EroticReverieFantasies

Saylor 

“Legend!” I cry out as I feel the tentacle slip inside of my pussy. My hands slap down on the  grate, my back arching, feet pushing to the edge of it, legs spread and shaking as my eyes roll back in my head. I close my eyes and let myself moan freely as I feel it slide out and then back in.  The tip of the tentacle is thick, and I can feel the way it’s slightly thicker as more slips inside of me. 

I was having sex. Having sex with a shifter. In his shifter form. I was having sex with an octopus. Even shifter sympathizers would probably damn me to hell for my choice to be intimate with a shifter in human form, let alone in their animal form. But none of that was running through my mind right now. The only thing running through my mind was the way soft slippery tentacles were back around my hips. Sucking at them as he holds my bucking hips. While the other tentacle penetrates me, over and over. Slow , penetrating movements and I feel myself clench around him and feel the whirl of the tentacle as it turn inside of me slightly and the penetration stops, right before…oh. Fuck. 

I groan. Another unladylike sound coming from me as the pleasure seeps through ever bit of my body as his sucker latches to the soft fleshy spot inside of my pussy, it pulses. Sucking at my gspot. 

“Oh fuck” I cry. “Oh fuck, fuck” 

My body is writhing and my chest heaves and I moan loudly, unable to consider I should try to hold back. Even though I doubt my sounds can be heard outside of the feeding room. How many people were still here? How many people were still wandering about and finishing up their shifts, while the octopus feeder was currently getting off on the tentacle of one of them. 

I can feel the end of his tentacle inside of me still moving. Wiggling. The tip of it pushing at my cervix while the sucker remains on my g spot. Pulsing away. Pulling. Releasing. Pulling. Making me whimper and squirm. The tentacles at my hips grab my hips and I let out a shudder and gasp as he relents on my gspot and begins to move the tentacle in and out of me again. 

“Fuck” I whimper. Whining as I lay on my back and move my hands and grab my tits. My nipples sore from his sucking and I can feel the way my nipples ache at my own touch from how swollen they are. I pinch them anyways. lashes fluttering and my eyes rolling at the pain I give myself as I pinch them even harder and pull. 

“Fuck me” I exhale. His tentacles at my hips, the suckers seem to pull harder at my words. 

“Keep fucking me” I moan , even though his tentacle moving in and out me shows no signs of stopping. I groan as I pinch my nipples again, making myself gasp, his tentacle pushing a bit harder against the bottom of my cunt and I bit my lip on a strangled cry. 

“Oh my..fucking…god” I groan as the feel of that tentacle slipping in and out of me, the end of it pushing deep. Maybe it’s the sensation of having his tentacle inside of me, along with the two bracing my hips, along with my hands on my breasts and fingers twisting my own sore nipples. 

One tentacle comes up, I can hear it slip from the water and I gasp as the tip pushes against my ass. Wiggling, flicking at my asshole and making me gasp and push up onto my elbows. 

I lift up enough so I can see his eyes in the water. 

“Not yet” I whimper. Because I’d never done anal and I’d only had sex a handful of times , I was hardly experienced , so to let him have both parts of me at once was making me nervous. The tentacle just continues moving against it. Pushing lightly but not penetrating. Flicking as if it were a tongue licking at me. 

He stops as if questioning if he can keep doing that. I nod. “That’s okay, just…not inside of me” I say and his tentacle in my pussy, strokes my walls and twists and turns as it moves in and out. I can feel the ridges of his suckers as they swirl against my wet walls. 

I bite my lip and keep myself propped up as I watch him. As I watch the tentacle move. Slipping in and out of me. The other still stroking and “licking” over my asshole. I feel it clench. Feel every part of my tense and tighten as he latches one of his suckers back into my g spot. 

My mouth parts and I suck in a breath that comes out at strangled cry as he builds me back up. I keep my eyes on the massive black orbs right beneath the water and push up further. Resting on my hands and my legs quivering. 

“So…good” I breathe. “That feels…so..ungh” I groan and throw my head back and cry out as my gspot is sucked harder. Harder. The pulses making my orgasm take over my body. I’m silent for a brief second as the pleasure hits me like a giant wave crashing through my body. Then I’m screaming out. My orgasm demanding to be known. Legs shaking, my entire body vibrates with tremors as I feel the pressure of my orgasm, as I feel the rush of my release, I wasn’t just having an orgasm. I was squirting. I can hear the trickle of my release as it slips through the grates, as it flies from my body and over the edge of the tank and into Legends water. 

I fall back, my heat hitting the grate and I wince , but arch my back and I grab the grate. Fingers threading through the inch wide squares and holding on as Legend keeps going. Still sucking at my gspot. Still forcing more cum from my body and, tentacles at my hips sucking harder and I know I’ll carry marks from them for days or weeks with how hard he’s sucking to keep in place. Not allowing my ass to push back or my feet that push at the grates to slide me back. No he keeps right there, his sucker finally releasing as my entire body vibrates with a pleasure I can’t fucking describe. 

“Legend” I cry as his tentacle keeps going, no longer sucking at my spot but continuing to move in and out of me. 

