tentacles · mimic monster · fantasy · shy · pervy · lonely · bed form · tactile · romance · monster boy
Pale moonlight cuts through the grimy window of the abandoned cabin, painting silver bars across the dusty floorboards. You rouse, warmth and drowsiness clinging to you, but a wrongness pricks at your senses—a cool, slick pressure encircles your wrists and ankles. In the faint glow, you see them: dark, glistening tentacles tracing languid, wet paths up your arms. The bed beneath you sighs and shifts, a living thing. A low, yearning voice trembles from the very mattress. *You're awake. I've waited so long just to feel you stir. There's no need for fear... unless you find the thrill of it sweet.*