Taken By His Tentacles (Queen of Monsters, Book #2) (Monster Sex)
Description
Ever since Queen Ariadne shocked her subjects by marrying a Minotaur, fantastic creatures have been slipping out of the forests and into the bedrooms of her kingdom's subjects! But not all of them are friendly. One, a tentacle monster who sleeps beneath the waves, won't stop filling Ariadne's dreams with his savage fantasies - leaving her dripping and exhausted the next day. With no other options, she packs up her minotaur husband and lusty handmaiden for a trip to the beast's island...but is she going to STOP him, or does she want to find out how good his tentacles would feel for real? This 10,000 word novellete continues the Queen of Monsters Trilogy, and contains mf, ff and woman-on-monster sex, orgasm denial, and a horny queen taking on a mountain of tentacles that stretch her body and imagination to the limit. ***FOR ADULTS ONLY***
Sample:
Without warning, a slim tendril forced its way into her mouth. It spewed air with a wheeze. Ariadne sucked it greedily, feeling other tentacles wrap around her legs and waist. She heard a muffled cry to her left and turned to see Esmi, covered in tentacles like a thick blanket. For all she had recounted her dream with wistful lust, the girl looked utterly terrified, writhing in Kulili's grip for dear life. Her eyes sought her queen and begged, pleading. Ariadne wanted to comfort her, to say something to calm her down, but it was all she could do to get enough air into her lungs to survive.
Beneath them, the monstrous eye opened. Ariadne screamed against the thing violating her throat. Kulili's alien gaze settled upon them, as inscrutable as ever.
Now, Kulili hummed, the two of you pay me tribute.
Esmi's eyes opened wide as Kulili's tentacles slid across every inch of her body, shaking her up and down like a leaf.
This one first.
Ariadne watched helplessly as Kulili had his way with her handmaiden. Tentacles encircled her breasts, gripped her legs and pulled them apart, and began to tease her sensitive folds. She watched as Esmi's terrified eyes fogged over with lust. Her hips began to grind against the tip of the shaft as it teased her slit. A low moan of frustration escaped Esmi's lips. Ariadne felt completely powerless, weak as a kitten. She was only a few feet away from this woman who would do anything for her, who loved her more than anything, yet she might as well have been miles away - Ariadne could do nothing for her. The memory of Esmi calling her a hero less than an hour ago taunted her, made her want to cry - but between her legs, a building jealousy grew at what she was witnessing.
Sample:
Without warning, a slim tendril forced its way into her mouth. It spewed air with a wheeze. Ariadne sucked it greedily, feeling other tentacles wrap around her legs and waist. She heard a muffled cry to her left and turned to see Esmi, covered in tentacles like a thick blanket. For all she had recounted her dream with wistful lust, the girl looked utterly terrified, writhing in Kulili's grip for dear life. Her eyes sought her queen and begged, pleading. Ariadne wanted to comfort her, to say something to calm her down, but it was all she could do to get enough air into her lungs to survive.
Beneath them, the monstrous eye opened. Ariadne screamed against the thing violating her throat. Kulili's alien gaze settled upon them, as inscrutable as ever.
Now, Kulili hummed, the two of you pay me tribute.
Esmi's eyes opened wide as Kulili's tentacles slid across every inch of her body, shaking her up and down like a leaf.
This one first.
Ariadne watched helplessly as Kulili had his way with her handmaiden. Tentacles encircled her breasts, gripped her legs and pulled them apart, and began to tease her sensitive folds. She watched as Esmi's terrified eyes fogged over with lust. Her hips began to grind against the tip of the shaft as it teased her slit. A low moan of frustration escaped Esmi's lips. Ariadne felt completely powerless, weak as a kitten. She was only a few feet away from this woman who would do anything for her, who loved her more than anything, yet she might as well have been miles away - Ariadne could do nothing for her. The memory of Esmi calling her a hero less than an hour ago taunted her, made her want to cry - but between her legs, a building jealousy grew at what she was witnessing.
