of that word.

It was these two sinewy tentacles that now gripped her ankles, stripping her socks off with ease. These two muscles could flatten out, broad enough to put any man’s hand to shame, and yet at the current moment they were condensed, tight, and compact. They snaked up her ankles, wrapping a long winding coil up until they each reached one of her knees. The one at her left knee immediately kissed her sensitive skin with the several suckers on one half of its surface, hard enough to leave behind a few hickeys for sure. The tentacle at her right knee, though it was a mirror image of the former, was far more gentle. It traced a slow circle in the crevice of her knee, just barelyfelt so good to flex those thigh muscles, giving herself and the creature a delightful workout before the main event. She looked down and saw half a dozen thin fingerling probes sway back and forth in the air, perhaps savoring her scent before they dove in for their prize.

She was grasping the sheets with both hands now, waiting for the impending pleasure.

Suddenly the creature’s previously slow pace quickened. The several smaller tentacles darted into her crotch, easily tearing a hole in her panties and exposing the glistening lips of her sex to the slight cool breeze of her open window. She could swear the creature shuddered against her own trembling legs, and then it was on her like a hungry animal, sliding, slurping, licking its way up and