Romance and the Tender Tentacle by DemonBound

Romance and the Tender Tentacle (f/Alien, nc, rape, rom, ScFi, oral, anal, vag, cum, fac) by DemonBound

Intro: I started this story with the idea that I would enter it in one of the writer’s festivals on ASSM, but I didn’t finish it in time. The festival was for erotic stories of romance. I thought the idea of a tentacle rape romance story told from the monster’s point of view would be amusing, and this is the result.

Warning: My stories are for adults of sound mind and interested in sex stories. If you aren’t, don’t read them. I’m not advocating or promoting anything and no real people are represented. My stories may contain sexual situations you will find offensive, I try to include content information in the parenthesis after the titles, check those codes before reading, they are pretty self explanatory. You’ve been warned about the content, so if you read my stories the consequences are chosen and borne by you. With that in mind, please take a walk on my Darkside and cum.

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She is not at all like one of my kind, but I am perversely drawn to her. So solid and immutable of form, so warm of mind and emotion. Ugly by our standards. She is also weak minded, she can barely perceive my thoughts even when I beam at a level considered rudely loud in my continuum. But I am alone, an outcast to this strange world, and what she lacks in beauty and power, she makes up for in a high energy emotive field that I find I am starving for.

I am concealed by a mental camouflage outside her ‘house’, a place she ‘lives’ in with her parents. I am confused by the reference to two parents instead of only one, but apparently that is the norm here. She considers herself young, a ‘teenager’, apparently, by her thoughts a much put upon slave to her parents. That at least is the same as my continuum. She thinks of herself as pretty, though her fragmented personality, also apparently the norm, has a part that feels anxiety about her looks.

Since I followed her mental odor to this building she calls a ‘house’ (I’m not sure I understand the need for this building, since it appears that she would and does continue to exist outside this structure), she has spent considerable time examining herself in an optically reflective surface. I am attuning my perceptions to match her own ideas of beauty, trying to understand this obsession with appearance. She seems more than acceptable by the strange codes of her own people. The ugly strands of fiber growing from the top appendage of her body are exceptionally long, and a glossy black, her repulsive motile organs are long and appealingly curvy. She spent considerable time examining the large sacks of flesh on her chest for form and consistency, and seems pleased by their contour and something called ‘nipples’ which she thinks look cute as they are ‘perky’ and upturned.

Her species sleeps as does my own, but apparently even during sleep, mental energies are generated and images broadcast. Though of no great strength, her imaginings are strangely tasty, an energy I find most agreeable to the palate. Especially those she considers ‘naughty’. She has vague imaginings of a ‘boy’ kissing her and ‘feeling her up’. She has even more ‘naughty’ dreams of doing the same with a ‘girl’ she is friendly with. Then in her sleep, a very powerful image comes to what passes for a mind among these people. It is an entertainment among her kind called ‘Anime’ and she has watched one of these that was ‘naughty’ with the ‘girl’ friend she fantasizes about. She imagines herself as one of the characters of the ‘Anime’ who is forced to do extremely naughty things with an alien ‘monster’. I am amused, since I bear more than a passing resemblance to that imaginary monster. I like this small, confused, young being with strong desires. I shall give her what she secretly wants but cannot admit.


I have waited until she sleeps, and is doing what she calls ‘dreaming’. This time she dreams that she is being kissed by one of her school instructors. This being is ‘male’ and teaches history, and she considers this entity as ‘dreamy’. She broadcasts images of him holding her tightly in his arms, even when she tries to escape. The teacher then forces more kissing on her, which she enjoys.

It is a simple thing for me to take control of her rather feeble imaginings, and turn them to something slightly more nourishing to me. Her teacher’s eyes suddenly glow orange, his smile grows cruel, and his hands which have been caressing her back and posterior now press down on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. Her dreams become much more energetic as her dream self realizes what her teacher is about to force her to do. She has never done what she now imagines that she is required to do. Left to herself, even had she dreamed of this, it would have been unfocused and vague, she had never even seen a male generative organ let alone orally stimulated one. But I was able to supply the missing detail, for I had read in his mind what her father fantasized about making her do, and in her mother’s mind, the details of the doing..

