TTT Vol. 1 pt. 27

((Disclaimer: this chapter contains a hentai illustration, so you might want to be careful who you view it around. Now on to the actual chapter!))

There was no point in waiting. Lada was ready and wanted it. I was ready and wanted it. Her lower lips glistened with her fluids while the tip of my tentacle leaked a thick, white liquid as I positioned it in front of her entrance.

I looked up at her one more time.

She looked straight into my eyes and nodded again.

With that, I plunged my tentacle into her. Now, I didn’t consider things like how large it was, mainly in regard to length. It could extend even beyond what length it was already at and I figured I would go as deep into her as I could. The deeper the better, right?

Well, that wasn’t quite right.

One, as it turned out, she was a virgin.

Two, I had a lot more length to work with than I kept in mind.

The result was her clutching onto the sheets with almost enough force to tear them as she tossed her head back against the pillow, her eyes shut with tears forming at their corners. The pained scream would have been louder if it wasn’t for her biting her lower lip hard enough to bleed, keeping her mouth shut to muffle the noise.

I panicked and pulled my tentacle out from her as quickly as possible before climbing up on top of her chest, standing right between her breasts, and holding a hastily-scribbled board to her that read,

LADA OKAY?

It took her a couple of minutes, and getting her cheeks prodded by some tentacles as the rest used the sheets to wipe her tears away, before she finally opened her eyes.

I screwed up. I definitely screwed up. I went too hard, too fast, and hurt her. She was probably going to be afraid of me and—

“Why… did you stop?” she asked.

I held up my latest message for her again.

After reading it, she held a hand over her mouth and… giggled.

Lada giggled.

“I’m… okay,” she answered.

I scribbled another question.

BUT TEARS?

“It’s… embarrassing, but… it felt really good… and I was so happy I cried… I… never, um… finished that hard before…”

My trio of eyes blinked a few times. I was unsure if I heard her correctly or not, so I held up another question.

LADA CAME?

LADA FELT GOOD?

She looked off to the side as just the slightest hint of red colored her cheeks. “You don’t have to write it in such big letters… but,” she paused and nodded before looking at me again. “I never felt better.”

OH. WAS SCARED I

HURT LADA.

A beautiful, gentle smile stretched her lips. “It makes me so happy that you were worried about me. My heart… feels like it’s going to explode.”

That prompted me to write out the sloppiest message yet.

HEART EXPLODE

NOT GOOD. PLEASE

DON’T EXPLODE HEART.

She ended up giggling again. “You’re mature enough to do this to me… but you take me seriously when I say things like that.” Her hands reached out and grabbed me by my sides, bringing me close enough to her face to press her lips right under my eyes. “Thank you. And… if you… stopped to check on me, then… if you want, you can… do it more.”

CAN I? HEART WON’T

EXPLODE?

Of course, I didn’t believe her heart was literally going to explode. But a heart beating too fast wasn’t good, and that was what I was afraid of.

Lada shook her head. “It won’t explode. I promise.”

If she believed she could handle it, that was enough for me. I threw the marker and board away.

My tentacle moved faster than I knew was possible as it returned right to where it was, thrusting right into her with zero hesitation. Now that I knew the expression she made was one of intense pleasure and happiness rather than pain and fear, I didn’t have to worry.

Of course, I probably still should have been a bit more careful with her rather than thrusting as hard and as fast as I could, but I couldn’t help myself. The way that her walls wrapped around my tentacle as if trying to milk it only inspired me to go even harder. At the same time, I used my arm and leg tentacles to wrap around her breasts, pulling them together to squeeze them around my body. I buried myself between them, leaving only my back’s tentacle exposed to fuck her with.

“S-so deep!” Lada moaned out as her entire body writhed underneath me. She might have bucked me off from her chest when she suddenly arched her back if it wasn’t for me trapping myself between her tits.

As for just how deep I was going, I pushed far enough into her that I felt my tentacle enter her womb. I was still able to push more of my length into her even though I was already bulging out her abdomen, too. But rather than distend her even more, I bent the tentacle around itself which turned that excess length into even more thickness.

My only regret was that I didn’t have more sex-capable tentacles to use on her. Her mouth, rear, breasts, hands—there were so many parts of her body that I could use, but I was only able to use one at a time since I only had a single phallic tentacle. The rest weren’t nearly as extendable, even softer, and couldn’t feel pleasure nor release cum. They were great for holding onto things but nothing else.

The good news was that a single tentacle was more than good enough for her.

“I’m—again!” Lada cried out.

Being a bit bigger would have been nice, too, so that I could stick out from her chest and watch her face. She rarely expressed emotions and it seemed like this was one of the only times where she did.

I not only wanted to pump her full of my cum, but I wanted to watch her while I did so.

That would have to wait for another time. I was already too close and didn’t want to hold back on filling her, so I didn’t slow down nor try to hold back for even a second.

My tentacle stopped inside of her womb with one final thrust before an incredible surge of pleasure forced my entire body into shivers as I felt a surge of cum travel through my tentacle. There was enough cum that it created a ball-shaped bulge in my tentacle during its journey through it, and all of this cum shot out into her womb at once upon reaching the tip. A steady flow of my seed followed that initial burst, but it didn’t last long. Regardless, I probably left enough within her to fill up a couple of cups worth. Not enough to bulge her out like my tentacles did, but enough to feel it sloshing around inside of her until I pulled my tentacle out to give it a break.

