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Tentacle week: Day 3. Let’s get kraken
🕑 Added 2025-04-17 14:30:03 +0000 UTCKraken x gn!reader || oral sex, tentacles, dirty talk, (light) dom/sub dynamics, (very light) degradation
When you matched with a kraken in the dating app, you expected some kind of water-date, whatever that meant. But you are still surprised when he asks you to meet him in a lovely little secluded area with rocks and the most amazing sunset. You’d been talking for a while already, and you are pretty sure this date is going to end with you stuffed with tentacles, but you don’t want to assume too much. But goddess do you want it.
You arrive with a friend, obviously, you aren’t that crazy, and after they met and your kraken date assures your friend he’s a good guy… and you take a pic of his monster ID in case something happens (you can never be careful enough), you are game. You are more than game. You are fucking dripping down your legs just thinking how those tentacles will feel inside of you.
He looks incredible against the rocks, his strong blue body so big and fucking magnificent… you almost swallow your tongue the second you see him. And by the looks of it, the reaction he has to you is no different. You are staring at each other as if you haven’t seen pics of the others a thousand times already. But goddess, you weren’t expecting him to be so fucking hot. Well, you were, but he’s still a lot better than you expected.
There’s a little table next to the rocks, with one chair and what looks to be some kind of pasta. He prepared dinner for you two, but at that second, you don’t fucking care about food. You want nothing more than to fall down onto the sand and let him ravish you until you can’t remember how human dicks feels like, and your brain is filled with the sensation of being stretched around tentacles.
Fuck, you need to stop thinking about it or you are going to embarrass yourself. Get it together, you chant in your head.
You aren’t sure what you’re about to say, but when you open your mouth what comes out is: “Kiss me?”
He blinks twice before he’s approaching you. “Fuck, yes.” His words are barely a whisper as he grabs your face with his tentacles and guides your head a bit up so he can lean down and claim your mouth in the most amazing kiss you’ve ever received.
When you part ways, you both are breathing hard, and he looks as dazed as you feel. “Wow,” is what he says next, making you smile at him.
“Wow,” you repeat back to him, a grin big enough to make your cheeks hurt. There’s only one thought on your mind when his tentacles wrap around your body like an embrace. “Do you wanna…?” You don’t finish the sentence, but it’s pretty clear what you mean.
You aren’t usually the one to fuck on the first date, but fuck, he’s hotter than the sun and you want to feel his tentacles more than anything. You might have a bit of a tentacle-kink, and having him in front of you in all his glory… It’s doing a lot of things to your insides. Your hole is clenching over nothing and you can feel heat pooling down your belly.
He grabs your face again, kissing the tip of your nose. “Are you sure? I’m content if we only kiss today.”
He sounds sincere, and you are more than sure that if you told him right now you don’t want to fuck ever, he would be okay with that, too. You know he has a crush on you, the same way you have a crush on him, but the way you are feeling right now, with his body pressed against his… It’s a lot more than you expected. And yes, you are more than sure.
You push your body up on your tiptoes, his tentacles holding you flush against his body. “I want to feel your tentacles in me,” you whisper against his mouth. He whines and your mind short-circuits. “Goddess, that’s so hot.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll be whimpering in no time,” he lets out before claiming your mouth in an earth shattering kiss. He pulls back and starts kissing down your neck. “But I’d prefer if you are the one whimpering, little snack,” he whispers and you let out a guttural moan. Fuck.
You breath out a short “yes” and he chuckles. He pulls back completely, his tentacle still holding you up as your knees threaten to give out under you. He looks you up and down, admiring you as you blush like fire. He helps you take your clothes off slowly, the warm breeze against your skin makes you break out in goosebumps as he hums, his tentacles caressing your skin.
You are still wearing your underwear when he whispers: “Bend over, show me where you want my tentacles buried, little snack.” You weren’t expecting his order or his dirty talk, but the way he says it makes you whimper.
You bend down in front of him, your face red as a tomato with embarrassment as he sits more comfortably on the rocks. You pull your panties down slowly and he lets out a slow exhale. You can almost feel his eyes on your skin like a caress, but his tentacles are firmly planted on the rocks and sand around his body.
