I am fucking GLEEFUL about bringing you today’s amazing guest work. Not just a written guest blog from the fabulous NymphoStimToy, but audio too, and as a special treat for Halloween this one is creepy as fuck. After her recent incredible guest blog about playing with fear during sex and kink, she offered a piece for the season that would focus on genuinely scaring you. No spoilers, but if you want the full effect get your headphones on and click ‘play’ on the audio. Huge thanks to her for sharing something that manages to be hot, terrifying and atmospheric all at once. I am in awe.
Note that this is a piece of Halloween erotica, and as such it’s designed to play on your fears as well as your fantasies. Expect tentacles, devourment, extremely intense fucking, tongues and teeth and a build-up to something creepy. No spoilers, but if that doesn’t sound like your cup of tea please skip this piece.
Six tentacles – I can’t get enough of her
Six tentacles. Each with its own little slit from which to emerge from the small of my back, three either side of my spine. Plus two arms and two legs makes ten appendages in total. Funny how decimal biology can be sometimes. The friends that have seen them can hardly deny their existence, but I’m not aware of anyone else they’ve managed to convince. Maybe that’s for the best. Most of them don’t mind this part of me and certainly see the utility, though they’d rather I didn’t touch them, I guess for the same reason they’d prefer I not lick them either.
I’m owed a lot of small favours for helping with flat moves.
A few friends don’t even want to see them, as though their mere existence is revolting, but I try not to let it get to me. My favourites though are the friends that can appreciate how fucking good I am at cuddling, if I do say so myself. It feels so nice to have someone in my arms and then wrap all around us, gently squeezing us together. My tentacles aren’t numb, you know, and cotton feels wonderfully soft under their smooth charcoal-black dermis.
One particular friend knows more than the others though. She’s the only one that truly understands the perks of having tentacles – or at least the only one brave enough to let on. She once accidentally walked in on me masturbating, then spent the rest of the weekend bright red in the face whenever I was around her. A couple of weeks later she suddenly sent me one of those huge wall-of-text messages that are usually either a cry for help or a confession of love, but this was neither. Frankly, her message would’ve felt more at home on a fanfic site or a sex blog (hah), but after some teasing, she managed to convince me to play around with her and we arranged a date.
I had to make it clear that this was all going to be as new to me as it was to her. I always kept my tentacles firmly shut away during sex, worried I might scare someone. That only seemed to excite her more though – a first time for me as well as for her, for us to fumblingly explore together like we were confused teenagers again.
She arrives at my flat the following evening, this evening, with her beautiful nerdy smile, makeup fresh to ruin. I welcome her in and immediately she’s against me, staring up in excitement. I turn and back her against the wall and she raises her hands above her head, wrists facing me submissively, instinctively, begging to be grabbed, claimed, controlled. I oblige, pinning her wrists gently with one hand and cupping her cheek in the other before leaning in to kiss her. She tastes delicious.
Keeping my grip on her wrist, I lead her to my bedroom and she follows eagerly, almost racing ahead of me. So keen is she in fact that the moment my bedroom door clicks shut she’s pulling my clothes off like a child unwrapping Christmas presents. Her energy is infectious and I find myself tearing her tights open just to save a few seconds stripping her before pushing her back onto the bed and crawling above her, hovering over her for a brief moment, looking down into her eyes, interrogating her expression for any traces of doubt.
“I’m ready.”
“Safeword?”
“‘Red’, or I’ll tap.”
She runs her hands up my waist, over my shoulders, and combs her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck, then pulls me down into another kiss. I feel her skin brushing up against my front as her back arches. Timidly, I allow my tentacles to emerge and start to coil around her ankles and spiral up her legs. Another comes up to meet her wrists and slowly nudges her arms back above her head. I’m still nervous, doing these kinds of things to someone else, so I keep my restraints loose, as if gripping her could risk snapping her in two. She moans into my mouth as the fourth tentacle slides over her tits, teasing her nipples, then trails up behind her neck to her cheek. The final two wrap around her waist and her hips, then slowly move down towards her ass, one reaching a little further between her legs to the entrance of her cunt.
She’s primed.
I pull away from the kiss and slowly kneel up. My tentacles lay loose and relaxed all over her soft skin; her warm, bright complexion contrasting with the cold black. She’s utterly beautiful, staring up at me, wide-eyed and blushing with excitement.
Then she wriggles. I watch her face as I slowly constrict around her, her fighting becoming slowly more frantic as it becomes harder and harder for her to pull against my tightening restraints, until she’s barely able to move at all. A brief wince of pain flashes over her face and I loosen slightly, finding a sweet spot of comfort for her. It’s like I have her clasped between my fingers.
