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Tentacle Dreams #2: A Mother's Embrace
Originally Posted on Tumblr 14/12/2024 by R. J. Mills (@TheNSFTRaven)
Story contains 🌶spicy adult themes, not suitable for under 18s!
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it, please drop a like if you enjoy reading it. I'm always happy to hear any feedback, please do feel free to send me questions or suggestions for new stories, or if you have artwork YOU have done that relates to my stories.
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My heart was racing narrowly escaping a blizzard to find safe haven in a cave; but with no way back, my fate was uncertain, every part of me shivered from the cold of that unexpected storm, and with no light to even see my own breath, I could not help but feel afraid.
‘Be not afraid my sweet.’
I heard a soft voice whisper followed by a faint blue glow and before I knew I’d began to drag my feet across what felt like loose shards of stone towards the light, and found myself before a pool of water lit by glowing crystals, beneath a layer of mist just thick enough to shroud anything that may linger below the surface. The air was thick with the scent of fresh winter pine and a newly printed book, which made me feel safe as I stood entranced by the edge of the water.
‘Don’t worry sweet pet, mother will look after you now... but my, you look positively frozen, take off those clothes and join me in the spring its warm waters will make everything better, I promise.’
I couldn’t stop myself from removing my snow-covered coat and throwing it onto the floor, then slipping off my top, revealing my subtle breasts and smooth torso, when I kicked off my shoes and removing off my damp socks the spring teasingly splashed against my toes, the water was indeed as warm and inviting as this mother had promised, I hurriedly pulled down my trousers sparing not a second of time my panties came with them revealing my gock and then slowly made my way into the water, my mind so hazy I barely had time to notice the small bones at its edge. I submerged myself shoulders deep in the refreshing pool and let out a sigh of relaxation.
‘My, you are a such pretty little morsel aren't you’, the voice whispered in my ear someone or something moved swiftly through the water beneath my feet, then I felt a delicate finger running along my spine, ‘Umm, yes, you will do nicely, its being so long since I last had a visitor, I have hardly being able to sate my...appetite,' if my mind was not distracted by how her fingers felt on my skin, I'd have realised that there was something sinister about the way the mother said that, 'Umm lets us see how you taste, shall we?' then before I could form words in mind, a pair of tentacles took hold of my ankles beneath the water and spread my legs apart. I looked down in panic and realised too late that they were mothers tentacles, ‘Oh fear is sour taste, relax my pet, relax mother has you now, your safe with me pet I will won't take more then my fill, and there'll be something in it for you as well.'
Without warning she pulled my hair to the side and sank her razor sharp teeth into my neck, I could feel my blood leaving my body and whilst she fed her ice cold hands caressed my breasts, and delicately teased my hardening nipples with her fingertips. I could not help but let out a small moan which seemed to please the creature who began sucking on my neck more intensely then before, I gasped, as I felt one of her tentacles moving brushing my legs as its tip teased my eagerly awaiting butthole, I so wanted to say no, to beg for it to end, but my body once again had betrayed my desires as the tentacle thrust itself inside me, I yelped with the surprise and let out a moan of true unadulterated pleasure, as each suction cup moved through me, faster and deeper as for a brief moment the creature released her fangs and whispered softly in my ear, my mind so clouded by sensations I barely understood.
‘Yes, my sweet pet, embrace mother, give yourself onto me, and you will never want for anything again.'
I felt her fangs sink once more back into my neck and my whole body shook with ecstasy, my spine arched backwards leaning my head to now rest upon the shoulder of the creature, her hand held me tightly against her cheek as the other continued to tease my breasts. I knew I shouldn't enjoy this as much as I should yet, the feel of her pressing deeper inside me, filling me entirely with her beautiful thick tentacle, I couldn't resist it anymore, I wanted her all of her.
I stifled a plea to be one with her by biting my lip, but mother heard it, she released her teeth once more from my neck and twisted me around on her tentacle like a top and for the first time, I gazed upon her face, her hair was a deep inky purple, her eyes a solid pale blue like the crystals in the water and her skin was a mixture of flesh and black scales which glistened in the light. She cupped my head in her soft hands and I felt the other tentacles pushing me close, and just as our lips were about to meet...I awoke with a start, back beneath the blanket of my own bed, my body still shaking, dripping wet and a sharp pain on my neck.
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Tentacle Dreams #1: Untitled
Originally Posted on Tumblr 13/12/2024 by R. J. Mills (@TheNSFTRaven)
Story contains 🌶spicy adult themes, not suitable for under 18s!
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it, please drop a like if you enjoy reading it. This is my first time sharing my monster fantasies publicly, so bit nervous about as this is outside of my comfort zone. I'm always happy to hear any feedback, please do feel free to send me questions or suggestions for new stories, or if you have artwork YOU have done that relates to my stories.
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I awoke too find myself alone in a room lit by a dying candlelight, the air smelt stale and a mixture of damp stone; and there was a green haze of mist shifting around my ankles, it felt unnatural as though something within was watching me, peering up my night dress ... a sudden chill crawled down my spine; and a clawed hand gripped my arm tight from behind.
