Uninvited Beings

Everyone has experienced bad luck so am i, but i never thought that mine will be this worst. Name's Mayu, i was enjoying skipping time in the school basement, a place where no one ever come except for me, the basement had a weird vibe but it was my only escape from the school's rigorous academic environment.

"What a nice place to skip class." i murmured to myself with soda can in my hand, my voice echoing in the place there's only few old stuffs and darkness, the basement's wall felt cold and damp, but the quietness was heavenly. I leaned back against the wall, feeling the cold seep into my skin, and took a deep breath, enjoying the solitude.

Suddenly, a slithering sound echoed through the room, causing the hair on my neck to stand on end. My heart raced as I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadowy figure emerge from the shadows. A tentacle monster, attached to the far wall, its limbs writhing with an eerie grace. It was a creature of nightmares, but here it was, in the real world, invading my sanctuary.

"What the. ." while take a step back, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The creature looked like it was pulled straight out of a hentai comic, but it was very real and very present, its tentacles reaching out towards me. Panic began to set in as the realization dawned that I was trapped, and no one knew I was here. My eyes widened with terror as the creature's tentacles grew longer, stretching out across the room.

"I-I don't want any trouble," I stammered, my voice shaking as I held up my hands in a futile attempt to ward it off. The tentacle monster seemed to understand my fear, but instead of retreating, it grew more excited. One tentacle slithered up my leg, the suckers sticking to my skin like leeches. I gasped as it began to caress my thigh, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body that were anything but terrifying.

"Let go of me." while try to let it go, the tentacle only tightened its grip, sliding further up my thigh. The other tentacles followed suit, coiling around my waist and chest, squeezing gently, as if testing my limits. I could feel my breath quickening as fear mixed with something... else. The creature's touch was surprisingly warm and smooth, sending tingles through my body that I hadn't felt before.

That thing then close the entrance door and lock it with its tentacle, cutting off my escape route. "H-help me!" I screamed, but my voice was muffled by the thick concrete walls. The tentacle around my chest tightened, lifting me slightly off the ground. My school uniform skirt fluttered around my waist, revealing my white, lacy panties. I could feel my face flush with both fear and embarrassment.

It wrap around both of my breast, squeeze and massage them gently, making me squirm and gasp. The sensation was oddly pleasurable, and I found myself getting wetter by the second. Another tentacle slithered down to my pussy, pressing against my damp panties and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The pressure built, and my body responded, betraying my fear with a shiver of desire.

"P-please, stop," I whispered, but the creature seemed to take my trembling as encouragement. It yanked down my panties, exposing my pink, wet folds to the cold basement air. A thick, pulsing tentacle slithered down to replace the fabric, gliding over my clit and causing me to buck my hips in involuntary pleasure. The creature chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that sent vibrations through my body.

It pull me closer to the wall where it attach and on the wall, its cock-like tentacle emerged from the mass, thick and veiny, pulsing with an alien lust. I stared at it in horror, my mind racing with the realization of what was about to happen. I struggled in the creature's grip, trying to escape the inevitable, but the tentacles only tightened, holding me in place as if I was a ragdoll in the clutches of a predator.

"No. . please. . I don't want this," I whimpered, my protests weakening as the tentacle's gentle caress grew more insistent, sliding over my clit and into my wetness. The creature's grip grew tighter, the tentacles around my body pulling me closer to the wall, the coldness of the concrete a stark contrast to the warmth of its touch. The tip of the tentacle cock brushed against my pussy, teasing my entrance.

Without a warning, its slammed into me and filling me up with one move. I couldn't help but scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The tentacle monster didn't hold back, it began to pump in and out of me with a relentless rhythm, stretching me wider than I've ever been. The tentacles around my body tightened their grip, holding me in place as it claimed me, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

"Too. . deep. ." I panted, my eyes squeezed shut, as the tentacle monster's thick member plunged deeper and deeper with each thrust. The pain was intense, but it was quickly being overwhelmed by a pleasure that was just as foreign. I felt my body betraying me, my hips moving in sync with the creature's rhythm. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, trying to comprehend the depravity of what was happening.

Its start to move, rocking and messing inside me fiercely, and all I could do was whimper and moan as the pleasure grew more intense. The tentacles around my body moved with it, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure that seemed to fuel my arousal even further. The monster's cock-like tentacle was hitting all the right spots, and I could feel an orgasm building deep within me.

From the wall, two more tentacles like suction cups coming out then attach to my enormous breast, pulling me closer to the creature, making sure I couldn't escape. They began to knead and massage my tender flesh, rolling my nipples in a way that made me cry out in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and my body responded instinctively, arching into the creature's touch.

"Wait, my milk is . ." I managed to squeak out, feeling the pressure in my breasts build as the tentacles continued their relentless ****. But the creature seemed to have no interest in my protests, instead, the tentacles around my nipples began to suck and tug, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core, making me moan louder and my pussy clench around its thick member.

