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  She groaned as she felt it pushing against her entrance. "It won’t fit!" she protested, hoping that he could understand. "It's too big!"

  He grunted as he forced it into her pussy, stretching her more than she had ever been in her entire life. She sucked in her breath as she felt it slipping in deeper, her pussy expanding to fit him. Little spasms of pleasure fluttered inside as her inner muscles clenched his tail.

  As he invaded her pussy, a new sensation stole her breath. His mouth was on her ass, his divided tongue slithering around her asshole. Hot pleasure rushed through her, boiling her skin as he licked all around her asshole, wetting it with his tongues.

  She moaned a long, drawn out sound, deep and guttural. Encouraged, one part of his tongue pressed at her back entrance and pushed into her puckered hole. He flicked the other part of his tongue around her ass while the other penetrated her.

  She felt as if she were drowning in a pool of pleasure. Thoughts scattered and she felt as if she were being pulled out of her body, expelled on a thousand shooting stars as her orgasm burst within her. The entirety of her being was hot and tingling with pulsing pleasure.

  "Omigod omigod omigod!" she groaned as her toes curled, her body tensed as spasms of her orgasm shuddered from head to toe. Her vision faltered, becoming hazy with bright pinpricks of light.

  She remained in a state of nirvana, blissfully unaware that he wasn't giving her respite, no chance to bask in the afterglow of orgasm- that he intended to keep her on that high as he pulled his tail and tongue away to shove his engorged cock between her undulating pussy lips.

  His tri-fingers gripped her small hips as he jerked her body against his. He impaled her deeply, grunting with each frantic thrust, keeping her in a state of orgasm as he fucked her like a beast claiming its prey.

  Time lost all meaning as the creature had his way with her, sliding his dick into her warm, wet depths. His grunting intensified, filling the air as he pistoned in and out of her tightness, the sound of his pulling out making a suction noise with each thrust.

  The air felt electric, heavy with some unseen force as the creature reached his climax. A cry of pleasure erupted from his lips as his seed spilled deep into her belly. He continued to pump into her, filling her with his monster cum. The scent of it almost familiar, yet strangely sweet as he pulled completely out of her.

  Beyond exhausted, she slumped forward onto the sleeping bag. The desire to sleep overwhelmed her, and she wasn't sure if it was a natural response to having such a furious work out, or if the creature somehow lulled her into a sleepy state of submission. Seconds later she simply passed out.

  Sometime during the night, she had awoken, curled up gently to the Lizard Man. With a contented sigh, she had fallen back to sleep.

  Morning sunlight streamed through the mesh door of the tent as she jolted up. Blue eyes darted from side to side as she realized that she was alone. The tent door was zipped up.

  "Hello?" she called out as she scrambled to her feet and unzipped the tent door. Once outside, she frowned to find everything as it was when she had fallen asleep for her nap. The fire had burned itself out. There were no footprints in the dirt. She checked both cameras she had set up for the night, but neither had shown anything unusual as she skimmed through the footage.

  "Unbelievable! Did I dream it?" she asked herself out loud, suddenly doubting the experience. "Surely...surely not," she said with hesitation.

  Doubt filled her as she rummaged through her purse for her iPhone. As she flicked the camera on, she gave her best smile. "Whitley here, the morning after. My BFF Kymberly had to bail last night because her brother was in an accident and broke his arm. Despite being alone, I decided to tough it out. Unfortunately, I collected no evidence that the infamous Lizard Man exists. That’s not to say he doesn't, mind you. Just that...I didn't catch anything on film." She swirled the camera around slowly, giving the audience a glimpse of her campsite and tent. As she moved, she felt something trickle down her inner thigh. Not sweat. It felt different. Thicker. And she could smell the now familiar scent of his orgasm. His cum.

  She focused the camera back to her face, "Not to say that he doesn't exist. I have this strange feeling that he does..." She winked, then killed the recording.

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  Whitley & The Tentacles

  Natasha Hunter

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  "Get up. Get up. Get up!" My best friend Kymberly yelled as she tugged at my white and pink duvet, yanking it off of me.

  "No! Go away!" I half-yelled into my pillow. "Leave me alone."

  "Whitley Brianne Richmond! How much longer are you going to wallow? Its been over a week since you and Jake broke up. I know that your heart is broken but there is no way you're going to fix it by hibernating in this bed. And, I will be perfectly honest." She wrinkled her freckled nose. "You need a bath. You're beginning to smell." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice.

  "I don't care," I pouted with self-pity.

  "Yes. You do. Stop sulking," She said with a matter-of-fact tone.

