Reforming Spell

I haven’t actually had sex with a lot of things with tentacles, and certainly this was my first tentacle demon. Considering the danger, I can’t recommend it – everything turned out fine for me, but it was a close thing and I got very lucky!

Otherwise… yes. It was good. The tentacles were firm, but soft, and changed shape to fill me completely, stretching me out just enough to hurt just enough to make it perfect. Like they could read my mind. And they came from everywhere, to stroke lightly over every part of my body at once, holding me tightly enough to let me squirm and struggle, but not escape.

I opened my mouth to moan, and a tentacle flowed inside, playing with my tongue like a kiss, before thickening and pressing gradually into my throat. I jerked, and tried to cough it out, but it was too strong for me, and my lungs started to scream for air. As the ache worked its way through my body, the tentacle at my other end thrust faster and harder, peaking that pain as well. I shuddered uncontrollably as the certainty that I was about to die set me off, the waves of tingling pleasure surging through me, turning the pain and terror into a desperate joy…

And then they kept me there, for minutes, because I didn’t actually need to breathe. My muscles and lungs were on fire, but it was a good pain… and when the forest of invisible tentacles surrounding me slithered away, leaving me in a small, air-filled pocket, it was pure bliss. I lay there bonelessly, gasping for air, twitching slightly, and convulsing around the last remaining tentacle, still thrusting into me, until there was an explosion of frost inside me, and then it softened and pulled out.

The air was warm. The floor was soft and cool, and the walls were softly lit by an ambient blueish light. I was weak, aching, dripping with sweat and my own juices, and everything was right with the world.

Sex is kind of creepy that way.