“I would gag you – ” you smirk widely when I moan at that, “..
🕑 Added 2021-03-22 22:26:36 +0000 UTC
“I would gag you – ” you smirk widely when I moan at that, “ – but my pet will take care of that soon enough.”
“Pet?”
You set the chest on the ground, stroking over the clasp with elegant fingers before you stand straight again and begin stripping out of your clothes. I suck in a breath as I watch, wanting desperately to touch the skin that’s being revealed, to make you shiver and sigh with pleasure.
But even if I wasn’t kneeling obediently in front of you, I know very well that if you wanted my touch, you would be getting it. I groan softly, and you flash another smirk at me. I swallow heavily as you bend once more and pull at the clasp of the chest. I hear you murmur something as you do it, but don’t catch what it is.
Something is climbing out of the chest. It looks almost like an octopus, or maybe a squid; either way, it’s much too big for the size of that chest, but nonetheless I watch as the creature unfolds from the darkness inside of it. It has a large head, almost bulbous, and that trails into a sort of – well, I’m not really sure. It’s difficult to really parse what the body of the thing looks like, when just past the sort of, well, ridge of the head, there’s several masses of twisting blue tentacles, all of differing sizes and shades.
You laugh lightly, and I’m able to pull my gaze away from the tentacle – thing – just long enough to see you recline on the bed, one hand trailing teasingly over your body.
Enjoying the show.
“ Fuck, ” I hiss, and turn my eyes back to the creature.
It seems to have climbed entirely out of the chest now, and is...standing? I’m not sure standing is the right word – between where I kneel and the chest it emerged from. The head-shape shifts, swivels, and then I’m is looking into two large, luminous green eyes, with oddly-shaped pupils. The creature tip it’s head toward me.
“Go on, darling,” You encourage the thing, and for a split second I’m confused, unsure what it is you are encouraging it to do.
I watch as one tentacle untwists from its fellows and drifts toward me. I track its movement as it nears me, not quite sure what I’m expecting when it finally touches me, but finding that whatever I thought– it’s not what I got. The tentacle is warm and almost soft, the skin over the appendage so smooth that it doesn’t feel anything like it looks – which is smooth, yes, but smooth like rubber.
The creature trills and the tentacle that was petting me moves instead to wrap around me, gripping my waist just shy of too tight. There’s a third tentacle, now, trailing over the back of my thigh. This one is different, too – bigger than the other two, but still tapered, and I can’t see it very well but it feels – well, slick.
I want more.
