” You asked, once again teasing him.

He caressed your sides, tentacles settling over your hips to guide your movements against his still clothed dick. “Don’t talk about your pussy being half naked, I won’t be able to control myself.” His low growl made you whimper.

“Who said I wanted you to control yourself?” You asked, your eyes meeting in the mirror once again.

“I’ve been rock hard from the moment I saw you entering the shop.” His confession made you turn red as a tomato, stroking your ego in the best way possible. You couldn’t believe you had that effect on him, but it was exhilarating to know.

“Would you… Would you let me return the favor?” You asked, shy all of sudden.

He turned you around and pushed your chin up, until your eyes found his. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.” Instead of answering you pushed yourself up into your tiptoes and kissed him. He gave back as much as you gave him, controlling the kiss until you were moaning against his lips. When you broke apart, you dropped to your knees before he could say anything more, but he still said: “Careful with the tattoo.” That was the last thing he could say before you had your hand over the bulge in his pants.

As soon as you were face to face with his bulge, you pulled down the zipper with your teeth. He cursed over you, hands coming to grab your hair. Not demanding, just comforting, anchoring himself on you. You pulled down his pants, and his dick broke free, almost hitting you in the face. You chuckled and looked up at him, who was blushing like crazy, his face dark green once again. When you refocused on his dick you had to swallow back the groan trying to escape. He was so big. Damn. You wrapped his hand around his ridged dark blue dick, your fist couldn’t encompass all of it, the tips of your thumb and middle finger at least one centimeter away. Oh God. You wanted him inside of you so bad, but not right then… Maybe another day.

You started stroking him slowly, licking the tip every few seconds, mapping every ridge and valley in his monster cock, tasting his precome and moaning every time a new droplet appeared, like an offering to you. He was just spitting profanities and calling God over your head. Pleading you to stop teasing, but never pressing you to do anything you weren’t ready to. And you loved teasing. Especially cute krakens that made you come around his tongue twice in a row.

“Do you eat out every girl you tattoo?” You asked between licks, trying not to sound jealous or interested, but a spark of it showed in your tone anyway. You wanted to be the only one who got that kind of treatment, you wanted to be the only one whose body was marked by his tentacles.

“N-No. It’s my… Oh, Goddess… it’s my first time.” He had trouble speaking, and you wanted to giggle. He seemed like he was slowly losing control, his hips twitching when you licked that spot between the ridges of his tip. The fact that you were the first client he fucked shouldn’t have been so satisfying, but it was, and you wanted to rock his world. You wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.

“Good,” you responded.

And then you took as much as you could inside your mouth, opening your mouth impossibly wide. Until the corners of your lips were hurting by the stretch. You could barely fit half of him inside your mouth, and even then you were gagging over it. He didn’t seem to care, though, groaning and moaning over your head, his hands tightening around your hair, making you crazy with desire.

He was so big. He was stretching your throat in the best way possible. It had been too long since you had a good cock to choke on. And you were loving every second of it. He was still so sweet about it, almost reverent when he put his hand on your head, pulling your hair but not pressing down, just caressing your hair and making you feel all soft inside. You were wet again, dripping wet. You couldn’t touch yourself, still using both hands to jerk the part of his dick you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, and you lamented that you couldn’t touch yourself.

But then you felt it, one of his tentacles reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit softly. You groaned around his length and he cried out over you. You bobbed your head faster, trying to go as fast as possible, trying to win in this race you two were playing. His sucker latching onto your clit and making you see stars as you kept choking on his dick. Your jaw was feeling the stretch, and your neck was hurting pretty bad. But it was so good. Choking on him, you were sure you ascended into another dimension where kraken dick was the only God you wanted to pray to.

You kept bobbing his head up and down his dick, trying to take him deeper, to make him scream again and destroy him for everyone else, but the ridges were rubbing the insides of your throat and making it a bit harder. But so, so good. You wanted to ruin him for anybody else, so you used every trick you knew. Paying special attention to the tip, getting sloppy and messy around it. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks with the effort of accommodating his cock in your throat, too big for your poor human anatomy. But you tried anyway. Both hands jerking him, paying special attention to his ridges and those weird appendages under his dick that you guessed where his balls.

“So good. So good for me. Such a good girl!” He was chanting your name and a bunch of praises and nice things above your head. “Yeah, just like that, pretty girl. Your mouth looks so good around me, you are perfect.” You had a bit of a praise kink, that wasn’t new.

You were so focused on giving him pleasure that you almost forgot about the sucker over your pussy, but when another tentacle joined the first and started probing your entrance, your eyes rolled back into your head. So good. So, so good.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl? Do you like my tentacles playing with your pussy?” You tried to nod around him. “That’s so hot.” His voice broke at the end, and you preened at the compliment.

He moaned hard and low above your head, a long list of curses escaped his mouth and he tightened the hold on your hair to the point of pain. You moaned around him, and the vibrations around the tip of his dick were all it took to send him over the edge. He tried to take push you away, but you didn’t relent, swallowing around him until you felt his hot release on the back of your throat, warm and sticky.

He was chanting profanities above you, moaning and praising you and your pretty human mouth, and you were starting to lose yourself on that. You were almost there… Just a bit more… He pushed his tentacle a bit more inside of you, tickling your G-spot with the pointed tip, and you lost it. You came around his tentacle as you pulled back, the last shoots of his orgasm falling over your face as you cried out. Knees hurting, throat feeling raw. It was paradise.

When you came back to your senses, you were completely spent. He let his head fall onto his thigh, resting there. Aftershocks were still running through your body, making you shiver and moan softly. You fell down backwards when he moved, sitting down on your naked ass. The contact with the cold floor made you jump a little, whining. He sat next to you on the floor, not a single care in the world as he caressed your body with his tentacles, almost overwhelmingly tender.

After a while, he got up despite your protests, and grabbed some wet tissues to clean both of you up. He caressed your face, cleaning all the mess he made. Smile as big as he got. And you were no better, bet you looked cum-drunk after that session. You felt a bit smitten over him. Once you were clean and before you put your pants back on, he checked your tattoo once again, whipping down some of the ink and blood still in the tattoo. You shivered, the tattoo was still tender and you body was still feeling aftershocks of the best orgasms of your life.

Once more, he broke up the bubble you two were in. “Maybe… Maybe you want to grab a coffee with me?” He sounded uncertain, and your heart did a flip-flop inside your rib cage, more than ready to say yes.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You asked back, wanting to make sure. Your voice sounded all fucked up.

“I mean… I already had my tentacles up your pussy and my dick down your throat, it’s only fair.” He was blushing softly, and you almost cooed at him. “You may need some tea more than coffee, though… For the throat.” He added, blushing darker green.

“Yeah… You were hiding another monster there. Your dick is huge.” You joked, and he looked down, embarrassed and making you let out a good “aaaw” at him. “I can’t wait to have it inside of me. Maybe that… and your tentacles?” You teased, more images already forming in your head.

“Yeah… We can arrange that.” His voice sounded sheepish, but had an edge to it. You felt heat pooling down your body at his words, your pussy clenching over nothing. “So… about coffee?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Yes.” You rapidly agreed.

“Yes?” He sounded hopeful and his smile was so sweet that you melted a little.

“Yeah… I’d love that.” Now it was your turn to blush. But you didn’t care.