Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was horny.
Actually, he was nearly always horny, but now he was especially horny.
It had been a long, lonely night already, and morning was another couple hours away.
Being a tentacle monster, he needed no sleep, which made the dark hours pass away agonizingly slow.
To pass the time, he was basking in the wonderful memories of the day
before, when he had made love to his mistress. But these memories just
made him hornier, which made it even worse to survive the long night
until his mistress would finally wake up.
He moved to the bedroom door. Sitting in front of it, he pondered what he should do.
He wanted to go in and touch his mistress, but if he woke her up, she
would probably be angry. And he didn't want to make his mistress angry.
He only wanted to make her happy.
But he wanted to make himself happy too.
He wondered what he should do.
After a long while of pondering, he decided to make himself very thin
and move through the gap between the floor and the bedroom door, the
wooden barrier between him and Lianna.
His mistress' bedroom was dark, but not completely so. Some starlight
was shining in through the window, and he could make out the sleeping
form of his mistress in her bed in the dim illumination, although he
didn't need the light to see her form. After all, he had no eyes, and it
was magic that gave him his senses.
She was so beautiful.
And the way she was lying was very bad for his current condition.
The bed sheets only covered her lower half, while her upper body was
naked, her gorgeous breasts, adorned with cute pink nipples, exposed to
his hungry eyes. She was lying on her back, arms to the sides, a content
look on her quiet face.
Qi'xatl wanted to touch her breasts.
But that would wake her up, he was sure.
He wondered what he could do which would make him happy, but not wake her up.
He had an idea.
If he was lucky, he thought, she was sleeping completely naked, without panties covering her sex.
He could not touch her if he didn't want to wake her up, but he could at least get as near to her happy place as possible.
Thus, he sprouted one very, very thin tentacle. Then he carefully slid it under the cover.
He concentrated on his sensory abilities, which allowed him to see through the tentacle, even in the darkness under the covers.
It made him happy to see that his mistress was indeed not wearing
anything, and her beautiful mound lay exposed. She even had her legs
slightly parted. His tentacle also took in the smell of her pussy now,
which made him yearn even more for her warmth. He wanted to smell
nothing but her smell, wanted to be suffused in it.
So he made his body very thin, until his entire form was that of a
single, thin tentacle. Then he made himself shorter, pulling the end
that was still outside the bed into himself, until he was only a little
blob the size of a small stone, lying between his mistress' legs, only a
few millimeters away from her soft warm lips.
His whole body was now surrounded by her wonderful smell, which he
inhaled deeply through his skin, basking in it. There was no better
smell in all the world, he knew. It was intoxicating.
But then he realized what a bad idea it had been to come here.
The heady smell made it increasingly difficult to concentrate on keeping himself from touching his mistress.
He so desperately wanted more than just the smell now. He wanted the
taste, and the feeling of touch, too. He wanted to slide into his
mistress' wonderful pussy. To absorb the sweet liquid, to feel the heat,
to be gripped by her tightness.
Then something happened that made him realize even more what a bad idea it had been to come here.
His mistress suddenly moved in her sleep. Unexpectedly, she clenched her legs together, trapping him between them.
He, his body still a round mass the size of a marble, was suddenly pressed between her pussy lips and her thighs.
The sudden heat and the wonderful softness of the skin touching him
almost everywhere now made him almost lose the ability to think clearly
again.
But then another, terrible thought came to him. And he realized that in
his horniness he had made another, terrible mistake. He had forgotten to
change the temperature of his body.
The day before, he had just naturally assumed the temperature of the
room surrounding him. But during the night, in his boredom, he had
experimented in new ways to change his body, temperature one of them. If
he remembered correctly, he had made himself pretty cool, and then set
his mind to other thoughts.
And he had completely forgotten to make himself warm again before sneaking into his mistress' bed.
And as he had feared, his mistress seemed to notice him, a cold little thing between her warm legs.
He could feel her move, and make some noises, but he wasn't sure yet if she had awoken.
He quickly changed his temperature to no longer be noticeably cold
against her skin. And he began shrinking, hoping to somehow get out of
the hold her legs had on him, and slip out of the bed unnoticed.
He was relieved when the pressure of her thighs against him suddenly receded.
He was about to roll away, when he was suddenly gripped by her hand.
"Qi! Is that you? What are you doing?", Lianna yelled.
