Now that you’ve experienced nearly the entire gamut of the delights and deviant desires found at the Monsters Ball, and watched Mistress Erika make Ian into a Gooner Bitch, it’s time to venture into the darkness of your hidden desires and deepest fantasies. What lurks in the undelved and unlit recesses of your unconscious mind? What deviant dreams make you wake in the night, aroused and unsettled? Have you ever explored the world of tentacle sex and cum inflation? Come now into the darkest dream of them all, and enjoy your time in the world of fantasy and exploration with the story of the hapless man trapped in a world of addictive sex and endless oceans of hot, slippery, and aphrodisiac cum.

Tentacle Sex and Cum Inflation at the Monsters Ball

Welcome to the Monsters BallRichard was impressed he’d managed to score an invite to the Monsters Ball, since those were rare and supposedly only someone with an ‘in’ could grab one. Yet here he was, just your average biochemistry lab tech taking the shot at a night of erotic delights and forbidden desires. He kinda figured this would be a night to tell his friends about and convince them to order him one more beer to hear more of the stories; he’d be eating out and drinking for free for years at this point! He’d seen things he couldn’t believe, from shrinking men swallowed up in the folds of a beautiful Mistress to the human personification of a hurricane made into a needy slut, and everything in between! Surely the Ball could never top that sort of show, right? He shivered with a preternatural dread at the thought of what might possibly top the sorts of things he’d already seen, and subconsciously moved away from a chill and dark shadow to his left. When the Master of Ceremonies announced the next performance, he thought about the sorts of things he’d seen in viral videos passed around, and scoffed a little. Tentacle sex? Cum inflation?ย Oh boy, playing with food and balloonsย he thought.

The chill and dark shadow resolved as She stepped into the spotlight and appeared as a hauntingly beautiful woman in a deep onyx cloak, striding towards a clear space in ballroom dance floor. Her ruby lips gleamed as she smirked at the audience. “I know what you’re thinking, and my darlings, I’m so happy to be able to defy your expectations. Never fear, we won’t be playing with our food tonight, nor bouncing on lovely latex balloons, and I’m most definitely not going to deliver some boring pale exhibition, oh no. Tonight I’m going to teach you the meaning of darkest desire and lust.” She reached up and undid the pin holding her cloak closed, and with a gentle shrug, allowed it to fall and pool at her feet.

She was totally nude and at ease in the spotlight, though Richard couldn’t seem to see through the dark shadows between her thighs.

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As she began to caress her body, rubbing and touching herself, there seemed to be some sort of a sheen, reflecting the light in rainbows of iridescence trailing from her fingertips and beginning to run in rivulets down her perfectly formed torso. Slowly her hands moved lower and lower, in swoops and swirls, down her chest and truly magnificent tits, to her ribs, and then down again, over a flat belly towards that dark, shadowed cleft. Richard was mesmerized, caught, wanting those fingers to dispel the shadows and reveal to his greedy eyes the hidden treasure between her thighs. It never occurred to him to wonder how there was such a deep and dark, impenetrable shadow right there, right where he was so avidly watching.

The lighting in the ballroom began to shift, shading towards blues and enhancing the shadows in the corners. The spotlight over the mysterious woman dimmed, slowly, and began to pulse, as if in time to an unseen heartbeat. Shadows writhed from the corners, spreading slowly across the floor, reaching towards the nude glistening woman at the center of the room. The attendees, captured by the shifting light and shadows, swayed towards her, unconsciously moving towards the only remaining bright spot in the room. A dull susurrus of sound, as whispering, or a faraway chant, could be heard by the sharp eared, slowly increasing in volume over time. The rhythm of it caught the audience, dragging minds under to a trance-like state, allowing bodies to become loose and free, to sway, to reach towards the gleaming, glistening, wetly shining Mistress. Richard found himself at the forefront of the crowd, and, unthinking, reached for Her.

As if a switch had been flipped, his touch to her side unleashed the deep shadows between her thighs.

