Tentacle Entanglement: A smutty fantasy romance

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The monster raises his arm in a slicing motion that causes the sound of tearing. My breath catches as a rip forms in the air. Shit. I’d heard of the fabric of time, but this is ridiculous. Please,” I say through the gag. This time, the tentacle around my mouth loosens to allow me to make a sound. What lies beyond my room is a landscape of volcanoes and fire. I would call it hell but even demons might find it inhospitable. The pulse between my ears pounds so hard that it muffles all sound, including the meditation I’d stupidly played to attract a soul mate. Had I heard him right? He can’t be taking me to his dimension. Dimensions are a thing of science fiction. They don’t even exist.

But a few minutes ago, I would have said that monsters were figments of overactive imaginations. Now, I’m suspended three feet off the wooden floorboards by a creature of shadow and tentacles. The monster hesitates for several moments. I can’t tell if he’s considering my words or deciding whether or not to take a risk with my life, but when he closes the rip in the air, I collapse with relief. New to me, Siggy Shade has a mastery of telling a story, unfurling the monster heat, and wrapping it up in a way that makes me want more more more. I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping.

Have I gone down a weird rabbit hole of monster smut? Yes I have. Have I the found weirdest monster smut on the market? Possibly. It’s by far the most bizarre I have read. Romance : 3/5 until the end of Mr Roberts then 5/5 : he’s a transdimensional monster, come on! Is he supposed to be courting her with roses and chocolate like a human would?? No! Every nerve ending on that side of my body tingles in anticipation of those tentacles. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch. Dating apps are okay, but most of the guys there are either players, time-wasters, or catfishers. And then there are scammers like the Tinder Swindler. Alexis is a struggling artist in a terrible apartment over a coffee shop run by a horrible pervy boss. She gets told to listen to a meditation video about Calling Out A True Mate - he he he - where can I find this video?? Cause DANG. The monstrous alternate dimension creature that appears is consumed with pleasing her.

Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip.He pulls me away from the rift in the air and loosens the tentacle gag a little further. “Explain.” Alright! This was recommended to me by @MyMetalMonster on Tiktok. I said I wanted tentacles and DANG did this rec deliver!!! My gaze whips around the room. All I see is the dark. Either he disappeared the moment the clouds covered the moon or this monster really is made of shadows. Heat floods the room, explaining why I’d woken up feeling too hot. He must have brought it with him when he entered through the portal. The air becomes acrid with a suffocating scent of sulfur. My eyes itch, then they water, then it feels like tiny claws are scratching my throat. I blink over and over, coughing, choking, gasping for air. I’m human,” I say through panting breaths. “There’s no way a person like me could breathe, let alone survive in an atmosphere that toxic.”