Qi'xatl played dead. Or rather, he didn't move or respond, hoping
against all chance that she was still half sleeping, and would think him
to be just some bug that had come from outside the window and crawled
into her bed, and just throw him on the floor.
But he quickly found himself in front of two huge, green glowing eyes.
And he could see Lianna's face form a grin.
He knew that he had been busted.
He felt very angry at himself.
He apologized to his mistress.
It seemed to him to be a good sign that his mistress just smirked at him, and didn't look angry.
But then she said, "Leave. We'll talk about this in the morning.", and put him on the ground. He rolled out of the room.
Only when he sat brooding in the living room, he realized that in his
fear of being found out, he had completely forgotten to pay any heed to
his telepathic abilities that would have allowed him to discern his
mistress' true mood.
He became even more angry at himself.
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Two more hours passed until the first sunrays entered the window. And
Qi'xatl sulked for another hour before the first noises were audible
from his mistress' bedroom.
When the door finally opened, she was dressed in a long gown that she often wore when she had business in the city.
Her face was unreadable.
And Qi'xatl became very alarmed when he tried to reach out and feel her mood, but felt his attempts strangely ineffective.
It was as if he could see her physical form in the room, but there was no emotion, no feeling of a living thing. Nothing.
It felt as if he was looking at a picture.
Lianna was staring at him.
Her eyes were slits and her lips were tight.
He desperately tried to apologize to her, but he feared that since he
could not feel her, his telepathic attempts at communication were
equally fruitless.
She showed no reaction. She just stood there. Staring at him.
And then she burst out laughing, even tears coming from her eyes, and she clutched her belly.
Then she said a strange word, and was suddenly there again to all his senses.
"How do you like my little spell of mental silence?", she said finally,
her fit of laughter gone, only a bright grin left on her face.
"Originally intended to protect myself from mind control spells, but
obviously very effective in scaring my poor little Qi'xatl".
Qi'xatl didn't know what to say, he was terribly confused.
He had thought his mistress was terribly angry with him, but obviously her whole punishment had consisted of making a joke.
He relaxed. And liked his mistress very, very much. He had feared much,
much worse punishment went she had stared at him like this.
He told her so, and apologized again for coming unbidden into her bedroom.
"Well it's my fault. I was the one who gave you your desires, and I
haven't explicitly forbidden you to come into my room, so I cannot
really punish you for my mistake. Actually I don't even have anything
against you being there, just make sure you don't wake me up in the
middle of the night again."
Qi'xatl was very happy.
He wanted to express his happiness by pleasuring his mistress, and sprouted a tentacle, which he began moving towards her.
She laughed.
"Not now, Qi. I would love to, but I need to go to the auction house
while it's still early. Else the herbs I want to buy will be outsold or
too expensive again."
Qi'xatl was very sad.
He still was so terribly horny, and he wanted to pleasure his mistress.
She was already on the way to the door, but then stopped and turned around. She looked at him with a funny grin.
"Hmm but I have an idea. You like being small and between my legs, don't you?"
He eagerly agreed.
"A living dildo.. that I didn't think of this earlier!", she said.
Qi'xatl was confused. He didn't know what a dildo was.
That word hadn't been included in the magical knowledge his mistress had infused into him to teach him about sex.
"Give yourself a long and thin form, like a sausage. And make your body firm. Oh, and warm!", she said, snickering.
Qi'xatl did as he was instructed, shaping himself until he looked like a sausage, or a small cucumber.
He could see Lianna raise her gown, and then her panties came down and she stepped out of them.
Next, she went over to where he lay on the ground, and grabbed him.
And before he knew what was happening, he was suddenly under her gown,
and a few seconds later he was being pressed into his mistress' warm
pussy with a gasp from her.
He couldn't believe how good it felt, to be embedded almost completely
in his mistress' moist cunny, almost his whole body inside her love
cave.
"Just make sure you don't fall out!", she said, pushing him deeper into her body.
He wondered how he could best do this, and decided that making that part of him inside her a bit thicker would suffice.
When his mistress removed her finger, he was staying inside her pussy without her help.
He was very happy.
Her warmth and wetness surrounded him completely, her smell and taste filling his senses.
When she started walking, it became even better, with her movements continually rubbing him against her insides.
He could mentally feel the pleasure his mistress gained, too, and became even more happy.
They walked for quite a while, and Qi'xatl reveled in the feeling of being completely inside his mistress' pussy.
