Thirst

He knew she could feel the warmth of his tentacles entwining her frame and kept each feeler moving to entice the human’s waking. And then the single lids of its two eyes opened.

It woke as spooked as the Great Warrior had anticipated. Its drugged fight was instantaneous, pathetic, and thrilling. Irises in the shape of a feather gray disk, the overlarge pupils widened farther once focused on his visage.

A shrill, bird-like call came from its chest, dissimilar to the chirps it had made during mating.

His voice even, granular, and exacting, he said, “I am Glabrx. I am your master. You are my Class One pet, procured from the planet Earth and purchased legally. Do you understand?”

Lashes blinked over and over, the female shaking her head as if to clear it.

“The effects of sedation will end shortly.” Watching drops of clear fluid drip from the human’s eyes, Glabrx ceased communication and rolled his tongues from his maw. The salty droplets were tasted, the human screaming again. “What is this fluid? I did not read about it in the manual.”

Hiccupping sobs, the female trying to curl in on itself, proved verbal communication was pointless at this juncture. Tentacles slithering to warm her trembling skin, he pressed the human to his chest and moved to immediately stimulate its genitals. Offering pleasure would teach the female it was safe near his bulk.

All six tentacles employed with holding her flush, it was the fingers of his hand that patted over the mating recess’ fleshy folds. “Be an obedient female, and Glabrx will spoil his pet. Already I have made you sing female songs. Do you not remember how my flange, my feelers, came to you when you were in the Emporium’s containment pod?”

It wasn’t growing wet, the human’s reaction to having its clitoris stimulated inconclusive. But it was rubbing against him while trying to escape, misfired signals in its brain leading to hyperventilation.

“Human cunt needs flange to remember this warrior’s attention, or do you wish to go back to sensory deprivation containment?” Glabrx had purposefully only offered two options. His pet could learn its purpose quickly or be made purposeless and lonely in the dark.

Screams ended as she stilled, earning many pats from his feelers as a reward. A tiny, almost inaudible grunt at the back of her throat was her only noise when his finger breached the tight mating recess. Glabrx did not prod too deeply, instead, eyes locked on the human’s gray irises, he pulsed at the gate.

His cautious stimulation began to reap a reward. Lubrication began. Soon he was knuckle deep in slippery tight flesh. “Good human female. This Warrior approves of your physical reaction. Soon my flange will make you excited, stretch you until your organ pulsates. Open your legs for me.”

The girl had been staring at his vertical center eye, her attention fixed as if unwilling to take in the rest of his form. That had served his purpose, but at mention of his growing flange, its attention darted down, landing on the engorged, flapping organ. One look and its struggles increased.

Finger removed from its cunt, Glabrx wasted no time in subduing it. He gave his excited flange free reign. The moment it shot inside her tight slit, the female went rigid, back bowed, swollen tits pointed at his lips.

Two birds, one stone.

Sharp toothed mouth lowering, dual tongues lolling in anticipation, he took her nipple and sucked. A thorough seeding, a sweet snack, and a human trilling beautiful music as it wriggled, writhed, and clung… perfect

***

Crouched low, eyes to the rust colored floor, she trembled. Fingers pressing to her pussy, she thought to shield that tender place from the massive thing that towered over her.

It was not done with her yet. “You are to put your hands to the floor, pet.”

Shaking her head no, Evangeline found herself too terrified to speak. Had it not been for the shade and texture of its skin, had it not been for tentacles aligned down its spine, it almost seemed human: two legs, though the knees bent opposite of hers. Two arms, muscled like a powerlifter. It even had a face, something like a nose, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. And three eyes. Two, in sockets like hers, one turned sideways in the center of its forehead. And unlike its purple brothers, it was pigeon blood ruby red.

“What I put inside you is my property. If it is not removed, the parasitic nature of my spawn will begin devouring your internal organs until it bursts from your soft underbelly to consume your corpse.”

Sobs came to partner her tears. None of this could be real. It was only a nightmare brought on by smoking too much pot.

A tentacle slithered into her line of sight. Before she might skitter back, the flushed appendage circled her wrist. Caught, her hand was jerked away and put to the floor where the monster had expected it, upsetting Evangeline’s balance and causing more of the gelatinous deposit in her pussy to splatter out.

Having touched herself there, her hand had been stained the same electric blue as her captor. Seeing it was unreal. “Please, God, help me.”

The creature took a step forward, more tentacles patting over her skin. “I am not your God. I am your owner. You are my pet, purchased to service me as you just did. I am responsible for your care.”

Heart racing, her vision swam. The tip of one of his six hideous feelers caught her chin. Forced to raise her head, she looked upon the beast.

Blue… an unimaginable shade of vibrancy warned that this being was dangerous. She’d seen parts of it change color to violet then crimson when she’d awoken and tried to run—most notably, that deceptive trunk dangling between its muscular legs that seemed to continuously reach for her

Before she might break free, those wriggling octopus tentacles had positioned her in the air, legs spread.

Grunting like a wild pig, he’d put that wriggling thing inside her and manipulated her clitoris with one of those awful suckers.

“There, pet.” His hissing bark of speech was anything but soothing. “Behave and be rewarded with pleasure.”