It’s like something I can’t name, can’t put into words, the feeling I get as I lay there, next to naked other than my panties that are slipped to one side , while having sex with a man, an octopus. 

I’ve been naked in here too long, risking too much, but my body is fucking burning for more and my pussy is drenched and I can hear the squelch of wetness as his tentacle keeps fucking me. Faster than before. Harder. It doesn’t hurt. Not enough to actually hurt. It’s a good hurt, like the plunging of his tentacle is curing some unknown ache I never knew I had. 

I could lay here forever. Let him fuck me over and over. I needed it. My pussy clenches as if it can keep his powerful tentacle locked inside of me forever. My hips buck as my body still twitches in post orgasm bliss, as it reveals in the slip and slide of his tentacle still whirling and penetrating my body. 

His tentacles slip from my hips and go to my thighs and his tentacles slap over them as the other draws out of me and pushes up. I shudder as the long length drags upward over my clit, climbing up my stomach as the taper end climbs higher and the fatter part lays over my body, over my pussy, the tentacle reaches my chest and lift and hovers. I push up on my hands and the tentacles moves back away giving my me room to lift myself up. And I look down at him. Those eyes look at me, they blink once as the end of the tentacle hovers. My pussy aching and feeling more empty than it ever has. 

The end of the tentacle flicks slightly and moves closer to my mouth. I suck Ike a breath as I realize what he wants. I just blink at the end of it. Then look down at him and I part my lips, my mouth falling open slowly and I watch the tentacle that was inside of me , move closer. I realize he won’t be the one to put it inside of my mouth. So I open my mouth a bit wider and let my mouth take the end of it. Wrapping my mouth around it. 

It’s soft, fleshy, rubbery. Nothing like a man’s penis, yet also, somehow similar. It just fucked me after all. 

I heard the splash of water as his other tentacles undulate and slip out of the water and back in. 

I suck. 

I suck the end of it. Letting my tongue curiously stroke the flesh. I can taste salt. And I’m unsure if it’s me or the tank water. Or both. 

The tentacle rests between my breasts and I grab it gently near my mouth. I had no idea if this gave him any kind of pleasure. How does one pleasure a fucking octopus?

My tongue pushes over the top and under, moving around as my tongue plays against the top I feel a small hole , my tongue teases it. Curious and feeling it. 

Seconds later , my eyes widen and my mouth is full, my mouth parting wider around his tentacle as my mouth flood. Cum. So much cum floods from my mouth, spilling right down my chin, over my breasts and down my stomach as the tentacle latches to my tongue with one of suckers and more cum is ejected into my mouth. I cough. Choking on it as it floods my mouth. Some of it slipping down my throat. My tongue sucked and pulled as a duct releases more and more cum into my mouth. I’m fearful for only a moment until I close off my throat and allow the mess to pool in my mouth. Spilling out of the edge of my mouth and covering the front of me. My eyes on his , the stream of cum slowing, less and less leaving the duct on his tentacle until I feel the last drops hit the pool of cum in my mouth. 

The tentacle slips out of my mouth entirely and then it slips to my chin and pushes.  He closes my mouth. Drink it. It’s almost as if I can hear his voice , even though I have no idea what it sounds like. But there no mistaking the gesture of pushing my jaw up and my mouth closed , with a mouth full of his release. 

I look down at him, the overly salty cum sits on my tongue. Fills my mouth. Until it doesn’t. Until I work my throat and swallow it down. 

His tentacle lowers. Resting on my body and the end of it strokes the side of my neck and then slips up and strokes my cheek as I let my lips part and I exhale. 

I just had sex with an octopus.  I just …drank his cum. 

The tentacle moves against my cheek , as if he were trying to hold my face. His large eyes close for a few seconds and then open again. His tentacle leaves my cheek and slowly slips over me. Stroking my skin. As if trying to wipe me clean. 

I look down and gasp. The sight of it. I’m covered. It’s all over my chest, my stomach. I can see drops dripping from the grate and into the water. 

His tentacle slips around my waist. Entirely and I suck in a breath and my hands grab at the crate as he pulls me forward. I scream, and He stops when my ass is right on the edge as if telling me, I won’t hurt you. One of his other tentacles splashes in the water. Tank water splashing up and over my legs. He wants to clean me. 

I’m scared. How would I get out? But then he pulls me right off and I grab at the tentacle wrapped around me as it squeezes around my mid section and my eyes are wide as I’m dangled up in the air. How? How was a simple tentacle THAT strong?

I’m lowered slowly. Sucking in sharp breath as the chilly water envelops my legs and he lowers me further and further. Another tentacle wrapping around me. Pulling me closer to his head. 

I watch his large black eyes close as he pulls me against his eyes. His giant head moving. As if rubbing against my chest. My breasts slipping over the smooth flesh. I shiver as he slowly releases me. My legs kicking and arms padding to keep me afloat as I bob in the water beside his massive form. 

I move my hands over my stomach and chest. Washing it away , rubbing the evidence that I’d just gotten an octopus off , from my body. Then I paddle again and he slips two tentacles around me and I’m lifted back out of the water. Gasping again. Still in shock at the power of him. The strength. 