The tentacle inside me swelled, filling me up even more, and I could feel something hot and sticky building within it. It was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I tensed up, bracing for the unknown, but instead of fear, a strange excitement took over. The creature's pace quickened, its tentacles tightening and releasing in a rhythm that matched its thrusts, and suddenly, I was there, my body shaking with the **** of my orgasm, juices squirting out and coating the creature's tentacles.

With single and loud moan, i came, together with my breast-milk spill out from my nipples as the tentacle continue to suck hard and fast. The creature let out a triumphant growl, feeling my pussy contract around its tentacle, milking it for all it was worth. And just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, it released its seed deep inside me. I felt the warm, sticky fluid fill me up, overflowing my pussy, and trickling down my legs. The tentacles didn't stop, though, continuing to move and massage me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from my quivering body.

Its start to rock my body once again, "Wait, i just came. . let me rest." But the creature didn't seem to care, its tentacles continuing their relentless **** on my body, pushing me to the brink of pleasure once more. The tentacle inside me began to pulse and swell, and I felt another orgasm building. It was too much, too intense, and I couldn't help but beg for mercy, my voice hoarse from screaming.

The creature's tentacles grew more aggressive, their suckers leaving hickeys on my skin as they pulled and prodded at my body. I could feel its excitement building, the walls of the basement seeming to close in around us as it fucked me with an almost **** hunger. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and all I could do was give in to the waves of pleasure that crashed over me.

Unconsciously, my hand move by their own, squeezing and playing my nipples while the tentacles keep sucking them, the feeling was heavenly and hellish at the same time. My body was no longer my own, a mere plaything to the tentacle monster's insatiable hunger. It was as if the creature knew exactly how to make me feel pleasure, despite the horror of the situation.

Its then release my breast but the cock inside me is getting bigger as it rocking its hips faster and harder. "Oh. . oh no. . not again," I gasped, my body already sensitive from the first orgasm. But the creature showed no mercy, the tentacle's pulsing only increasing in speed and intensity. It was as if it was drawing out another climax from me, one that was going to be even more powerful than the first.

With one move, its release the amount of hot cum inside me, filling my womb to the brim, my pussy stretched beyond belief. I felt like I was going to burst, but the creature wasn't done with me yet. It began to pump in and out, the thick, sticky liquid leaking out around its shaft with every thrust. The feeling of being so completely filled was too much, and I came again, my body spasming uncontrollably in its grip.

"Something hot inside. . . it's. . . cumming. . ." I stuttered, the creature's movements growing more erratic. The tentacle cock thickened even more, stretching me to my limits as the creature's orgasm hit. It shot another load of its hot, sticky seed into me, and I could feel my insides stretching to accommodate the sheer volume. My legs quivered, and my body felt like it was going to give out from the intensity of the sensations.

Its then release me, leave me breath heavily in the floor while its camouflage itself back to the wall, as if nothing happened. I sat there, trying to catch my breath, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure and pain, my pussy still throbbing from the intense fucking it had just received. My school uniform was a mess, my skirt hiked up around my waist, my blouse torn open, and my breasts were a map of red marks from the tentacles' relentless sucking.

Once at home and take a shower, i can't erase the feeling of that tentacle, the way it felt inside me, the way it made me feel. I lay in bed, the image of the creature burned into my mind, my hand instinctively moving to my pussy to recreate the sensations. As my fingers slipped inside, I felt the emptiness where the tentacle had been, and I found myself craving it again. The thought of the creature's cum still inside me only added to the taboo thrill, making me wetter than I ever thought possible.

Tomorrow when i go to school, it's closed for routine maintenance. I couldn't help but wonder if that was related to the creature in the basement. I shivered at the thought of being discovered in such a compromising position, but the fear was tinged with a strange anticipation. As the days went by, I found myself sneaking into the basement during lunch breaks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature again, my body craving the intense pleasure it had given me.

I was walking in the basement, hoping it will answer to my voice. "Please come out," I whispered, my voice echoing through the emptiness. I felt a strange mix of fear and longing, my heart racing as I thought about the creature that had taken me so fiercely. Suddenly, the same slithering sound filled the room, and the shadow of the tentacle monster emerged from the wall once again.

"I-I want it again," I admitted to the darkness, the words barely leaving my lips before the creature's tentacles were on me, wrapping around my waist and lifting me off the ground. It was as if it had heard my silent plea, eager to give me more of the pleasure that had consumed me the day before. This time, though, there was no struggle, no protest. I was ready, my body already wet and hungry for its touch.

The tentacle monster's cock-like appendage slid into me smoothly, the feeling of fullness immediately sending my senses into overdrive. It began to fuck me with a gentle yet firm rhythm, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My legs wrapped around its thick tentacle, giving it deeper access, and I leaned back, my hands grasping at the cold concrete wall for balance.

The creature's tentacles began to explore my body again, sliding over my skin with a purpose that was both thrilling and terrifying. They caressed my thighs, my stomach, and then moved to cup my breasts, squeezing and massaging them as if they were the most precious things in the world. I moaned, my body already responding to the creature's touch, my nipples hardening into tight little peaks.