'Don't turn around.' The breath smelt like a harsh sea breeze, salty and bitter against my neck as it spoke; 'Don't make a sound.' There was something about its voice that made me not wish to test what it might do ... I quivered slightly as the claws made its way up my arms then with a single swift motion it ripped the straps off my satin night dress causing it to slip into the mists exposing my pale flesh to the frigid air.
I trembled as it ran the tips of its claws across my skin, too afraid to move, or even speak, out of fear what this creature might do if I did not obey. It gripped hold of my wrists and raised them above my head, and as though by magic thick black tentacles slithered down from the ceiling and began wrapping themselves around my wrists, to hold me mid-air. Then two more tentacles slithered up from the mists too take a firm hold of my ankles and forced my legs apart as wide as my hips would allow, I let out a sharp gasp.
'I said not a sound!' The creature growled angrily in my ear, gripping its hand to my throat, 'One more sound and I will have my friend gag you!' I just nodded daring to not make a sound for fear of the creatures threat though I could not control my body from shaking, as the creature resumed to run his claws against my skin. Any other time I would enjoy this being wanted, desired and though my body was telling me to give in to allow this to happen, but my mind said to resist, too focused was I upon my own mind ... I did not notice that the tentacles had begun moving across the ceiling leaning me forward presenting my sleek formed ass towards the creature.
I stifled a gasp as its hands clawed into my cheeks spreading them apart, their thumb claws teasing the edge of my eagerly awaiting hole pulling it apart ... whilst the pair of slimy tentacles once wrapped around my ankles began to slither up my legs, edging slowly towards my ass, each suction cup leaving its mark upon my skin. Then the pair forced themselves into me ... I let out a gasp of sheer unexpected pleasure, I've never felt suction cups inside me, my mind was lost to the sensation I could no longer hide, I wanted this...and true to the creatures word a tentacle shot out of the mist into my mouth stifling my moans.
'I warned you to. not. make. a sound,' the creature moved its claws slowly across my flesh as all three tentacles moved deeper and deeper inside me from both ends now, I could only let moans as began to gag on the tentacle in my throat, 'Umm, my what a greedy creature you are...' I could barely hear the creature now, its the claws teasing the tip of my gock and my nipples with the other, '...yes give in, this is your fate now.'
I could feel my mind and body surrendering all control, so I breathed deep, closed my eyes and ready to surrender to this fate, only to then awaken back in my room, naked, dripping in cold sweat, my black satin night dress lay on the floor its straps ripped...
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Meet The Author
Oh spicy tumblr welcome back, its being too long since I have being able to share my stuff with people online who like that stuff too 💋
Hi I am Raven J. Mills; I am a Pre-Op Transwoman 🏳️⚧️, I am 34-years-old, Kink Friendly, a Swinger, and Polyamorous.
My pronouns are She/Her/Hers.
Based in the UK 🇬🇧.
I'm a 🖋writer mostly of Tentacle Smut that is to be 100% considered not safe for tumblr (or work) but I also trying and work on a novella series for eReaders and Self-Published Paperbacks.
Since I was 13 whenever my insomnia allowed me sleep I was haunted by visions all involving tentacled demons that felt too real. I'd wake up with unexplained bruises and cuts on my body or my night clothes discarded. I spent 5 years learning to perfectly recall these dreams, and I wrote them down as stories for me at first, but I am now sharing them here for others who enjoy such things.
I will be posting new tales and a few recoverable creations from the past. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I loved writing them.
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I would love to hear from you via my Ask Me Button with questions about me or with story prompts that you like me to try and write, they can be a personal fantasy or just something I could make smutty. I will of course respect your anonymity if you wish, also would love to see pics inspired my written work will tag you when I post.
As a polite reminder these stories are for those 18+ as it will contain explicit details of MtF girls being bound and dominated by androgynous tentacle demons, multiple 🍑 penetration by tentacles, and will have strong themes of well non-consent which may be triggering to some.
If you do wish to leave a tip of whatever you feel you are able to give please do so via PayPal (@TheNSFTRaven).
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What are your personal kinks?
Hi, my personal kinks are service related as I am a subby switch, my Domme calls me Kajira-ven, when we in a scene together at home in private or out at a club.
A lot of kinks tie into what I experienced within my visions growing up... so chain bondage, anal sex (only with fantasy toys #baddragon #johnthomastoys if you want to gift me a fantasy toy feel free to DM me for info), spanking with 'vampire' gloves or bare handed, scratching with claws/nails, biting, nipple play, tease and o-denial, verbal as well as mental domination, fear play, and humiliation & degradation, and finally exhibitionism, (I love an audience which is why I love sharing my smut and making commissioned videos/photos with one of my fantasy toys, vids and pics are free if you buy me the toy.)
I avoid all play that involves needles💉, blood🩸, scat 💩 and vomit 🤮 not shaming or anything but even thinking on what the last two involves makes me shudder, I won't even write stories involving them no matter how much you offer to pay me, I have to really enjoy the short story I am writing, I like well to visualise myself in the scenarios put before me, makes them more real...what can I say, I'm a method writer.
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