Monster Sex

But it didn’t break her. The pain of having her insides stretched so deep, and having both holes spread taut by its girths, was again lost under the climax that ripped through her. As the beast’s body pressed down on her head, her shoulders, her back, and her ass, gently pinning her to the blankets, she could only move her legs. Her feet kicked at the blankets, and thank fucking god, the tentacle rubbing her aching, sore clit stopped. But, as her muscles clenched, and her cum leaked out of her some more, the beast did not stop gently fucking her.

“Please ... st ... stop...”

It ignored her. Or maybe it couldn’t hear her, with how she was buried beneath it. Either way, it was content to stay deep inside her, so deep its pelvis remained where it was, snug to her ass, and shifting back and forth in the most gentle fucking she’d ever had. Gentle, and so deep it was a wonder she didn’t have a ruptured colon. She knew she didn’t. All she felt from its insistent need to keep its fat girths bu