While the girl, who thought of herself as Eiku, dreamed about doing to her teacher what her father fantasized about her doing to him, I was slowly moving up out of my hiding place in the basement. I could have simple phase shifted through the intervening floors and walls, but there was no need, I could easily flow through the heating duct up and into the girl’s room without even disturbing the grate over the end of the shaft. My pseudopods oozed through the small openings to rejoin on the other side. When most of me was physically in the room, I flowed over to and under the girl’s bed. I sent several eye stalks up over the side of the bed to gett my first real physical look at the being who’s pychic eminations had so arroused my appetite.

To my eyes, she was ugly to the point of repulsiveness, only 5 fixed limbs, two eyes not even on stalks, small and weak, and not too bright either, but her sexual energy called to me. I suppose to a human she would have been attractive. In her agitation at her dream struggle with her teacher she had kicked aside the coverings her weak kind needed against variations in temperature. She lay moaning, occasionally shifting around as random impulses in the dream snuck through the normal barriers her kind used during sleep to prevent movement. Her ‘hair’ was carelessly left unbound and lay in a dark fan against her white sheets, her limbs were slender and graceful. She wore a covering that humans call clothing, a white tunic with a picture of something called a kitten on it (repulsive small predators kept as servitors called pets, considered ‘cute’ by human). At the joining of her lower limbs, her thrashing about had exposed the undergarment called panties, a pink, lacey material that covered her adolescent female primary sex organs. The rest of her relatively long lower limbs were bare of clothing, but one was partially coverd by a ‘blanket’.

I had gathered that the exposure of the ‘hair’ that grew in this ‘panty’ region was a social taboo of some kind, though this girl, Eiku, was young enough that very little hair grew there yet. I had learned that hair was considered a sign of maturity, but she was just reaching the age that such a transformation took place. It was her awakening sexual energies that had called me to her, and it was to arouse those energies upon with I could feed, that I now took the part she so desperately wanted someone to fill.

I send forth several limbs in the form of tentacles conforming to her ‘hentai’ fantasies. (did I mention that humans had several systems of vocal communication called languages? Eiku was fluent in both something called ‘Japanese’ and something called ‘English’, but because the fictional visual art called Anime came primarily from the Japanese area, she always though of certain ‘naughty’ ideas as ‘hentai’) These tentacles hover over her sleeping form waiting for the right moment to strike. I continue to manipulate the girl’s dreams to bring about that right moment.

In her dream, Eiku protests, “No, please, Mr. Johnson…I’ve never done this!”

Mr. Johnson only laughs, and pushed the head of his penis into her mouth, “Take it Eiku, suck it! I am your teacher and you have to do what I say!” She doesn’t really know what to do, but she tries, though she feels shamed by the degradation of this act. She also secretly feels excited and aroused by both the act and by being forced to do it. She sobs quietly around the hard organ in her mouth, licking at it, hollowing her cheeks to suck at it.

As she dreams, I actually slip one of my tentacle tips into her mouth in her sleep, I match my pumping strokes to those of her dream ravager. Two more of my tentacles hold her shoulders as her teacher does in her dream.

Mr. Johnson fucks Eiku’s sweet mouth with a penis that strangely grows larger and becomes oddly deformed. Strange knobs and ridges push between her full lips and pull back for another cruel assault. Eiku grows slowly aware that something isn’t right. She notices for the first time her teacher’s glowing eyes, and views with horror the demonic member pulsing betwen her lips. She tries to pull away from that inhumanly gnarled organ, but now her teacher’s answering laugh grows deeper. Tentacles spout from his shoulders and his body grows larger, horns grow from his temples as the new tentacles grab her wrists, and now her teacher’s hands hold her head as she is forced to continue her task of oral copulation.

“Foolish girl, know that I am not your prescious Mr. Johnson, I am Dorgon, Dark Overlord of the Sex Underworld! And now I will ravish your weak mortal body and soul and make you my slave forever!” Dorgon laughs demonically, and his monsterous cock suddenly spurts copious amounts of foul slime, which Eiku tries to swallow so that she doesn’t drown.

Even to me, an alien entity to this dimension, this seemed a bit meladramatic, and at this time I am new to the concept of fiction as entertainment. But I took Dorgon’s words almost exactly from Eiku’s memories of the secretly watched hentai anime. The taste of demonic sperm I took from Eiku’s mother’s memory of the taste of Eiku’s father’s sperm. And I took the whole concept from Eiku’s own subconscious fantasies. If it was a bit unbelievable, well, Eiku is not the most analytical of beings, and her psychy is absorbing my little directed dream and positively glowing with sexual energy, which I am finding remarkably nurishing and tasty as well.