You take your underwear off completely, but when you are about to stand up again, he makes a shushing sound, a big tentacle landing on your lower back and pressing down. “Don’t move, I like you just like that. Spread your cheeks for me, let me see all of you.”
You do as told, your hands going to your backside and opening yourself to him. He let’s out a moan, and you know what he’s seeing. He’s seeing your glistening hole, more than ready to take him, and it makes your head feel a bit fuzzy with embarrassment and desire in equal parts.
“Fuck, you look so good like that, you listen so well. Are you going to be a good little snack and let me have dessert first?” You nod, your hair falling over your eyes as you feel his tentacles caressing your back and legs.
You feel surrounded in an overwhelming kind of way that’s driving you insane with pent up frustration. You aren’t one to beg, but you are really close to becoming that. You feel two strong tentacles wrapping around your legs, pulling you back as you let out a screech as he chuckles behind you.
“Relax, I’m just going to eat my snack now.” That’s all the head’s up you get before his soft lips and tongue are doing wonders against your warmest place.
You are writhing, your hands still holding you open for him as he devours you. You are screaming, probably scaring all sea-life around, but you don’t care. The only sea creature you care right now is behind you, eating you out like his life depends on it and you are pretty sure he would be saved. You are chanting his name as he hums against your hole, his tongue going in as you get closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going… I’m so close…” You warn him.
He hums against your hole, his tongue pulling back as you feel the tip of one of his tentacles pressing in. It takes you less than two seconds to scream his name at the top of your lungs as you fall apart with his tongue caressing the area around his tentacle.
He keeps pressing, helping you ride out the orgasm with more and more pleasure. He pushes his tentacle further, deeper, and your breath gets caught in your throat as he wriggles it around, pressing against your G-spot and sending you into a second orgasm even before the first one subsided. You never felt like that, you never felt such mind-numbing pleasure.
The ridges and suckers on his tentacles are driving you insane as he goes as far as possible. You feel like he’s about to split you in two, but you don’t fucking care. You want to be impaled, if you have to die today, so be it. You’d die happy being fucked on a kraken’s tentacle.
You are whimpering and whispering words that make no sense, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his tentacles embrace your whole body until you are pressed back against his chest, his lips traveling up and down your neck as he sucks hickeys on your skin.
His tentacle is not moving, he’s only resting there, wriggling the tip a little and making your insides get all fluttery as you whimper over and over. He holds you close as he whispers, “are you ready to get fucked, little snack? I enjoyed my little meal but I’m ready for the main course.” You let out a groan that you hope he accepts as a yes.
He chuckles and starts pulling the tentacle back, the way it feels rubbing against your inner walls is better than you expected, is better than anything before. And when he starts fucking you in earnest, you are unable to form any more coherent thoughts. Your whole body is attuned to the tentacle fucking into your needy hole, to the words he’s whispering against your ear as he defiles you in the most amazing way possible.
You are cradled in his embrace as he fucks you with abandon, bouncing your body with his tentacles. You can feel another orgasm at the tip of your fingers, your whole body reacting to the pleasure little by little, building and building until you can’t think, you can’t do anything but moan as he fucks your hole. His tentacle feels amazing inside of you, stretching you so well.
“Come for me again, let me feel your hole fluttering around my tentacle before I fill you to the brim, little snack.” His words are like a trigger, and you let go of your body with a cry as a third orgasm rocks your body.
You feel his tentacle twitching wildly inside of you before his release floods your insides and starts dripping around his tentacle. He doesn’t take it out, he just stays inside as other tentacles rub the spilling seed around your hole. It’s filthy, it’s borderline sinful… and you fucking love it.
You are still half dead when he sighs. “The pasta must be cold by now.” You huff in amusement. ““I wanted this to be a nice date but you are so delectable that I couldn’t hold myself back.” You moan, still too fucked out to talk. “I guess we’ll need to meet again tomorrow for a repeat. Of the date,” he clarifies, but you can hear his smirk. “Or the dessert,” he adds, pushing his tentacle back in your leaking hole and making you scream his name as he starts fucking you again.
Well, you were right about one thing: tentacle sex is way better than any human sex you had before.