One tentacle slithered down to my clit, teasing it with feather-light touches that had me gasping for more. Another tentacle slid into my mouth, and I sucked on it greedily, the taste of salt and something faintly metallic filling my mouth. The creature let out a low growl of pleasure, the vibrations resonating through its tentacles and into my body.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the creature picked up the pace, the tentacle inside me pounding into me with a ferocity that was almost too much to handle. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around the thick, alien member. The suction cups on the tentacles attached to my breasts began to pulse in time with its thrusts, the sensation sending me spiraling into another mind-shattering orgasm.

As my body spasmed and convulsed in pleasure, the creature let out a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the basement. Its tentacles tightened around me, holding me in place as it filled me with another hot, sticky load of cum. The feeling of being so completely owned, so utterly used, was something I never knew I needed. It was wrong, so wrong, but my body sang with satisfaction.

As the creature pulled away, I slumped against the wall, panting and trembling. My pussy was sore and swollen, and my breasts were heavy with unspent milk. I looked down, watching as the cum slowly leaked out of me, painting the floor with a sticky, white trail. I felt... changed. Dirty, but in the best possible way.

The creature retreated back into the shadows, its tentacles retreating into the wall with a wet sound that echoed through the room. I pulled down my skirt, trying to compose myself, but my legs were still shaking. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I also couldn't wait for it to happen again.

With a sigh, I made my way back upstairs, my thoughts a whirlwind of lust and confusion. I had become a creature of the basement, addicted to the forbidden pleasure it brought me. But I knew it was dangerous, that I couldn't let anyone find out about my secret rendezvous. The thought of the creature being captured or destroyed filled me with a strange sense of protectiveness.

For now, though, all I could do was bask in the afterglow of the creature's embrace, my body still humming with the remnants of pleasure. I walked back to my classroom, a secret smile playing on my lips, my heart racing with the thought of the next time I'd feel those tentacles wrapping around me, claiming me once again.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and I practically sprinted to the basement, eager for my next encounter with the tentacle monster. I had been fantasizing about it all day, my panties soaked with anticipation. When I reached the basement, the creature was already waiting for me, its tentacles slithering out of the wall, reaching for me like eager lovers.

"Oh, fuck me," I moaned, feeling the creature's grip tighten around my waist and thighs. It pulled me closer, the tip of its thick tentacle already at my entrance. I could feel the heat emanating from it, the wetness of my desire making it easy for it to slip inside me.

This time, the creature was more aggressive, its tentacles moving faster and with more urgency. One tentacle slithered around my neck, tightening gently as the creature's cock-like appendage plunged deep into my pussy. I moaned, the feeling of its grip on my throat adding a new layer of excitement to the mix. The tentacle was thick and unyielding, filling me up and pushing against my walls with a **** that was both painful and exhilarating.

Another tentacle moved between my legs, pushing aside my panties and teasing my clit with rapid-fire flicks of its suckered tip. My hips bucked, trying to get away from the intense sensation, but the creature was relentless. It knew exactly what it was doing, reading my body like a map of pleasure and pain. The tentacle inside me swelled even larger, stretching me wider as it began to pulse in time with the one on my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building, my body tensing up as the pleasure grew more and more intense. The tentacle around my neck tightened slightly, and I gasped, my eyes going wide with fear and excitement. The creature was in control, and I was at its mercy. Its tentacles squeezed my breasts, the suckers leaving bruises that only served to heighten my arousal.

The creature's pace grew frenzied, and I could feel its need building along with my own. Its tentacles grew wetter, sliding over my skin with a squelching sound that seemed to fill the room. My pussy was soaked, the creature's cum mixing with my own juices to create a slick, messy sound that echoed through the basement.

With a final, powerful thrust, the creature released inside me, filling me to the brim with its hot, thick seed. I came again, my body shaking with the **** of my climax, my legs giving out as the creature held me up. The tentacles around my neck and pussy didn't let up, though, continuing to tease and squeeze as my orgasm went on and on, seemingly without end.

When it was finally over, I slumped in the creature's embrace, my body limp and sated. It held me for a moment, its tentacles stroking my hair and back in a surprisingly gentle manner. Then, as if nothing had happened, it retreated into the wall, leaving me standing there in the darkness, panting and covered in its cum.

My mind was racing with questions and thoughts, but my body was still pulsing with the aftermath of pleasure. I pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt, trying to compose myself. I had to get out of here before someone found me like this.

As I made my way out of the basement, I couldn't help but glance back, a strange mix of fear and longing in my eyes. The creature was gone, but the memory of its touch remained, etched into my skin and soul. I knew I'd be back for more, unable to resist the siren call of the basement's dark secrets.

Days turned into weeks, and my rendezvous with the tentacle monster grew more frequent and intense. I found myself thinking about it during classes, my hand often straying to my pussy to recreate the sensations it brought me. The creature seemed to know my every desire, pushing me to new heights of pleasure that I never knew were possible.

But with each meeting, the stakes grew higher. What if we were caught? What if the creature wanted more than just my body? The fear was a constant thrum in the back of my mind, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming need to feel those tentacles again. And so, I continued to sneak away, each encounter leaving me more addicted than the last.