After some time, though, his mistress obviously had reached her
destination. He could hear her talk with what must have been an
auctioneer.
Unfortunately, now that she didn't walk anymore, there was no movement anymore rubbing him against her wet walls.
So he simply began rubbing against them himself, by slightly lowering his solidity and beginning to squirm.
It felt very good, and he could tell that his mistress liked it, too.
Her pussy produced an increasing amount of sweet wetness.
But unfortunately the wetness made her tight walls increasingly slippery.
The slippery surfaces and his own squirming motions soon proved to be disastrous.
He could feel himself slide out of her vagina!
This was very bad. Not only would the pleasure be gone, but if he fell
to the ground, people would see him! This would make his mistress very
angry for sure.
No, he couldn't let that happen.
But what could he do?
Her pussy was so wet now that he simply couldn't keep himself inside
any longer. Almost half of his length was already outside her body, and
in a few seconds he would tumble down.
He made himself longer, trying to get more of himself up his mistress'
pussy, but he kept on sliding down, he was just too wet from her juices.
One moment before he completely slid down of her he twisted his body in
his panic, and instinctively moved himself towards the only apparent
place that would give him a possibility to hold on.
That place was his mistress' little asshole.
He was very slippery, and in his frantic movements he had even managed
to make his body slimmer, but when he pushed his free-hanging end into
his mistress tightest hole with some force, he heard her yelp.
However, his plan seemed to work. His wetness and the quick movement had helped him push inside the little hole.
And It was so very tight, even increased its grip on him once he was inside, that he felt very secure.
And very good.
It was smooth, and hot, and very, very tight.
Meanwhile, his other end had slipped free from her pussy, so he made
himself shorter again, until he had reached his previous length again,
albeit thinner, and was now snuggly stuck inside his mistress' asshole.
He liked the place very, very much.
But he wasn't so sure about his mistress.
He heard her say "Nnnnggghhnnnn", and felt her start running. Her little
sphincter was clenching down on him in a wonderful rhythm.
He could also feel the arousal of his mistress, although it was mixed
with something else. It felt as if she was at the same time happy and
not so happy to be so aroused while not in their house. Her pulse was
very high.
A few moments later Qi'xatl could hear a door being thrown shut, and his mistress stopped running. She was panting.
"By the gods, Qi! What do you think you're doing?"
Qi'xatl told his mistress that he had slipped out of her pussy and had
quickly needed a place where he could keep himself from falling down.
"You have tentacles. You could just have slung them around my leg, or
something! Not pushed yourself unannounced into my asshole in the middle
of the auction house! Everyone looked at me like I was crazy when I
started yelping and moaning!", she said, exasperated.
Qi'xatl realized that that was true. He was very sorry.
He apologized, and made himself thinner to get out of her asshole.
When he started moving, his mistress stopped him.
"Ah, don't you dare now! Gods, this feels so good. Stay where you are!"
He stopped moving, and suddenly felt her hand grip that end of his body that was outside her ass.
It surprised him when she started pushing and pulling, fucking her own asshole with his body.
She started moaning like crazy, and he would have moaned too, if he could.
His one end gripped tightly in her hand, his other end pushed into her
ass, in and out he went, again and again. The sensation was almost
overwhelming.
He had to keep himself very hard from cumming.
But his thoughts could not let go. Right now, he was being used as a sex
toy. His whole body was just a toy. A toy that his beautiful mistress,
his goddess, was using to fuck her incredibly tight ass with.
It drove him crazy with arousal, and he came. He shot his cum deep into his mistress' butthole.
For a fraction of a second he realized that he was only shooting from
one end of his body, and didn't make a mess with the other, which made
him happy.
But then his mistress climaxed, her tight asshole being filled with his
hot liquid obviously too much for her. And during her climax her tiny
hole started clenching down incredibly tight on him, which made his own
climax even more intense.
And he even managed to keep his shape solid.
It was pure bliss.
And he could feel that his mistress was in pure bliss, too, which made him very happy.
After a long while, when his own fire had stopped burning, and the
clenching of his mistress tight ass had stopped, she pulled him out of
herself.
The half that had been inside her was coated in his sticky cum.
For a moment she looked lovingly at him, then she put him into her mouth and started sucking and licking him clean.
And once again, Qi'xatl truly loved being a tentacle monster.
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