Comment on Tentacle Situation by veralde

Her stomach churned ... not in revulsion at the cloying grip of the creature's tentacles upon her limbs ... but at the deep and irresistible lust she felt for it as it coiled about her. Perhaps the fluid glistening on its flesh had some narcotic effect, rendering her will compliant to its intentions ... or did her very soul long to become its willing supplicant. As the thickest of the tentacles brushed against her most private flesh, a thrill crackled across every nerve in her body. She was lost. She felt her legs spread willingly. "Let it begin," she whispered. "Let it begin".