I had met the Overlord of my own dimension once, it never laughed and had no concept equivalent to human enjoyment. It fed off the energies of its servitors and would have dispised the paltry energy I drained off from Eiku. Far from having any desire for a human female, it would have destroyed her out of hand if she had somehow gotten close enough to it to annoy it, but otherwise it would have ignored her as a wolf normally ignores grass.

But here in this dimension, Eiku was the best food I had found to eat, both up to then and still up to now. Although Eiku’s fantasies were of being sexually dominated and degraded, it was actually she who was in control, for I had to use every bit of my pychic and physical prowess to arouse her as fully as possible, if I was to survive. Her wishes literally became my commands. So it was that when her dream rapist ejaculated his demonic sperm, I echoed that dream reality in physical space.


My tentacles hold her wrists tightly. More tentacles hold her head, while the special tentacle I had made to ravage her mouth pumps strongly into her mouth, which oddly was one of her few features my eyes found appealing, at least until I started adjusting my own standards of beauty to match those of the humans I found myself forced to live among. I found myself actually enjoying the physical sensation of her sleeping suckling of this new organ I had specially made just for her to suck. But the next step was a problem.


My kind do not reproduce by casting off packets of genetic material into other seritor beings who must bear our young. Among my people, offspring are genetically wholely based on the progenitors pattern, though of course the progenitor often tailors that pattern to suit a particular purpose that the offspring must fulfill as the servitor of it’s parent. The problem was that her fantasy called for great quantities of demonic reproductive fluid, that she would be forced to drink. My kind doesn’t have reproductive fluid. So I had to create a substitute, and the attendant organs and nerves to create and deliver it. I finally had decided to give the fluid a double purpose, since I detested the waste of simply spewing out bits of my own body just to give the girl something to swallow. My own ‘demonic love juice’ is actually carefully designed to have the taste of Eiku’s father’s ejaculate, while having the appearance and consistency of the demonic ‘cum’ she fantasized about, but it also contains small servitors that actually look rather like human sperm (which are surprisingly well designed for their task) but instead are absorbed by Eiku’s tissues to become my own ‘watchdogs’ (a guardian servitor) of her weak and vulnerable body. The more of my cum that Eiku drinks, the more teeny servitors I have inside her, making sure that she never gets sick, regenerates from any physical damage, and never suffers from cellular aging, though I have to be careful, as her body is a surprisingly complex interlocking system of tissues and servitor cells, and sometimes it is difficult to tell what is an invader, what is simply an overgrowth of necessary servitors, and what is a normal (if bizarre) natural symbiosis doing exactly what it is supposed to. And it all has to glow slighty green, hang in long ropy strands as it drips down her chin, and taste like he father’s own cum. I do think that I more than earn the sexual energy that I drain from her soul, since it is a lot of work being a sex demon. On that night it was my first deployment of my untried new organs.

So when Mr. Johnson-Dorgon came in Eiku’s school girl mouth, I also came in her mouth in the physical world. It was actually very pleasant! I was suprised, but in hindsight, I had created an organ that mimiced the function of a human penis, even if it was prehensile as no human penis could be, I shouldn’t be surprised when the neural flood produced similar responses in my own system even. This was turning out to be more than simply harvesting of emotional energy, this was what humans called ‘fun’.


In her dream world, the huge cock between Eiku’s lips pumps load after load of foul slime into her mouth, which she swallows as quickly as possible to avoid drowning in cum. She knew with dream certainty that the Overlord of the Sex Underworld would not hesitate to let her choke to death on his cock, so she swallows gulp after gulp (which produced the most enjoyable sensation in the physical world as she swallows the far smaller amount I allow myself to pour down her throat, in the physical world she could actually choke in her sleep, I was reserving the really impressive amounts for when I finally decided to allow her to awaken) but still she ciould not keep up and cum oozed out of her sucking lips to drip in thick ropes down onto her white school girl blouse.

