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Lemmy is me
Tentacle monster used with permission
Part 1:
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I spun on my heel into a fighting-stance. But I faltered when I saw what I was looking at.
A dark, oily-looking tendril was wrapped around her other wrist. She grunted, trying to tug away. The tendril was coming from the book, which was floating in the air. A bright circle was on the page, from which the tendril originated--and more were emerging.
I dashed to her, holding onto her and trying to help her tug away.
“Ow! It’s hurting!” She cried.
I halted my attempts, worried I was making it worse. It wasn’t such a good idea to be playing tug-of-war with whatever the heck this thing was, especially when she was the rope.
The other tendrils that emerged snared her further. She whimpered and mewled with fright. “What do you want with me?” She asked at it.
My eyes went wide. I knew exactly what it wanted.
“Eeep!” She squeaked, as a thick tentacle slid upward from under her skirt, slithering behind her school uniform. It burst up from the neck-hole of her shirt, whipping about, before getting stiff. She gasped when it started wriggling and tugging down, snapping the buttons on her shirt.
“Do something!” She pleaded to me.
“I’m trying, I’m trying!” I reassured her, attempting to unravel the tendrils around her arms.
The zipper of her skirt gave way, and it started falling down her hips. “Aaaah dosomethingfaster dosomethingfaster!”
I looked down to see the tentacle, with its skirt around itself, tugging her panties down.
Her breathing hastened; by now, she knew what this otherworldly thing was after.
I gulped. She was right… I had to do something faster.
I dropped my own shorts and underwear.
“Please, Lemmy, do so-oooooooaaaaaahhhhh my gosh!” Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me.
Blushing, I sheepishly met her gaze. ‘...I did something father,” I mumbled.
Her cheeks started to match mine. A tendril lashed toward her, and she gasped with fright. But, try as it the slithery little thing might, to nudge and probe and wriggle around, it couldn’t find a breach with… With me already in the way.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I reassured her. The tentacles raised her off the ground and spread her legs open. I held onto her tightly, and used that as an opportunity to secure myself deeper into her.
She let out a fluttery moan. She was slippery, tight, and warm. Her shirt had slipped free enough that I could feel her nipples against me. They were pert.
The slithering appendage was still seeking her out. She shivered, letting out nervous mews.
I felt another tendril touch my foot. I lifted, and stomped on it.
She sucked in a breath.
“Leave her alone!” I growled. “If you want my Sunshine, you’re gonna have to go through me!”
“Ooo,” she le tout a coo, shivering again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You all right?”
“I’m… I’m all right, thanks to you,” she replied, with a soft purr.
Her voice sounded so calm and genuine. Like, even though she was still in the clutches of this tentacular beast, she didn’t feel so scared and vulnerable.
The way she was breathting… She even sounded… Aroused?
She closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. So not afraid, that she wanted a kiss while this thing was still fidgeting to find a way into her.
My heart started to race, and I gave her the kiss before she had to wait too long. She hummed a little during our kiss. I slid my tongue out to touch hers, and she tousled with me. It was so warm and she was so snug… I started to forget there was a possibly-lovecraftian horror with us.
Oh, but it didn’t let me forget about it entirely, and not for long.
Frustrated from the most utterly glorious instance of cockblocking in history, the creature began to abandon its efforts.
Or so I thought.
Oh how I so mistakenly thought.
It twitched and quivered, sliding away from our coupling. It trailed down my shaft, flicked past my balls, and curled up behind them.
My eye bolt open, and I glanced back. I could hardly see anything. I could only reallyfeel.
“Mh?” She broke the kiss. A trail of splittle clung between our lips. “What’s the matter?” she asked, worried. The strand of spittle snapped.
“I… Think… I’m about to eat my words, earlier,” I murmured.
“Huh? Wh-What do you--?”
“Naaah!” I winced, and held onto her tightly. This time, it was for my own comfort.
“What’s happening!?”
“Nh-Ngh-Nguh-Gnhhhh--hhhhhaaaaa-a--a-ah--Gmngh!”
The sound of the slimy, slippery appendage pushing in accompanied my groans. When there was a pause, I opened an eye.
“Ohmygosh, are you all right!?” She asked, voice dripping with worry. She tugged and pulled at her restraints.
“I’m f-fine. Don’t worry ab-bout m-mmmmhhhhhh!” My repsite didn’t last long. I buried my muzzle against her neck, to muffle my groans.
“What is it doing!?” She questioned. “You got even stiffer, and you’re all twitchy--but you’re not even moving…”
My cheeks burned. My rear burned… But, only just a little. Otherwise, it fetl… It felt…
It felt.
That’s all.
It just… felt.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” she whispered to me. “Hold me tight… Look into my eyes…” She told me.
Her voice was so calm, so gentle. Fighting the impulse to make noises, I lifted my head and matched her gaze.
Her soft, sapphire gaze was calming. Then, she closed her eyes, and pursed her lips.
I met her once again. This time, her tongue teased into my muzzle. Instead of tousling, her tongue gently laid against mine. After a moment, the notes I tried to hold in started to leak out of my throat--and right into hers.
I started to shudder, embarrassing titters and chitters escaping between our kiss. She hummed back to me, comforting me, even while I spurted into her. In return, I felt a warm and gentle squeeze all around. I fought to keep my legs from going limp. The feelings I had were more intense than any had I felt before. I’m certain it was all the heroism and strain I had kept up until now, finally pouring out of me--and into her.
I bet that’s why it wracked through my body like no other.
When my head stopped swimming, and my body stopped twitching, and the sparkling glitter dissipated from my eyes, I started coming to my senses.
“Mmmh…” She moaned, evidently coming-to as well. We matched gazes.
My right hand had her left, pinned to the wall at the wrist. My other had her right leg raised up. Our bottoms were around our ankles. Between our legs, our fur was matted, damp, and sticky. We blinked, and I slowly let her leg down and eased off of her wrist.
We shared panting breaths. We traded a swallow or two.
Then, we heard the turn of a page--and she gasped. We both snapped our eyes to the sound.
There, amidst the beam of the flashlight on the ground, we witnessed a silverfish fleeing from the book, which lay sprawled open.
On the upturned page was an illustration of a giant squid.