Part 1
Tentacles are something I’ve always been curious about. Well, now I have to wonder no more. Come with me in my demented world of kinky sex with something not of this one.
It’s late and I’m sitting around a campfire with some…let’s call them acquaintances. We’re just doing campfire-like activities. Use your imagination, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
As the loud chatter dies down, we start swapping ghost stories. No, I’m not scared. I’m never scared and nothing freaks me out. Well, one guy starts telling a story, and, despite his slurring, he seems pretty genuine and honest.
There’s this lady who lives between the campgrounds and town. It’s a small town up in the mountains. Idyllwild, if anyone knows where that is. Anyway, there’s a strange old woman who lives secluded, and she’s rumored to be a powerful witch. Apparently, she knows all about the ways of demons, tentacles, and the supernatural.
I never did get to hear the rest of his story because about halfway through it, I grabbed my shit, packed up my bike, and rode to go find this lady. I’m sure they all think I’m running away scared, but truthfully, I want to see what magic she possesses.
The last time I tried to summon a demon, it didn’t end the way I expected it to. He used my body with the promise of giving me great power. Despite the fact that I gave him everything he wanted, he never did fulfill his promise to me. But, I’ll tell you that story later. It’s a good one.
However, I must admit that it was some pretty amazing sex. He was a demon after all. Now, I guess, I’m a demon whore and I can’t get enough of that dark twisted need for a cock that isn’t human. Maybe I’ll get another one. Mayhaps it’ll be tentacles or something else entirely.
Because this woman’s house isn’t exactly on Google Maps, it takes me almost an hour to find it. When I pull up, she’s standing in her doorway with an impatient look on her face.
“What took you so long? What are you, blind?” She scoffs, then goes inside.
I purse my lips, but follow her, pushing down the kickstand, and leaving my helmet on my seat.
Her house smells of herbs and sulfur. That smell brings back the memories of the demon I summoned. I attempted to trap him, and it failed miserably. He left me cum-filled and powerless. The memory of that demon cock makes my body shudder and sends a chill of cold fire down my spine that almost makes me cum.
I find the old woman in her kitchen cooking on a stove. On the stovetop sits a small cauldron. Tentatively, I ask her what she’s doing.
“I’m getting it ready for you,” she says shortly.
I give her a quizzical look. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? Apparently, my thoughts are plastered all over my face.
“You want the best sex of your life, don’t you, dearie?” I nod. “Well, this will fix you right up.”
My pussy pulses as I stare at her. The wetness drips down my legs and soaks my leather pants. My entire body reacts to my ravenous need and hunger. That demon dick sounds so good.
The tentacles are coming, I promise! Stay on the lookout for them tomorrow. I promise I won’t disappoint. Shit’s about to get crazy!