Dorgon laughs, with a deep and maniacal voice, “Ah, my dear, how good my seed looks dripping from your lips. How beautiful to see it running down your chest.” Eiku blushes in shame, but feels her sex become wet at his words, and a warm pleasure spreads against her will through her virgin loins. The demon declares, “Now that you are my slave, having taken my seed within you, I will take that most precious commodity, that thing you value most, your most cherished virginity. And when I have done that, I will finish by raping that lovely ass as well. Then maybe I will throw you to my many minions who would fuck you until your lifeless body burst from the pressure of the cum you will take!” Now tentacles proceed to rip the white blouse from Eiku’s body. She is wearing no bra, as a good girl would have, so the demon knew her secret slut nature. Dorgon laughed and played with her tits (in the physical world, her breasts are considerably smaller, and to my mind more finely formed, but she wished them bigger, so they were bigger), mauling her young flesh in his strong scale covered hands. Then he pulls her into the air, his tentacles pull her legs far apart, exposing her panty clad pussy and then, in an explosive burst, curl around the white material and ripping it to shreds.

This was the moment! I allow her to awaken, her body hoisted above her bed by a multitude of tentacles. She comes awake, and realizes that she is really being held above the bed in her own room, and that there really is a tentacle cock between her own lips, and that for the first time, she could really taste the cum that still filled her mouth. I pulled out to let ropes of cum drip onto her surprised and frightened face.

Eiku screams and cries out, “Oh my god! What’s happening to me?”

I speek into her mind <I am the demon Dorgon, summoned by your desires. But now you shall become my slave!>

“No No…this can’t be really happening, it was just a dream!”

<Oh yes, my pretty little virgin slut, you called out to me, summoning me from the hell of virgin school girls. Now I will take you, and rape away your virginity, and you shall become my love-slave>

Which was more or less what I really intended after all. I borrowed the name of her dream lover. My kind have no names or need for names, but my new pet needed for me to have one.

Now she screams for real, as loudly as she can, fortunately, I had put a compulsion on everyone else in the house to remain asleep no matter what happened.

“Daddy! Help me! Momma! Oh get it off me…let me go!” She struggled in my grasp, but I am far stronger than she (in fact the hard part is restraining her without hurting her).

<Your parents cannot help you now! Your own wicked lusts have summoned me from hell, and now you will be punished!>

Eiku screams and cries in terror. To her, I am indeed the horror of her dreams, but the reality is not so exciting, unfortunately for her, her fear is as nurishing to me as her lust. Now I truely am the rapist she feared. I had wanted her to feel it when I ripped the cloths from her body, which was why I had awakened her. My tentacles quest under her nightshirt to roughly fondle her young breasts, and I find that I actually enjoy this. My perceptions have already started to change, and I find her pert young mounds of interesting texture and spend several long seconds manipulating them. Her nipples had been erect while she was dreaming, but her sleeping arousal had turned to waking terror, and they were no more than flat nubs, but I tweak and tickled them just the same.

<What, not so much fun as your dreams, little slut?> I moke her <It was you that called me here, don’t you like my attentions? Or are you only a cock teaser. But I am no mortal you can entice then leave frustrated in one your little slut games. I, Dorgon, will not take no for an answer>

Now I burst her nightshirt from within, ripping its tatters from her body. I send some of my eye stalks questing down her smooth body, just beginning to show a woman’s curves, and my new perceptions find them pleasing. I enjoy the play of her firm muscles as she struggles in my grasp. One of my tentacles pushes beneath her pink panties to stroke her sex, which while still damp with her nightdream arousal, is now closed and cool as only terror fills her. But I have my own lubricant, made for just such an occasion, and my tentacle leaves wet tracks as it brushes over her nearly hairless mound to push along her tight furrow, parting the labia and teasing at the entrance hidden there.

“No, please, not there…it was just a dream! I’m a good girl! Please don’t I didn’t mean to!”

I begin stimulating her clitoris by sliding a warm slick tentacle along her sex, not penetrating, just a strong hard, male presence. (though of course I’m not really male or female, or maybe I’m both)

<Ah ha ha ha ha> (hey, you try to mentally project an evil laugh telepathically) < Cease your useless protests. Here, let me give your mouth something better to do.>

I push my new special cock tentacle into her mouth. I can read in her mind that she is only just now beginning to realize that this is really happening. I subtly remind her of her secret fantasies, and bring to her attention that I had said I would make her a love slave, not that I would kill her. By now at least her subconcious was starting to realize that this was exactly what she wanted, and if I could get her survival instincts to die down just a bit, I was sure that her arousal would resurface. Terror and lust to me are like meat and potatos to a human, and I wanted both.

