Tentacle Entanglement: A smutty fantasy romance

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Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip. The monster’s tentacles are everywhere—around my waist, between my thighs, and circling my breasts. I slip my fingers beneath the appendage to dislodge its grip, but it tightens. It looks like he wants an answer to his question.

He pulls me away from the rift in the air and loosens the tentacle gag a little further. “Explain.” I’m human,” I say through panting breaths. “There’s no way a person like me could breathe, let alone survive in an atmosphere that toxic.”

I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping.

Every nerve ending on that side of my body tingles in anticipation of those tentacles. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch.Panic spikes in my heart, pushing me into action. There’s no way I can let a strange man, let alone a creature of unknown origin, put anything inside my body. But a few minutes ago, I would have said that monsters were figments of overactive imaginations. Now, I’m suspended three feet off the wooden floorboards by a creature of shadow and tentacles.

I have work tomorrow, and…” My voice trails off. Is that the best I can say under the circumstances? Please,” I say through the gag. This time, the tentacle around my mouth loosens to allow me to make a sound. My gaze whips around the room. All I see is the dark. Either he disappeared the moment the clouds covered the moon or this monster really is made of shadows. Romance Billionaire Romance Erotic Young Adult Crime Fantasy Vampires Science Fiction Thriller Horror Classics Suspense Instead, he says in a voice that seems to come from every corner of the room, “Come, my mate. We must leave for my dimension.”Heat floods the room, explaining why I’d woken up feeling too hot. He must have brought it with him when he entered through the portal. The air becomes acrid with a suffocating scent of sulfur. My eyes itch, then they water, then it feels like tiny claws are scratching my throat. I blink over and over, coughing, choking, gasping for air.

Dating apps are okay, but most of the guys there are either players, time-wasters, or catfishers. And then there are scammers like the Tinder Swindler. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed, claiming to be my soul mate.I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. He claimed to be my soul mate, but I’m calling BS. What lies beyond my room is a landscape of volcanoes and fire. I would call it hell but even demons might find it inhospitable. The pulse between my ears pounds so hard that it muffles all sound, including the meditation I’d stupidly played to attract a soul mate. Had I heard him right? He can’t be taking me to his dimension. Dimensions are a thing of science fiction. They don’t even exist. One thing led to another, and now I have a tentacle beast in my room who knows exactly how to make me moan.