Buzz... buzz... buzz... buzz... buzz...

  The hotel-supplied watch wrapped around her wrist buzzes. She looks around the room trying to figure out what is going on. She fumbles reaching for her cellphone, and it falls to the floor. She frantically searches in the dark, the watch buzzing loudly. She finally finds it stuck between the bed and the nightstand. A squeeze of the cellphone reveals it's 2 am. ‘It's te,’ she cries. ‘Why is my arm going off?’ She looks at her phone bnkly; it's not her phone that is buzzing.

  ’It's the watch thing.’ She thinks and feels the entire event is making her annoyed and sleepy. ‘I don't want half-priced tacos, she mutters.

  Buzz...

  She grumbles, “I don't care; let me sleep.” She sps at the watch, her phone hitting the floor again. The watch stops making noise. ‘Good,’ she thinks and falls back to sleep.

  If she had been paying attention to the screen on the watch, she would have seen the screen dispying the image of a tentacle beast, the one from the bathroom. The caption text says, “It would like to visit,” but she spped at it, and the door in the back of the room opened silently.

  The tentacle beast, a sentient being who is morphologically simir to a starfish having a radial design with 7 appendages but also a squid having a central beak, moves across the floor onto the bed. Its long tentacles moving in sweeping wave motions allow it to glide across the surface. It coos in arousal, looking for consent.

  It knows the rules.

  It knows it must have consent.

  “Come to bed, hunny,” she says to the room. In her half-sleepy state, she thinks it's Jacob coming back from peeing. However, the tentacle beast ripples in pleasure. Its tentacles heavy with mating lubricant.

  I know the obligations are fulfilled.

  I know the human has consented.

  It slides under the covers. Its soft, warm body curls around her, wrapping her in a firm embrace. Her body is cool on its smooth bck skin.

  It rubs her back, the tentacle suckers making small cupping noises as they grab and let go. She sighs softly.

  It knows earth females need to be prepared for mating.

  It wraps a tentacle around her chest and gently suckers and massages her breasts. A long, thin tentacle wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. The tentacle beast thrilled by the contact.

  It knows it likes this one.

  The woman is dreaming about the tentacle from earlier, how it tasted in her mouth. How she was trying to stand up and take it inside her when it orgasmed. She is confused, as she can even smell it. She can feel the tightness of it wrapped around her. She feels the desperate tingle return.

  In her half-sleep, she is imagining and feeling the tentacle beast wrapping around her thighs. Then they wrap themselves around her knees. then her ankles.

  She is slowly waking up but unsure if this is real or a dream. She feels the tentacles gently parting her legs. Her boy shorts damp with arousal. The tentacle beast can smell her desire. The tiny tip of a tentacle moves across her shorts, its whole body slowly growing slippery in arousal, making her skin feel the now-familiar tingle.

  She lets out a gasp as it slips under her thin gym shorts. It rubs against her sex through the panties as she wiggles in pleasure. The tentacle beast knows it wants more. It lifts her body and slips the panties and shorts off and tosses them at the foot of the bed. Then ys her back down, its favorite tentacle dripping in delight at the fresh wave of smells. It slides a tentacle across her bia and makes her open her eyes for a moment as something hot and warm moves deeper and begins to slowly glide over her clit.

  She moans softly, “Yes, that's wonderful. Don't stop," she begs. She reaches for whoever is licking her clit. Its suction cups bumping and sucking and rubbing her as they pass. Instead of a head of hair, she grabs ahold of the tentacle.

  She wakes up fully. She is gripped with a sense of dread; she looks around in the dark but can see nothing. she smells melon and how comforting the hot tentacle feels wrapped around her. She starts to calm down. She moves a hand over the tentacle between her legs and feels the same slickness as before. The creature is rubbing precum into every inch of her skin, making it tingle and feel warm. She moans louder, ‘I just need to cum, and I will wake up,’ she tries to convince herself, ‘but first I want this.’ She wiggles her hips. Her lower body is getting more and more tense.

  She rubs the tentacle that is swirling around her clit. Its pattern is never the same more than twice. Meanwhile, the tentacle that is rubbing and massaging her breasts pulls away and takes her shirt and bra off, then tosses them in a heap on one end of the bed. It ys her down, but this time. slips between her breasts, the tip sticking up near her face, dripping the white cum-like fluid; it traces her lips, leaving a thin yer on them.

  She licks her lips, then licks the tip of the tentacle. “So warm,” she moans, then swirls her tongue around it as it slowly gives itself a boob job. “So hot,” she moans, and then opens her mouth to let it fill her. “So dirty,” she starts to say as the tentacle teases her tongue like a kiss.

  One of the two tentacles that were holding her legs spread open now moves to her butt and is poking her anus. She shakes her hips trying to say no and pushes her hips down. it moves to her vagina instead. She rexes. Her vagina is soaked, and she feels desperation. She tries to spread her legs further, but they are already spread as far as she can go.

  It pushes firmly, trying to get the thick tip inside. She moans loudly. The tentacle at her mouth moves in and out, pulsing and leaking the warm, melony-fvored cum. She swirls her tongue over the length. She realizes with a hot feeling traveling down her spine that she is living out one of her darkest fantasies.