Ah yes, now she begins to respond, her sex begins to be wet with more than my own ooze, and her nipples are once again erect. It is time to provide more stimulation to my new slave. Another copy of my new penis tentacle flow up from under the bed, but instead of threatening her virgin vaginal orifice, I choose a different route.

Two of my general purpose tentacles pull apart the cheeks of Eiku’s posterior, exposing the opening of the exit from her digestive track. I am getting into this role as ravager, and the perversity of turning an exit into an entrance is attractive to me. A third general purpose tentacle licks at the tightly closed sphincter. Eiku thrashes wildly as she realizes what I entend, but her muffled screams only serve to further stimulate my cock already in her mouth. I extrude ooze to lubricate the tight opening, and push just the tip into her rectum. It is tight and warm. My orininal plan had been to take her virginity, then force myself into her digestive tract, just as her dream fantasy suggested, but I decide to improvise a bit, this opening seems almost to need a good ‘fuck’ as humans call this activity. I let the organ in her mouth pull free so that I could splurt more of my cum on her face. Somehow it did indeed look good there. Perhaps I had rearranged my perceptions a little too much, but I liked it.

“No no…oh, take it out of my ass…no, not there!”

<Oh yes, there! Such a tempting little rosebud. Let us see just how far it will stretch>

The copy of my new cock tentacle that I positioned between Eiku’s wide spread bottom cheeks was about the size of the one spurting cum on her face, and now down on her pert tits, but I make her mind feel it as much larger as I pull out the lubricating tentacle and position my fucking tentacle.

“No, its too big! You’ll kill me…no please….”

AAAUUUGH…Ouch…oh its too big, Too Big, nonono, TOO BIG, AAAUUUGH!!!”

<And that is just the tip, my little slut, soon you will writh in extasy on my pole fucking deep into your little slut asshole–just as you secretly want!!>

“Don’t push, don’t push…oooooh…oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod….AAAUUUGH

<So tight, and you squeeze me so well, like a good servant should to welcome her Master>

I find her pain to be a tasty treat, but that is not all I feed on, because for Eiku this type of pain triggers some odd sexual response, and she does indeed feel pleasure and arousal. Her nipples are hard under my tentacles. My eye stocks let me see her hairless pussy gaping open, her love channel pink and moist and throbbing. I let her hands move to the fucking tentacle near her mouth, and though she is screaming for me to stop, her hands are stroking my tentacle as if she were masturbating her dream teacher’s cock instead of the demonic monster raping her ass. And I enjoy the raping too. Her ass is tight and warm, dry at first, but I have already dumped a first load of my specially constructed seed inside her to lubricate my anal penetration. I have already pushed past the first ring of her colon, but there is another before me. My internal servitors already flooding her lower digestive tract gave me an excellent view of the massive organ battering at the inner sphincter at the second ring of her colon. I took a firm grip on my tasty young victim’s slim waist, and with an inhuman ripple of muscle, viciously plunged in and through.

<Ah! Take my seed, young slut, you know you want my demon seed in your ass>

AAAUUGH…not not…you’re killing me! Please! Please! No more!”

<Hah! Foolish mortal, you cry out in pain, but I can feel your muscles clenched in pleasure, feel the waves of extacy in your brain!>

I push even deeper into her intestines, sawing back and forth through both sphincters with my hard cock tentacle. At the same time, I plung again into that sweet mouth, and push past her tongue down into her esophagus, closing off her breath. I feel her terror that she would die choking on cock, and it was sweet. The muscles of her throat, desperate to open her airway to breath, massaged my tentacle cock in the most pleasant of manners. I proceed to dump more of my cum down her helpless throat and up into her bucking ass until I was fairly sure I was about to meet myself inside her. Little Eiku really is a slut, even if she never consciously knew it before (this compartmentalized mental system is quite interesting), because even as she becomes sure she is about to die, she is in the midst of a series of tremendous orgasm, wave after wave washing through her nervous system as she starts to pass out. With a final spasm, I pull out of her throat so she can breath, and so come back to full consciousness for the final act of degradation.

After letting her rest, still impaled on my cock in her ass, still dribbling cum on her pert tits, I bring forth my final cock tentacle. It is bigger than the other two, with a massive head and tremendous gnobby shaft. I raise it slowly into her field of view (her vision is so limited with only two eyes, but it does make it easier to scare her.) letting her get a good look at it. Once again I enhance her perception of it, making it look even bigger than it is. There is really no need, it compairs favorably in size to that of the large mammal called a horse, but I don’t care, for her fear is sweet. I am somewhat concerned that I will tear more than her hymen when I push into her, but the strange compulsion of her need drives me to greater cruelty than I had believed I possessed. Besides, I can repair her with my servitors she will receive in my seed should she tear. I actually enlarge the organ slightly.

