Klance + Other smut oneshots

tentacles 1

She was sure the summoning circle was laid out correctly - a bowl of honey, a bowl of milk, the freshest ghost pepper from her garden, the largest rose quartz she could find, all laid out in a pentagram with her at the head point, her chanting becoming more fluid the more times she repeated it. This was the hardest part, the waiting until her quarry decided to show itself to her. It could take a few minutes, or a few hours, depending on its temperament, but when it decided to grace her presence it would be very, very worth it.

The floor in front of her turned black as slate, and looked a thousand feet deep. Out of its seemingly infinite depths slithered the black, slick, gently pulsating tentacles that she well knew.

One encircled her wrists and held her bound, while two more took her ankles and spread her legs apart, sliding her knees open and leaving her exposed. It was... traditional, to perform this ceremony nude. More and more tentacles shot out of the pentagram until the whole area was a writhing mass of them, and she was picked up with little effort and placed on top of the mound. They slithered under her, not stopping, touching every inch of her exposed skin, and already she was having to bite her lip to stop from moaning.

The being did not hesitate before it slid into her every orifice, sliding between her lips and between her legs and into her ass, spending no more time with foreplay. This being was not summoned to be gentle with her, or to be coy. She had summoned it for just this occasion, for just the fucking she was about to receive.

The tentacles slid in and out of her with no remorse, not stopping, not pausing for a second, coiling deep inside her, until she came, and as soon as she finished riding our her orgasm the tentacles convulsed and filled her with a protoplasmic come.

As soon as they had appeared the tentacles were gone and her floor was back to normal, leaving her alone and satisfied and full to bursting.