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The Monster Keeper: The Sea Beast [F/Tentacled Beast] [beast] [fantasy] [tentacles] [oviposition] [breeding] [impreg] [non-con] [eggs] [mindbreak]

>**A few notes**: This story takes place in the same setting as a previous story of mine, but is not necessary to read to understand this one. To avoid confusion, please also note that text in italics is meant to be memories/flashbacks. All characters are above the age of 18.

Dione awoke to the familiar hum of the sea-beast in her submerged ears, low and calming. Her dark hair floated around her head in a halo, and she blinked upwards into the morning light filtering through the barn’s rafters. Her legs stretched, the water rippling around her floating body.

As it had the past few months, the creature beneath her seemed to stir to consciousness as she did. Dione had her suspicions that it didn’t sleep, merely fell dormant, curled in the bottom of the tank. Even when still, a few of its multitude of limbs supported her body in the water – a rubbery, slick tentacle wrapped around her ankles, another curled around her hips possessively. She had long since stopped fighting the touch of the creature – regardless of how she struggled, it wouldn’t let her go.

She belonged to the creature. She was its mate. Read more »

Getting My Groove Back – Chapter 1 [F] 36 [M] 26

“I don’t love you anymore.”

I should have seen it coming in the little things that had slowly disappeared over the last year. The “I’m thinking about you in the most salacious way,” texts had stopped. So had the cards he sent me on the anniversaries of important events in our relationship. There were no more impetuous ass-pinches and I realized he had stopped looking me up and down as I circled our bed in the evenings.

The sex changed, too. He was a talker, always describing what he was feeling as he fucked me. When it became a silent, mechanical ritual, I should have known.

He was getting his love from someone else.

And now his gentle deflections whenever I wanted to talk about having kids made sense.

“There’s another woman, isn’t there.”

He was too tired to lie.

“Yes.”

“How long.”

“A long time. I’m sorry. I should have told you much sooner.”

I thought about how the work travel had increased with his promotion and wondered how many of his extended absences were spent with her, whoever “her” was.

“And you want to be with her.” Read more »

It was fucking incredible!

Sherry sucked and licked the head of my cock as she fist pumped the the shaft. She did this for about a minute, then she took my entire length into her mouth till I felt the head of my cock literally hitting the back of her throat. She was fucking her own face on my cock with such sluttish enthusiasm! It didn’t take long for me to cum. I shot my load into her eager mouth, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. And then I woke up.

[FM] My boyfriend [30M] and I [28F] put on a socially distant show for our next door neighbor [19 or 20M]

My boyfriend Henry and I are lucky to have a mostly-private patio out the back of our apartment. I say “mostly private” because you can only see onto our patio from our next door neighbor’s conjoined patio, which shares one railing with ours. Since our city instituted shelter-in-place, we have been taking advantage of the patio to get some fresh air and sunlight without having to walk down the stairs, spending hours out there every weekend. We live in a shitty third-floor walkup in a college town, but that patio makes it worth the grocery-carrying annoyance and the constant partying from our next door neighbors.

The neighbors have seemed nice enough each time I run into them in the hallway. They’re kind of annoying, but that’s just because they’re all late-teens/early-twenties bro-y guys who like to drink and fuck loud girls with squeaky orgasms. On more than one occasion, Henry and I would hear one of them going to town on some co-ed and wonder if they could hear us the same way. They never said anything, though, so we assumed either they couldn’t hear us or they liked it. Read more »

The Magic Box Part II: The Ogre (A Princess Parody)

“Who are you?” she whispered as he reached between her legs. This was the day she’d longed for, and Nym wanted to know what name to scream.

“The name’s Dolt,” he said.

“Of which house?”

Dolt snatched the music box from her hands. “House? I have no family name.”

Nym grabbed for the box, perplexed. “What? Give me that?”

“I told you, I’ve come for your box,” he said as he held the box in the air with a wicked grin.

“Yeah, my Magic Box!”

“Exactly, and now I’ll take it to the Prince.”

Nym stopped struggling, the passion between her legs forgotten. “The Prince?”

Dolt smirked as he tucked the box into his satchel. “Aye, Prince Fetching, of house Bareback. He was mighty keen to get his hands on it. Offered out a big reward for whoever could deliver.”

Sparks ignited in Nym’s brain. A prince wanted her – she could be a queen. The only issue was this oaf didn’t understand what he’d been sent for. She couldn’t tell him either; if he knew, he might never take her to the palace. Read more »