With my tentacle pulled out and feeling extra limp, I finally released myself from between her breasts so that I could get a good look at whatever sort of face she must have been making.

What I got to see was a pretty nice sight. Her lips were parted as she took heavy breaths, her cheeks flushed with red as her face, her bangs stuck to her forehead from sweat as the rest of her hair looked adorably messy, and her eyes were hardly able to stay open as they looked at me with an almost drunk-like glaze to them. And that was all while her body occasionally twitched underneath me.

“That was… the best,” Lada said. While I looked around to find where I threw my board and marker to, she grabbed onto my sides and pulled me up to her face again to plant another kiss on me. “Your head tentacle… looks like a heart.”

Given that the tentacle on top of my head was the only one that I seemingly had no control over, and that seemed to represent however I felt… it was embarrassing whenever it did something like that.

But it made her smile and I never saw a prettier smile than hers.

So, I let my head tentacle’s behavior slide.

Life was too good to care, anyways. I had no idea how I got to be in the body that I was in, but did it matter?

I was tiny enough to fit between a woman’s boobs and cute enough that women—well, a woman, loved to put me there. Despite being so tiny, thanks to my tentacle, I basically had a pretty huge cock. Then there was the fact that my whole body was so squishy and durable that I never really felt any pain. And to top it all off, I got to spend every day and night with a woman who wanted nothing more than to spend time with me. She might not have shown much emotion, but that grew on me and became one of my favorite traits of hers. It made the times where she did show emotion all the better. Oh, and to really top things off, now I knew that she wanted to do more than just cuddle at night. A lot more.

But now that “more” was over and we were relaxing underneath the sheets like normal. That also meant she was cuddling me against her chest like always.

I was ready to fall asleep from how tired and comfortable I was, but her sudden voice gave me a mini surge of energy.

“Um, is it… really okay? What we did?” Lada asked.

I picked up my board and marker and wrote “YES” on it with a few different exclamation marks and an underline just to really get the point across.

YES!!!

“Did… you like it?”

YES!!!!!!

“Can we… do it every night?”

I blinked a few times at her question. Was she seriously asking if she wanted to do it every night? As in every night?

The more I learned about her, the more I discovered she wasn’t anywhere near as innocent and pure as I thought she was.

And I couldn’t have been happier about that given what it meant for me.

YESYESYESYES

A sigh of relief left Lada’s lips. “I was worried you wouldn’t want to do it again. You did all the work, and I don’t think I made you feel good.”

I shook my entire body against her before holding up the board.

FELT VERY GOOD.

LADA IS BEST.

“Do you… really think so?”

REALLY THINK SO.

A few moments of silence passed before I heard her say, “You make me so happy. That… that’s why I’m going to do my best to make you feel good, too. You can use any of me whenever you want, however you want and as much as you want.”

SAME. USE ME AS

MUCH AS LADA WANTS.

WANT TO DO LOTS MORE.

Her arms around my body tightened to make the cuddling even more enjoyable. “I’m so lucky to have found you… but I’m stupid. I used to… play with myself every single night, but I was worried you wouldn’t like me if you found out, so I’ve been holding it back. I was scared you wouldn’t like me if you knew how perverted I am.”

PERVERTED GOOD.

PEVERTED VERY GOOD.

NO HOLD BACK PERVERTED.

“I… really don’t have to hold back?”

HOLD BACK NOW ILLEGAL.

“I’ve… been wanting to do perverted things with you every day. I even imagined you bending me over a table and playing with me in front of the customers. I’ve dreamt about you using my body in my sleep. When you thought I was distracted earlier… I was thinking about you filling the bath with your… you know, and taking a bath in it. When we were eating dinner the other night, I pretended the mug was full of it and… felt really good at the table. Is all of that okay?”

I… really wasn’t expecting to hear all of that. Any tiny little shred of innocence that I might have thought she had was completely gone by that point.

So, if that was her not holding back, then I wasn’t going to hold back, either.

DREAM OF LADA EVERY

NIGHT. THINK OF LADA

ALL DAY. WANT DO PERVERT

THINGS BUT AFRAID LADA NO

WANT. EVERYTHING LADA SAID,

OK. VERY YES!

“You… were holding back, too?” she asked.

I nodded my body against her chest.

A light, adorable, precious giggle left her lips. “Ehe… then… I guess we’re both a little stupid. Um. Let’s… promise each other not to hold back anymore. Okay?”

PROMISE. NO HOLD BACK.

WANT LADA’S BODY EVERY

DAY.

“My heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.”

I wished that I could have felt the beating of her heart, but there was too much boob between it and me for me to feel it.

“I want to do more… but I’m so excited that it’s made me too tired.”

I loved how, despite talking about the beating of her heart and how excited she was, she sounded as monotone as always.

“But if you can wait until the morning... I have a plan. I’ll make sure you start every day feeling good. Okay?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I did know what to make the board say.

YES PLEASE.