“Take me.”
“Hm?” I smirk.
“Please, please take me, please please god FUCK I want you inside me. Please.”
She’s ready.
I dip down and position myself between her thighs, intending to trail kisses around her tummy, but the moment the smell of her wetness hits me I’m overcome with lust. “Oh my god,” I mutter as she becomes irresistible to me and I bury my face in her cunt with sudden urgency. She wants me, but now I need her. The tentacle at her cunt slides under my chin and pushes inside her. Her mouth falls open and she gasps at my sudden advance, but it’s cut off by the tentacle at her cheek moving in front of her and entering her mouth. She groans with pleasure as I press my tongue against her clit and begin to suck, and the last tentacle nudges at her ass, starting to tease its way in.
Something about the taste of her seems to be awakening something in me. I was excited before, but now it’s like I can’t get enough of her. I desperately try to lap up every drop of her while this sudden overwhelming lust burns inside me. She looks down at me and flinches in surprise to discover my scleras are now completely black, but it just seems to excite her more as she trembles against me and starts to clench her cunt around me, hurtling towards climax.
She watches through the blur of her ecstasy as my teeth grow into long, sharp fangs, my skin becoming patchy with deep purple scales that spread further over me with every taste of her, my tongue growing longer and reaching into her cunt, coiling around the tentacle already there and filling her all the way up. It’s like her wetness is feeding me, making me stronger and more powerful, and it’s changing me.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
But I’m so consumed by this need to extract every last tiny ounce of pleasure from her that I have no idea what’s happening. Her ass relaxes enough to let the last tentacle in and I’m now ravaging her entire body, inside and out. Tentacles, wriggling and grinding and oscillating, filling her every hole. My hands reach up and grip her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, ripping an orgasm out of her as she cries out. The sudden flood between her legs seems to tip me over the edge, beyond the point of no return. I get tunnel vision. All I can see is her face, twisted in a violent mix of panic, pleasure, terror, and fuck-drunk joy. Her makeup is a complete mess, streaks all over her face, smeared by tears and drool and spit. All I can feel is her body, so soft and warm and tight and wet and shaking in my grip.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck, please, keep going!”
My eyes now burn bright with hellfire. Demonic wings and a tail stretch out above us, casting a huge dark shadow over the bed. My claws drag across her skin as though I’m trying to pull even more of her into my mouth. I need to completely and utterly consume her as though I’ll die if I do anything short of it. I’m insatiable, addicted, frantically trying to ingest every trace of sweat and blood and quim and tears and spit coming out of her body.
“UGGHHNN Harder!”
My jaw unhinges and countless more writhing tongues pour out of my mouth, licking and wrapping all around her hips and the tops of her thighs, a million saliva-slick sensations bombarding her clit from all directions. My tentacles become engorged with dark veins pumping and throbbing with magma, oozing hot, wet, sticky ectoplasm deep inside her until she’s overflowing with it. The room falls to complete darkness and all she’s able to see anymore is my unrecognisable demonic form towering over her, ravishing her, a hundred eyes wide staring down at her now-limp body from all directions, a horrifying writhing mass of tongues and tentacles and teeth and hunger so much fucking hunger to take absolutely everything from her. The colour starts to drain from her face and she starts to run out of consciousness as I mercilessly tear another orgasm out of her with no sign of stopping.
That is, until I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror beside her bed and I’m finally confronted by what I’ve become. I can’t see a shred of myself in my reflection. I’m no longer human. I’m not even humanoid.
I recoil in horror at myself, leaping back as I drop her body to the bed with a thud and crash against the wall and slump to the floor. The light suddenly returns to the room and when I look down at myself, I’m back to normal.
“Uughhnnn why did you stop?” She whines with need.
As I frantically explain what happened, her expression becomes more serious and she gently pulls me into bed beside her to hold amongst the torn shreds of what used to be my bedding. The bed posts are dented and broken and the whole thing now sits at an incline. Maybe I’m just still in shock, but she seems remarkably calm about things, basking in the afterglow of what she just experienced. Maybe she somehow knew she wasn’t in danger even when I didn’t. It is certainly true that I never hurt her, even right up until the end. We do agree though that if I’m ever going to do something like this again, I need to learn to control it first.
I watch her get up and slowly dress herself, wobbling slightly from the weakness still in her legs. She adjusts her clothes carefully, as though doing so might somehow hide how obvious it is that she’s just been the most thoroughly fucked in her life. She collects her things, then turns back to me just before leaving, a twinkle in her eye and that same beautiful smile.
“So… same time next week?”