Gay Tentacles in the Shower (Tentacle Friends #2)

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He’s about to shout for Lyla again but the black goo around his throat shoots up and slots securely over his mouth, silencing him. Once, he thought he could only grow black tentacles on his body, but after a training accident he gained knowledge he had no way of knowing. It dragged him across the floor as more tentacles began to latch onto his limbs, rendering him helpless. Over the next few years, he could tell that the creature, he no longer thought of it as a monster, was steadily weakening, but she--yeah, he’d begun thinking of her as a lady, too--still met him in the same place without fail.

Dean was entirely aware that he should have known better--there were all kinds of creatures that lured people with false distress--but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to get a closer look. When he came to, the creature had dragged him off to some kind of hidden cave and was in the process of surprisingly carefully removing his clothing. His tummy sways and lunches to and fro and with with one last retch, a large slime covered egg pops out of his mouth, bounces off his tummy and lands with a splat on the floor in front of him. This is unapologetic _violent_ smut, passionate and animalistic lovemaking between (animalistic vampire instincts taking over kinda) Astarion (bg3) and Emilia/You. Jackson almost flinches at the electrifying jolt that wrecks through him, because Jinyoung’s tongue is almost burning.As his brother haggled at the counter, Dean found himself drawn to a small mason jar full of an iridescent, viscous liquid that was tinged slightly green. and that the pace has been picked up again since 2 weeks ago or something like that i can't really follow tbh.

Slightly rocking back and forth, he sobs and cries for someone from the other side of the window to help him, for the pain to lessen, for it all to be over, but no one comes. Dean had seen the stuff moving around in the jar, but he was not at all prepared for the sensation of the puddle of tentacle jizz crawling up inside him on its own.Dean bore down as best he could, feeling one of the now much larger eggs pushing against his hole, which under the aid of the stretching slime, stretched easily around the object. The last thing he could remember was walking home from work, having missed the bus, when a large black van pulled up beside him and offered him a ride. He’d even given the strangely gentle and affectionate beast a nickname, Tina, not that he used it anywhere but in his own head. Tina wrapped him in a crushing tentacle embrace and bombarded him with the strongest denial of that suggestion he could imagine. As Tina ran her tentacles over him from head to toe in greeting, sending him mild confusion at the fact that he was still clothed, Dean reached into his pocket and presented the jar of supposed tentacle spunk.