Tentacle Masseuse (a paranormal erotica) (2 page)

As I was getting lost in the tendrils encircling my legs and
slowly traveling upwards, I felt more tendrils at my shoulders. The new touch
somehow didn't surprise me, and I let out a groan of satisfaction as they
slowly undulated over my collarbone. They moved in slow, snaking patterns,
gliding over my skin and down towards my breasts.

The sweet, crisp smell of the massage oil began to fill the
room in a thick cloud, and it invaded my nose and lungs. I realized that I was
breathing heavily, practically panting as I was filled with the sweet aroma.

My hips were moving again, in slow circles that mirrored the
pace of the tendrils working my legs and my chest. I didn't try to fight it
this time, and let my body respond to this otherworldly massage.

The tendrils on my chest snaked around my breasts, and the
left was a mirror image of the right. They traced the curve along my ribs, down
across the underside, and met in the middle along my cleavage. Then they
reversed their pattern, and then back again.

As the tendrils on my breasts moved in their hypnotic
pattern, the ones around my legs were moving upwards again, twisting around my
knees and up to my thighs. The tips began tracing a tantalizing pattern along
the electrified flesh of my inner thighs, leaving hot, tingling trails in their
wake.

"Oh god, that feels incredible..." Brian panted
from the table next to me. His breath was heavy and ragged, his voice tight and
strained. He sounded the way he did when I was sucking his dick, and he'd
murmur his appreciation as I worked.

The smooth tendrils at my breasts circled inwards, spiraling
around my mounds before zeroing in and encircling my nipples. I sucked in a
quick breath as they tightened around my nubs, sending darts of pleasure
shooting through me. The tendrils squeezed and pulled, teasing and taunting me.

My back arched as I gave myself over to the tantalizing
touches. I felt like I was on fire, my entire body hot and very, very bothered.
I don't think I'd ever been as aroused before in my entire life.

As the tendrils at my breasts continued to work my nipples,
the ones wrapped around my legs were on the move again, snaking up, up, up.
They glided quickly over my thighs and zeroed in on my throbbing sex. I felt
the tips of the tendrils move over my nether lips softly, barely a whisper of a
touch. But even that tiny contact was enough to send me reeling, and I tossed
my head back and let out a low, long moan.

They traced my slit, and I felt myself clench. My hips began
moving again, back and forth, begging for more attention from those warm,
tingling tendrils. They received the message from my body, loud and clear, and
traced my slit again, this time with more insistence.

They moved against me, playing at my folds and spreading my
wetness over my nether lips as the tendrils at my chest continued to snake
around my breasts and tantalize my nipples. The feeling of so much concentrated
attention, all at once, was overwhelming. My body felt like it was on fire.

The tendrils between my legs began to move again, and one
landed on my swollen clit.
Holy. Shit
. An intense wave of pleasure
crashed into me as that tendril began to undulate over my hot button. My breath
caught in my throat, and before I could recover from the pleasure, another
tendril slipped past my folds and plunged into my hot, hungry pussy.

"Oh,
fuck
!" I cried out as the tendril
filled me, going deep. It expanded within me, pressing against my inner walls
and stretching me out. I had never felt so deliciously, utterly filled in my
life, and the pleasure was beyond overwhelming.

The tendril inside of me eased almost out, playing at my
entrance for a moment, before thrusting back in with force, filling me up once
again. While that was happening, another tendril stroked my clit, alternating
between firm pressure and feathery light tickles. Other tendrils were still at
my breasts, snaking around and squeezing my nipples, making me arch my back and
press my chest forward, demanding more attention.

All of these tendrils were moving together, performing a
perfectly synchronized dance of overwhelming pleasure. As they worked my body,
I lost myself. I was vaguely aware that a stream of incoherent cries was coming
from my lips, but I didn't care. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and
buzzing with warm electricity. My toes curled, my scalp prickled, and waves of
heat radiated throughout my body.

My breathing was ragged and heavy, and I could hear that
Brian was just as lost to pleasure as me. He was letting out a stream of moans
that were growing steadily louder and more urgent. I opened my eyes and glanced
over at him.

He was on his back, like me, with his head tossed back and
his mouth open in ecstasy. There were thick, vivid green tentacles, almost like
vines, all over him. They snaked around his neck, moved at his nipples,
encircled his biceps. I looked down and saw one wrapped around his cock,
spiraling and moving over it at a steady pace. More green tendrils were wrapped
around his balls, tracing a light pattern over the delicate skin.

The sight of him so lost to pleasure only fueled the fire
within me, and I writhed under the tentacles that were working on me.

"Yes, oh yes, yes,
yesssss
...." I hissed,
as the tendril inside of me fucked me with fervor. I was close, perilously
close to the edge, and I was suddenly desperate for release.

All of the tendrils on me responded, each one moving faster
and with more force than before. They wrapped around my nipples, squeezing and
pulling. They increased the pressure at my clit, rubbing with fervor. And they
fucked me harder, going deeper than before, swirling inside of me and filling
me completely.

"Oh my god," I cried, my body beginning to tremble
as waves of tingling, hot electricity washed over me. "Oh my god, oh my
god, oh my god!"

And then there were more tentacles on me. I felt them spiral
around my arms, my legs, my neck. They snaked over my thighs, around my wrists
and ankles, over the soles of me feet and up the back of my neck. All of them
were warm and tingling, and they all undulated together in a hypnotic rhythm.

