| Author: | Abigail Gray | ISBN: | 1230000010252 |
| Publisher: | Abigail Gray | Publication: | August 7, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Abigail Gray |
| ISBN: | 1230000010252 |
| Publisher: | Abigail Gray |
| Publication: | August 7, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Taken from her homeland, a captured slave girl is dragged to an ancient temple and locked inside, doomed to be ravaged by the tentacles of the ocean god who dwells there.
This erotic short story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains 3800 words of scorching hot tentacle sex including oral sex, double penetration, and slimy impregnation!
Excerpt:
They wrapped themselves around my arms and legs, too many to count. Kicking and screaming, I was dragged back across the floor to the edge of the water. I struggled to free myself, but the suction grip of the twisting arms made it impossible. The thick tentacles holding my limbs were unbelievably powerful, like steel cable as I thrashed against them.
I was completely powerless against the countless writhing arms as they wound around me, slick and wet. I was surprised to find that they were not cold, like the water they came from, but were instead warm, their hot, supple flesh moving over my body.
A tentacle wrapped loosely around my throat, and for a minute I thought that would be the end, that I would be strangled and eaten. Instead, the squirming appendage gently brushed across my face. The texture of a hundred tiny suckers was like a hot tongue licking up my neck and cheek, as if it could taste the tears on my skin.
Taken from her homeland, a captured slave girl is dragged to an ancient temple and locked inside, doomed to be ravaged by the tentacles of the ocean god who dwells there.
This erotic short story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains 3800 words of scorching hot tentacle sex including oral sex, double penetration, and slimy impregnation!
Excerpt:
They wrapped themselves around my arms and legs, too many to count. Kicking and screaming, I was dragged back across the floor to the edge of the water. I struggled to free myself, but the suction grip of the twisting arms made it impossible. The thick tentacles holding my limbs were unbelievably powerful, like steel cable as I thrashed against them.
I was completely powerless against the countless writhing arms as they wound around me, slick and wet. I was surprised to find that they were not cold, like the water they came from, but were instead warm, their hot, supple flesh moving over my body.
A tentacle wrapped loosely around my throat, and for a minute I thought that would be the end, that I would be strangled and eaten. Instead, the squirming appendage gently brushed across my face. The texture of a hundred tiny suckers was like a hot tongue licking up my neck and cheek, as if it could taste the tears on my skin.