<Now, little Eiku, it is time for the plucking of your final flower, your oh-so-precious virginity!>

“No no…I mean it, that’s just too big! It’ll tear me apart. Please…let me…let me lick it…or rub it. But it’s just to big.”

No matter what her fantasies, there is real terror here. Eiku is sure that she cannot take this largest of my cock tentacles, but I know that able to or not, she will take it. Madness has consumed me, my normal rational mind has been eaten away by her dark desires, and I find that I now enjoy the role I had simply originally taken in order to gain sustenance. I would take her, and in taking her destroy her will to be anything but mine.

<I will split you apart, my little cock slave, and you will scream for more as you die, impaled on my demonic member!>

I debated leaving her mouth free so that I could enjoy her screams, but she is actually crying out so loudly that I am afraid that she will awaken the neigbors, who’s guardian servitors are already barking loudly. As I once more push one of my cocks into her mouth to muffle her cries, it crosses my mind to wonder how she would react if I took over the mind of one of the servitor ‘dogs’, even more weak minded than she is, and had it rape her too. Perhaps next time. I think Eiku would secretly relish it, and cry even more pitiously at the degradation, but tonight I want her to myself. I rub my largest of pricks up between her outer lips, running its massive girth over her clitoris, until a length greater than the length of her torso had run up between her pussy lips and the head hovered before her cock filled mouth and poised near her large black eyes wide in amazement and wider in fear.

Of course I am not going to use all of that length, I need her alive as much as she needed to be fucked, but if she thought I would not stop until I had pushed into her 3 inches beyond the top of her head, so much the better. I distract her for a moment by pulling out a couple of inches of the cock tentacle in her ass, then ram it home a few times, just to loosen her up, then I slide all that long length of my biggest cock tentacle back down the furrow of her unused slit. I pull her legs widely apart. I push up on her waist and back on her shoulders, making her slender young body a bow suspended in mid-air, her beautiful breasts with their long nipple push up toward the ceiling of her bedroom. I pull her head back by her long dark hair so that my cock in her mouth can more easily fuck deep into her throat, and at the same time prevent her from seening what is happening. Two of my general purpose tentacles play with her labia, spreading open her inner folds, exposing the engorged flesh of her cunt, dabbling in the moisture oozing out of her tight pussy that almost begged an invader into their depth, stroking her nearly untouch clit, bringing her to orgasm before I have even started to push into her.

I pause for a moment, letting the tension build in her mind. She feels the head of my cock tentacle nudging at her opening, and at first is afraid, then as long seconds pass, she begins to want it to begin just to end the waiting, until at last she starts hunching her nearly hairless mound upward trying to push herself onto my hardness to force me to begin. I savor the moment. As a last gesture, I position an eye stalk just above her head, and when her lust dazed eyes finally take in the sight I project into her mind.

<I want to watch it come out>

I send it smuggly, teasingly, and in my most sinister inner voice. And as her eyes widen and she tries to scream around the cock in her mouth and tries to shake her head in denial, I begin to push.

I spread apart the folds of her young cunt as I effortlessly push into the first length of her vagina. I can feel her feeling me stretch her open. I feel her pain as the opening that has never had anything larger than the tip of her own finger inside it spreads to accept my massive more-than-male organ.

I push forward, just a bit, until I feel the thin but so important membrane of Eiku’s hymen, I shift around, tightening my grip of her waist, pulling her legs a little farther open. She whimpers around my cock in her mouth, and her anus clamps on my other cock as if trying to brace herself for what she knows is coming. I hear in her mind her attempts to plea for mercy, but I also hear another part of her mind calling to be raped, ravished, and ruined for any other cock but mine. I am happy to do this.