The tendrils were strong. I realized that they were holding
me down, forcing me to endure every little bit of this overwhelming pleasure. I
tried to pull against them, but the feeling of complete and total restraint was
oddly satisfying, and only fueled my burning desire.

And then the tentacle fucking me began expanding again,
going deeper and harder than ever before. It pressed against my g-spot one
final time while all the other tentacles tightened around me, and I shattered
into a million pieces.

My entire body quivered as hot, tingling flames shot through
my veins. Every muscle in my body tensed as every nerve ending was electrified.
My toes curled, my fingernails dug into my palms, my back tried to arch off of
the massage table, but the tentacles held me tightly. A growling, primal cry
escaped my lips, coming from somewhere deep within me. I'd never heard myself
make a noise like that before.

I heard a noise similar to my own from Brian on the table
next to me. His voice was ragged and hoarse, just like mine, as he gave himself
over to his own orgasm.

I rode wave after wave of pleasure, my body one giant, raw
nerve. The ecstasy was beyond overwhelming, and it seemed to stretch on and on
forever. I gave into it, letting myself get lost in the intensity of the
sensations.

Slowly, oh, so slowly, the feelings began to ebb. I took
deep, steadying breaths as I came back down to Earth. I was only vaguely aware
that the tentacles that had driven me so wild moments ago were gone. My body
was still hot and tingling, my muscles were completely relaxed and feeling like
jelly.

Finally, I opened my eyes. Forrest was still standing in the
space between the two massage tables, his perfectly normal, albeit beautifully
muscled, arms hanging loosely at his sides. Brian was breathing heavily, looking
like he'd just been very thoroughly fucked.

"Our time is up. I hope that you enjoyed yourselves.
I'll leave you two alone to recover and get dressed.” Forrest said in his
serene, smooth voice. He clasped his hands together and gave both of us a serene
smile. “And please, do help yourselves to some more water. It's very important
to rehydrate after a good massage."

I slowly sat up, my body still tingling and glowing from the
aftershocks of my orgasm.

"I'll make sure that Ivy has the recipe for the water
infusion ready for you at the front desk. Enjoy the rest of your day!" He
said, and turned on his heel to exit the room.

"
Wow
." Brian said, once we were alone. His
voice was barely more than a whisper. "Are massages always like
that?" He asked, still sounding very, very dazed.

"Um, no. They’re not usually so, so..." I trailed
off, not sure how to finish my thought. I realized that I sounded just as dazed
as Brian.

“Let’s book another appointment on our way out.” Brian said,
and I could only nod in agreement. I
definitely
wanted to do that again.

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H
ere’s an excerpt from Ghost Sex, by Rose Black!

When Charlotte moves into an apartment in an old
Victorian building, she figures her new home is bound to have some quirks. What
Charlotte didn't expect was to be sharing her bedroom with a very horny ghost!

Here's a taste:

My entire body was tingling, covered in goosebumps, but I no
longer felt cold. Instead, there was a warmth rising up, radiating out of me
from deep within.

I didn’t know what part of this scenario was most
unbelievable. Was it the fact that I was almost definitely being groped by a
spirit, or ghost, or whatever this was? Or that, instead of being frightened
out of my mind by this strange paranormal activity, I seemed to somehow be
enjoying it?

As my nipples continued to be torturously teased, I suddenly
felt more cool tendrils at my ankles. My breath caught in my throat. I
definitely wasn’t expecting that.

They began to move up my legs, tracing slow patterns as they
went. Up, up, up they traveled, gliding over my calves, my knees, my thighs.
When they circled in, snaking against my inner thighs, I let out a cry.

The sensation was overwhelming. The feel of icy hot vapors
playing with my nipples and massaging my upper, inner thighs at the same time
was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, or anything I ever expected to feel in my
lifetime.

I began moving my hips, a burning desire building. These
otherworldly caresses were stoking that fire inside of me, igniting an ache
deep within my wet pussy.

I was hungry for more, my body yearning for satisfaction.

The otherworldly touches on my thighs began moving against
my legs with more urgency, more force. I felt my legs being forced open, my
invisible lover pushing my thighs apart. Once my legs were spread, the swirling
fingers traveled upwards, homing in on my eager mound.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my back as the tendrils
traced the folds of my hot slit, leaving a trail of icy tingles in their wake.
I’d never felt anything like that before, and it was beyond exquisite.

They kept at it, moving slowly, then quickly, then slowing
down again. The icy vapors were teasing me, making my breath catch in my
throat.

And then they zeroed in on my clit, rippling over and around
it with insistence.

Holy. Shit.

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M
ore Titles By Rose Black:

Bred By The Fae

Bred By The Horny Incubus

Backdoor Babysitter

Deep Throat Babysitter

Double Stuffed Babysitter

Gangbang Babysitter

Ghost Sex

Ghost Threesome

Graveyard Gangbang

Red As An Apple

Ritual Gangbang

Ritual Sex Pact

Ritual Demon Breeding

Ritual Lactation

Sex Drive

The Babysitter Sluts

About The Author

Rose Black lives in New Orleans and likes to write down her
dirty daydreams.

She hopes you enjoy them as much as she does.

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