I’m set ever so gently on the edge and my hands find purchase again as I scoot myself back , shivering. I’m wet. Soaking wet. 

There are no towels in here. So I have to drip dry before putting my clothes back on. So I sit there and wrap my arms around myself. Just looking at him. 

Several moments go by. And then I realize I’m the one who had to speak. Because he surely can’t. 

“That was….” I pause and feel a heat in my cheeks. It’s a little too late blush Saylor, I tell myself. 

“I…that was…” I pause again, because I don’t have words. 

A tentacle gently strokes one of my feet and then up the back of my calve.

“I don’t know what to say.” I admit. “Thank you? We should do that again sometime?” I laugh slightly with embarrassment. 

His tentacle slaps gently once against the back of my leg. Yes. Once for yes. 

“We can’t do it again. This is..so dangerous Legend.” I say and he strokes my leg. No tapping. No answer to my questions. 

“But I…do you…do you want to do this again?” I ask. 

One tap. 

“And you’d risk being killed for it?” I ask. 

One tap. Yes. 

“I’m not worth that risk.” I say. 

One tap. Yes. But I know it’s not a yes in agreement. I know it’s a “yes you are”. 

“I…I have to think about it…okay?” I ask and he taps once for yes. 

“I wish I could get you out of here. All of you. Not just you guys either, every shifter, everywhere” I say feeling emotion choke me up. 

He just strokes my leg. 

“I want to save you Legend.” I say. 

Two taps. No. 

“But don’t you want-“

Two taps. No. 

I stop talking. 

He’d risk us in here, doing what we just did because the chances of us getting caught were far less likely than if I tried to figure out a way to break him and the others out of here. Screwing around in here is one thing, but people are going to really notice three giant shifter octopus missing from their tanks. 

“I would. You know. I’d try. If you wanted me to.” I say. The admission doesn’t surprise me. I’ve always dreamed of a world where the shifters were captives and side show entertainment for the “normal” humans. 

One tap. Yes. 

I just look at him. Hating how badly I wish he could talk to me. 

“Your…uh…your human day is coming up tomorrow.” I say. 

The day where the injection to keep them in shifted form would wear off. And they would be expected to shift in the water for people to see.  Then would be given a short amount of time in the cove above water. 

But I wouldn’t be able to talk to him. Nobody was allowed to talk to shifters in human form. They were truly prisoners, nothing more than exhibits to almost people. 

“Do you…want me to come see you?” I ask. Knowing that being forced to shift into naked human form is humiliating for them. 

One tap. Yes. 

“Are you sure?” I ask. One tap. Yes. 

“I saw you once,…when I first started working here.” I say. 

“You were beautiful. I mean , you ARE beautiful. Like this too. But…just different.” I say softly. 

He strokes my leg. 

“Can we…..pretend ..” I say. “That um…” I bite my lip as he gently continues to stroke my leg. 

“It can be like…a date…would that make it less degrading, if we pretend the shift is something good, instead of a money grab for the aquarium?” I ask. 

He strokes my legs. 

“We’ll…never get a real date…unless you let me try to get you out of here.” I say and he strokes my legs. 

“Can it be a date? I’ll dress up. Do my makeup.” I say. Feeling silly.

One tap. Yes. 

I smile down at him. 

“Okay. A date then. What’s your favorite color?” I ask and his tentacle slides up and he slips the tip along the hip of my panties. 

Blue. 

“Blue?” I ask and am given one soft tap of his tentacle. 

“Is that really your favorite color, or do you just like that it reminds me of you?” I ask. His tentacle strokes my hip. 

I smile. God, I was flirting with him. But I guess that was less wild than what just happened here before this. 

“Blue then.” I say. 

“A dress?” I ask. 

One tap. 

“My hair up?” I ask. 

Two taps. No. 

“Down then?” I ask. One tap for yes. 

“Makeup?” I ask. Two taps for no. 

“Panties?” I ask. His tentacle slips around me. Grabbing and I gasp and bite my lip. 

My foot is tapped twice by another tentacle. The one around me pulses. 

“I won’t wear any panties then” I breathe. 

“No bra either” I exhale and his tentacle strokes my leg. The one around me wraps around my naked torso twice and grips my body. The end of his tentacle slaps against my breast and one of the suckers latches on and I moan. 

“Oh god” I moan “d-don’t do that” I whimper.

He sucks harder. Harder and I moan and bite my lip as my head goes back and I lean back on my hands. 

“My nipples are so sore” I whine. Another tentacle slides up. Laying against my body as it latches to the other and I moan. 

“But it feels so good” I pant. 

“I love when you suck them” I moan and he pulls harder and I hiss and wince as my sore tender nipples are pulled and sucked and then I feel a third between my legs. 

“We shouldn’t” I gasp but my legs are spreading and even if we shouldn’t. We do. 

We have a repeat of exactly what we just did. Only this time, his tentacle doesn’t ejaculate into my mouth. 

It floods my pussy, and fills me with his cum.