With a massive surge, I lunge into her. I pull her down onto my impaling cock tentacle as much as I push it into her. Eiku screams as never before, muffled only by my cock in her throat. Her hymen rips into tatters and dissapear as my massive presence plunges down her virgin fuck hole, until I claim every bit of its hot wet depth. Her blood mingles with my cum as I use it to lubricate my mad thrust. Her muscles spasm as her tissues stretch to the point of explosive ruptures, both because of my girth and because I push more and more of that massive length into her as well. Her elastic young vaginal tunnel first straightened then lengthened to accomodate me, until at last I felt that any more pressure would tear her internal organs assunder, though I did stop short of forcing open her cervix, since without special dialation my girth would rip out her womb. My cock in her ass was compressed and I could feel my other cock through Eiku’s thin tissues separating vagina and colon. Then when I had her, in to the limit of her life, I stopped, simply impaling her. I felt her body slowly stretch just a bit more to accomodate me, as her initial screams faded to dazed sobs for her loss.

Then I begin to move. First I pull my length from her throat, giving it another good coating of cum, until the head is in her mouth and she can breath easily. I let her take a breath, then two, then a third, but after the third, I pull her waist upward, forcing my cock down her throat. As I fuck into her throat I pull myself out of her torn and bleeding twat, while bright drops of blood mingle with the glowing green of my cum on her bed. The massive cock head that had split her hymen pulls back to hover just outside the battered cunt lips while my third cock stays buried in her ass, but only for a moment then I plung in again roughly forcing her little vagina open again around my larger than horse sized cock. As I thrust into her cunt again, I pull out of her ass, rubbing against myself as if Eiku were only a glove and I a hand rubbing thumb and forefinger together. I then pull out of her throat so she can breath and scream, but since I had let her stretch and because she was so well lubricated in all three holes, even on that second stroke she felt pleasure amongst the pain, and the scream is less intense than it might have been. Then I begin another round of inward strokes, each matched by rhythmic outdrawings, until a regular cycle is achieved. Cunt, Mouth, Ass. Cunt, Mouth, Ass. And all the while, more of my tentacles stroke and tweak her clitoris, rub and pinch her nipples, carress and fondle skin and muscle and bone. The screams of pain fade to moans of pleasure as I stimulate her every nerve ending and turn to screams of passion as I feel her mind burn toward consuming orgasm. At last she overcomes pain and falls mindlessly into pleasure as her first peaks take her to climax.

Finally she yealds fully to my will, her body glistens with her sweat and my cum. Her pussy pulses around my largest cock tentacle as she cums again and again, still with her mouth and colon filled with my other cock tentacles. More of my cum drips from her over filled orifices, green glowing slime drips from mouth, pussy, and ass, as I fill her again and again with my carefully designed seed. Her long black hair trails into the pool of glowing slime on her bed. Even more drips down her thighs and legs, even her toes are dripping with my essence. I continue to fuck her, raping her every orifice and her mind as well, letting her see through my eyes how her hands stroke my tentacles trying to milk out more cum and how her form bucks and writhes, straining to urge more of me into her body. At last her nervous system overloads with a last string of orgasms, and I allow her to become unconscious.


It has been six months since I ravashed Eiku, stealing her virginity and her ‘heart’.

I live in her families septic tank, taking over the role of the cleansing microscopic life forms that no longer exist there. I regularly come up through the toilets or the shower drains for a quick surprise rape of little Eiku, which she is forced to endure in silence lest we be discovered. She nearly screamed out the first time I pushed a cock into her while she was sitting on the toilet peeing. And she loves for me to wash her in the shower while fucking her in ass and cunt. I make her take a part of me with her to school each day, and while I listen to her teachers, learning more about her world, I lay throbbing in her vagina as her eyes glaze over in pleasure and she cums a dozen times a day in a class full of other highschool juniors. She has gotten good at having very quiet orgasms.

I also give her permission to do the things she has always wanted to do. She now has a boyfriend that feels her up regularly, and who she had given a blow job to in a dark but crowded movie theater. She also has a girlfriend who has gone down on her, and who had shared what she thought was a double ended dildo plunging into both young pussies as their mounds ground together. Of course, that had been a bit of me temporarily grafted into Eiku’s vagina, and she and I had shared the experience of fucking her friend’s tight little twat. And she’d liked being fucked by a dog so much that she’d pleaded with her parents until they bought her a nice big Rottweiler which I controlled for her.

For her, I have given up the moral and esthetic principles of my people, which would prohibit my having such intimate contact with such unevolved and homely beings, let alone reconfiguring my perceptions and world view to match her own so that we could communicate and play our little games. For me, she lives a secret life of lies and what she considers an often terrifying and painful perversion. But what can two beings do? We are in love.