  It starts to move deeper, making her take more in her mouth than she is used to. the entire length swells. She moans and focuses on not letting her teeth rub against the tender tentacle. ‘I think it might be about to cum Why do I want it so bad?’ She grunts, lifting her hips, hoping to show her desperation to be filled there too.

  The tentacle obliges thinning the tip of the tentacle. She grunts louder as the tentacle slips inside her. She wiggles her hips, the thickness uncomfortable at first, but the warmth spreads, and the tentacle starts to move in and out a few inches at a go, the suckers a deliriously good texture on her g-spot.

  'Is it an alien? Is it native to our oceans? Stop thinking and start cumming; I want it," she thinks. Its questing tentacle tip is looking for the most erotic spot to push on. It decides on bending up against her g-spot harder and just barely hitting her cervix, which it feels is the best.

  The tentacle in her mouth starts to move quicker, its rippling making her squeeze on the member that is filling her vagina. The harder she squeezes, the faster it moves in and out of her mouth. In response, it swells thicker. She squeezes it in rhythm, and the lower tentacle starts thrusting deeper. The tentacle working her clit starts pulling on it more roughly than before. The suction pads feel like nothing she has ever felt before.

  She pants and whimpers, "I'm going to cum," as her body tenses. She cmps down on the tentacle inside her. At the same time, she sucks hard on the one in her mouth. She feels hot, thick cum filling her mouth; she swallows multiple times. She orgasms hard. Her insides growing warm and tingly. The tentacle still moving inside her keeps the orgasm going.

  Then the one in her swells till it starts to hurt. She clutches the sheets as the tentacle spshes her insides with a steady stream of cum. She shudders and begins to orgasm again before going limp as the tentacles turn her onto her belly. then raises her onto her knees. her butt now high in the air.

  It withdraws from her mouth and vagina. She feels empty inside and wants it back. She can feel the tentacle beast moving behind her in her blissed-out state; she swallows the st of the cum. The slippery cum starts dripping out of her onto the sheets. She feels the two tentacles that had just been inside her wrap themselves around her breasts and pull. Something bigger presses against her vagina.

  the clit tentacle not letting her orgasm fade. She presses back against it and can already feel her sexual tension building again. Another tentacle rubs at her lips, but every time she opens her mouth or tries to lick it, it moves away.

  The tentacle beast knows it must not cum again too quickly.

  It knows it must breed her soon.

  She presses back against the tentacle beast and whatever it is pushing at her opening, but it's thick. She feels stretched from the st tentacle but isn't confident the rger appendage will fit. She pushes harder; she wants it inside her. Whatever it is makes a popping sensation as it slides past her pubic bone, the feeling making her grunt in pleasure and a little pain. She grunts again as it pulls out.

  She cries into the bnkets, “I want it; give me more,” she demands from the tentacle. It pushes into her again, two slippery pops as it goes deeper. She feels so full she isn't sure she can take any more. It pulls out and goes back this time three pops. She squeezes the tentacle sharply to show she is concerned it's too much. The tentacle beast stops going deeper and focuses on rhythmically pushing and pulling its bumpy tentacle in and out of her, waiting for her to adjust.

  She pushes back against the fourth bump and feels a small sense of accomplishment when it finally slides inside her. They settle into a new rhythm, her panting and gasping as her belly feels swollen, the 5th bump pressing into her when she pushes back. She grunts with determination and need. 5th bump refuses; she changes the angle of her back and pulls her knees closer together, and biting her lip, she pushes back. With effort, the next bump is pushed into her, making it 5.

  The tentacle beast pulls back completely, each pop making her shudder and clench. “Why did you pull out?” she curses the tentacle for making her feel so empty now.

  The tentacle beast knows now is the time.

  It pushes back in all 5 bumps, but there are more bumps. She can feel the 6th pressing on her opening, but it won't fit. The monster adjusts its angle and starts moving more deliberately. She thinks it must be close. Each of the tentacles is slowly dripping cum, including the one teasing her lips. She squeezes around the bumps inside her. Frustrated with the tentacle teasing her, she bends her head down to lick the tips of the tentacles, pying with her breasts, but they move away.

  She pants, the size starting to get painful, but she is determined to make the odd, bumpy tentacle cum inside her. The 5th bump slides much easier inside her this time, and then the tentacle pulls out, leaving her still feeling full like something was left behind. It thrusts back in, and this time there are only 4 pops. It pulls out, leaving her feeling even more full, then back out with 3 pops.

  She feels her legs giving out as she starts to shudder. She moans and squeezes the round objects left inside her. What they are finally clicks: "You're filling me full of eggs," she cries out loudly. She feels a wave of warmth spread across her body, then a deep pulsing, and then it feels like electricity. “You're impregnating me," she grunts each sylble in a primal way. She now knows it is an ovipositor she is squeezing. Now that 4 eggs are filling her vagina, she can look down and see that her belly looks a little fuller. “Fuck, make me a tentacle mommy,” she moans into the universe. Her own tension already built back up and about to burst as it deposits the st egg. She has a debilitating orgasm and falls ft on the bed.

  It knows it has done well.

  The tentacle monster redresses her. Taking care not to shift her too much. Then tucks the bnkets in tight.

  It knows the mother must stay warm.