Tentacle Sex and Cum Inflation with HarperTentacles writhed in a darkened nest, anchored between her legs, and reaching out to Richard. The glaze of sticky slime on his hand made his skin tingle, and he suddenly wanted to experience that intoxicating tingling touch everywhere. With reckless disregard, he threw his clothes off, and began to rub the slick slime across himself, whimpering as his own hands left trails of ecstasy behind on his skin. Dizzy, he tried to embrace the gleaming woman with the tentacles between her legs, uncaring if that brought those same tentacles too close to his skin. To Richard’s shock, the tentacles embraced him, reaching and wrapping around his body, holding him tightly in their grasp. She smiled, razor sharp and cruel, and told him “don’t worry, I’ve got you now, just relax.”

Hazy, Richard recalled what the Master of Ceremonies had said: Tentacle Sex and Cum Inflation.

With a sudden shock, he knew exactly what the glistening sticky slime on the Mistress’ body was, what he’d been rubbing into his own skin. He knew the source of it, too, those writing tentacles, dripping wetly to the floor, running down her legs, creating such a pool of wetness. As she laid him down, slowly, gently, as a lover, into the puddle, he moaned. It felt so good. Warm, and euphoric, and he suddenly desired more of it, more cum, coating him, soaking him, enfolding him… Richard mewled in need as he felt the first tentacle begin to wrap around his cock, where he was amazed to realize he was already hard and aching. The slimy tentacle worked up and down his cock, and was quickly joined by more, squeezing and massaging his balls, and lifting his legs into position, spread wide and lewd. The Mistress smiled, as her eldritch tentacles held him and caressed him, slowly penetrating him and spreading that tantalizing cum with every twitch and clench.

The first touch of a tentacle to his ass made Richard flex and jump, already about to cum himself! The tentacles on his cock squeezed, and prevented his orgasm, while she laughed and told him he was a dirty slut to want to cum already. With that, the tentacle at his ass penetrated him. Narrow at first, then wider, filling him and stretch him rapidly, bringing the source of that aphrodisiac cum deep into his being and creating wave upon wave of ecstasy. As it began to move in him, slowly fucking into him, deeper with every push inward, he realized it was being joined by another, so that each could work together to create a truly punishing speed, filling him and driving him higher and higher. He began to realize that each tentacle was steadily spurting out cum, onto him, into him, filling every crack and crevice in him as if he were parched earth and it the long-awaited rain.

A far and distant part of his mind that wasn’t yet subsumed in the lust and desire of tentacle fucking was screaming one phrase, again and again.ย Cum Inflation!

The Mistress’s tentacles held Richard and supported him in the optimal position for deep fucking, filled him and teased his cock, and she herself tweaked his nipples and spread handfuls of the sticky cum across his face. He tried to lick her hands, to get yet more of the cum, more and more, inside of himself. He was desperate for more. He begged for it, for more, to be used and taken, again and again, to be bred by her tentacles and her cum, and to please, please, let him cum. As she fucked him, each tentacle deposited load upon load of sticky wet hot cum inside him. His belly began to bulge from the volume of cum he’d already taken, and when she rubbed her hands over the distended bulk, he whined. “More, please, I need more!”

Poor Richard, to have been used so by the Mistress with the tentacles between her legs.

Could he ever recover from such intense sensations? Could he fuck like a normal person, ever again? Or would he dream every night of the tentacles holding him down and fucking him raw, filling him beyond what he thought his limits were, owning him so completely? Would his mind even be able to clearly recall what he experienced that night at the Monsters Ball? Or would he become an acolyte of the Mistress, swear his life to her service, and follow wherever she led, all in hopes of experiencing the joy of tentacle sex and cum inflation at the hands of an eldritch Mistress from beyond time and space? What do you think Richard’s fate was, in the end?

Continue your trek onward with Mistress Brighton! I’m sure you could use a nice gentle break after such a close brush with the darkness. Something sweet, and normal, and not spooky at all! Trick or Treating with Mistress Brighton would do you a world of good.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this year’s Monsters Ball! I certainly have!

Your Tentacle Mistress, Harper