Darthfluffy
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Foreword- This was a small piece I wrote when someone asked what's the darkest fantasy I would indulge. This is what I scrambled together.
(Monster tickling involved if that bothers you)
Alright then,
The darkest concept I've reached is where I wanted to be able to grow tentacles from my back.
Like an aberration. An eldritch horror of torment and pleasure. I want to roam the night, finding victims walking around in the street.
She could be walking home from a crazy night out. Her jacket clinging to her shivering shoulders. The moment she turns into an alleyway she feels my appendages curl around her wrists and ankles. She attempts a scream before I muffle her and drag her into the dark.
I hold her up to my face. her mascara running down her cheeks. Her eyes shining in the moonlight.
I cannot wait to break her.
As I bring her to my home I restrain her on the bed. She is scared. I wish to drink the fear from her eyes. I slowly feel her body. Her firm muscles staining aganst my tentacles. They start to explore. To taste. She's writhing under them, desperately crying out for someone to wake her from this nightmare. Fortunately this Is very much real. She is forced to experience every touch. She tries to bargain with me. Promising silence in exchange for freedom. I don't think she fully grasps the situation here. She is my prey, something for me to hunt and consume. My tentacles are tearing off of her clothes while my hands begin to unbuckle her heels. Now screaming her entire body is fighting the coming storm of torment. I have two tentacles explore her sides. At first seizes up, but her muscles betray her as the soft touches force laughter unknown to her. They snake up towards her armpits, wriggling their tips causing her to shake and scream with laughter.
I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting more.
I leave my tentacles to her upper body. They caress and tease her breasts. She is struggling to stay composed. I finally slip of her heels unwrapping to beautiful pink presents before me. Her dark polish and slender feet are driving me crazy. I stop my tentacles for a moment she catches her breath. I take one finger and slowly drag it down her sole. Her face contorst, her screaming bloody panic. It seems I have found her weakness.
How delicious.
She starts to buck and scream, thrashing around as best she can but to no avail. She is mine to play with now. I add a finger to her other foot as they start to draw figure 8s along her supple pink flesh. She responds accordingly as laughter is drawn out of her body. I continue my artwork, adding more fingers scribbling nonsensical writing while she screams an octave higher.
I don't think she'll really have a voice when I'm done with her.
I stop my fingers to give her a rest. She seems to be whimpering. It's adorable. I lean my face closer to her sole. They react to my breath. I give her right foot a small kiss. She gives the most twisted confused look I've ever seen. I kiss again, this time on her middle toe, it seems to tickle a bit as she squirms away emitting a small giggle.
Enough of if this foreplay. I start to worship her feet. At first I give lots of little kisses along her smooth sole. She actually seems relieved. Other than a few giggles when I reach her toes she is calm and softly moans. I feel that she may have liked this in her former life. Time to change tactics I guess.
I lick her foot, starting from her heel then snaking it along her arch causing her to laugh again. Finally ending on her toes with a scream. I explore them with my tongue. Darting between them while occasionally sucking. She is now convulsing as her laughter becomes hoarse. I stand up. I speak my first words to her.
"Well then, I feel that this introduction was satisfactory" Her eyes widen. "I think I'm going to keep you then. Besides I felt some sort of connection through our little moments." The raw panic emanating from her is incredible. "Don't worry, should my next hunt be successful..." I sit in front of her left foot and start to trace the edges. "You won't be alone in the basement for long".
(Monster tickling involved if that bothers you)
Alright then,
The darkest concept I've reached is where I wanted to be able to grow tentacles from my back.
Like an aberration. An eldritch horror of torment and pleasure. I want to roam the night, finding victims walking around in the street.
She could be walking home from a crazy night out. Her jacket clinging to her shivering shoulders. The moment she turns into an alleyway she feels my appendages curl around her wrists and ankles. She attempts a scream before I muffle her and drag her into the dark.
I hold her up to my face. her mascara running down her cheeks. Her eyes shining in the moonlight.
I cannot wait to break her.
As I bring her to my home I restrain her on the bed. She is scared. I wish to drink the fear from her eyes. I slowly feel her body. Her firm muscles staining aganst my tentacles. They start to explore. To taste. She's writhing under them, desperately crying out for someone to wake her from this nightmare. Fortunately this Is very much real. She is forced to experience every touch. She tries to bargain with me. Promising silence in exchange for freedom. I don't think she fully grasps the situation here. She is my prey, something for me to hunt and consume. My tentacles are tearing off of her clothes while my hands begin to unbuckle her heels. Now screaming her entire body is fighting the coming storm of torment. I have two tentacles explore her sides. At first seizes up, but her muscles betray her as the soft touches force laughter unknown to her. They snake up towards her armpits, wriggling their tips causing her to shake and scream with laughter.
I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting more.
I leave my tentacles to her upper body. They caress and tease her breasts. She is struggling to stay composed. I finally slip of her heels unwrapping to beautiful pink presents before me. Her dark polish and slender feet are driving me crazy. I stop my tentacles for a moment she catches her breath. I take one finger and slowly drag it down her sole. Her face contorst, her screaming bloody panic. It seems I have found her weakness.
How delicious.
She starts to buck and scream, thrashing around as best she can but to no avail. She is mine to play with now. I add a finger to her other foot as they start to draw figure 8s along her supple pink flesh. She responds accordingly as laughter is drawn out of her body. I continue my artwork, adding more fingers scribbling nonsensical writing while she screams an octave higher.
I don't think she'll really have a voice when I'm done with her.
I stop my fingers to give her a rest. She seems to be whimpering. It's adorable. I lean my face closer to her sole. They react to my breath. I give her right foot a small kiss. She gives the most twisted confused look I've ever seen. I kiss again, this time on her middle toe, it seems to tickle a bit as she squirms away emitting a small giggle.
Enough of if this foreplay. I start to worship her feet. At first I give lots of little kisses along her smooth sole. She actually seems relieved. Other than a few giggles when I reach her toes she is calm and softly moans. I feel that she may have liked this in her former life. Time to change tactics I guess.
I lick her foot, starting from her heel then snaking it along her arch causing her to laugh again. Finally ending on her toes with a scream. I explore them with my tongue. Darting between them while occasionally sucking. She is now convulsing as her laughter becomes hoarse. I stand up. I speak my first words to her.
"Well then, I feel that this introduction was satisfactory" Her eyes widen. "I think I'm going to keep you then. Besides I felt some sort of connection through our little moments." The raw panic emanating from her is incredible. "Don't worry, should my next hunt be successful..." I sit in front of her left foot and start to trace the edges. "You won't be alone in the basement for long".
