Monster Sex

She gasped again, louder, when another set of hands reached out for her. A third and fourth hand took hers, raised them, and pressed them to the bed by her head, palm up. And then, the giant limbs pinned her arms, the size of its palms and fingers enough to cover her shoulder, elbows, wrists, and hands. She squirmed for a second, but there was no moving, not with every limb trapped in or under the beast’s four hands.

The tentacle pressing against her ass began to push against the rose of her entrance, and she squeaked in dismay, clenching on the muscle hard. But the tentacle was wet, lubricated, hot, dripping, and it continued to press against her, massaging the sensitive skin as it spread its juices over her.

She squeaked again as she felt the thick phallus begin to force her open, and she made one last attempt to lift her pelvis up and away from the monster. It accomplished nothing, except to make her already exhausted body even more tired. Panting to get breath, she stared up at t