  "No. I don't," I protested. "I'm staying in bed until I die and rabid dogs come come to feast on my rotting corpse."

  "First off, you're too young to have a "Bridget Jone's" meltdown. Save it for your thirties. Secondly, I doubt rabid dogs could even find their way to your third story apartment. I mean, how would they know how to press the right number in the elevator?" Kmyberly wrapped her fingers around my ankle and gave it a sharp tug. "Now get up! You need to eat something and get dressed. I've ran you a nice warm bubble bath. I've left croissants on the table, the ones you like from Henrietta's Market. I've even pulled out your suitcase for you."

  "What? Why?" I grumbled as I rolled my head to the side and peered at her through half lidded eyes.

  "Because we are getting out of town. You need to go somewhere. Anywhere, really. You need to get out of this apartment and cesspool of pity. And I'm just so bored without my BFF." She gave me a pleading look.

  "But I don't want to go anywhere," I complained as I reached for the duvet and pulled it back up over my body, cuddling up into soft fabric.

  "Well. I do. So get up, or I swear to God I'll tweet every single seventh-grade photo I have of you. Throw-back-Thursdays be damned! I'll tweet them today I swear!" she threatened with a devilish smile, her expression smug.

  I sat up in bed and glared at her. "You wouldn't." I shuddered at the memory of my younger self. Braces, skinny little body, and glasses too big for my face. I was a nightmare, though thankfully I grew out of it. Eventually the braces came off, I had Lasik surgery, and I began to fill out some once I started high school.

  "Oh. I would. I definitely would," she threatened. Kym stood at the edge of the bed, fists propped against her hips. Her glossy red hair hung in soft curls just beyond her shoulders. "Even the one from Megan Greene's sleep over. Do you really want that to find its way out into the world, hmm?"

  I narrowed my eyes, "How do you even have that still?"

  A secretive smirk played across her mouth, the corners curling upwards. "I'll never tell. Now, will you please go take a bath and get ready?" She pulled her phone from her pocket and wiggled it, "Don't make me do it! I'll tweet," she taunted.

  "Fine! I'll go, if you promise to delete that monstrosity." I gave a long-suffering sigh as I rolled to the side of the bed and slid my feet to the floor. "Where are we going anyhow?" I groaned as I attempted to thread my fingers through my tangled hair and groaned.

  "To Saylors Island. It's sort of, kind of, near Savannah. My mom's newest husband has a summer house there and he said we could use it." She moved ov
er to my bedroom window and tugged the curtains apart. Morning sunlight poured through the panes of glass and reflected off of the crystal butterflies I had hanging in front of them. Suddenly, my room was a kaleidoscope of pastel colors. "Sam and his friend drove up yesterday."

  My brow quirked. "Your brother will be there?" I asked. "And which friend? I won't go if Mosely is there," I added hastily.

  Kym chuckled, "No, not Mosely. The cute one. Connor. And don't worry, it's a big house with plenty of room. We will have the whole upstairs to ourselves. It's on the beach. And it has a pool, too."

  I rolled my eyes. "So, this little trip has less to do about me and more to do about you hooking up with Connor J. Rawlings."

  "Hey. Two birds, one stone." She gave a cheeky smile.

  Inhaling deeply, I could smell the croissants from the kitchen, and my stomach rumbled in anticipation. "Fine. Whatever."

  Kymberly squealed and threw her arms around me, "You're the best. And really Whit, I would have forced you to go regardless if Connor was going to be there or not. You need a break from all of this wallowing." Her brows drew together with sympathy. "Jake is moving on. So should you."

  My heart fluttered at the mention of Jake as a sharp pain of emotion stabbed me right in the gut. "I guess."

  "I'll be back in an hour. Be dressed and ready to go!" Her excitement was almost palpable. She had been crushing on Connor for months. "Don't forget to pack your bikini."

  I nodded, "Yeah okay."

  "And it wouldn't hurt to bring your investigating equipment. Who knows, we might find a monster or two lurking in the shadows," Kym said in a teasing, sing-songy voice as she wiggled her fingers.

  My brows knitted with intrigue as I thought of doing a new investigation. Could I do it again? Could I really put myself into that position, to know the unfathomable truths of the world? Was I ready for it? My last investigation destroyed my relationship with Jake. Was I willing to risk losing anything else for that kind of knowledge? A part of me protested, thinking that the risks weren't worth it. But the other half of me, the inquisitive, curious part craved to know more.

  Kym glanced up from her phone, "Okay. I've texted Sam and let him know that we will be there this evening!"

  "Alright." I stood and stretched my arms over my head, my muscles tight from disuse. It had been one hell of a pity party. "Oh, and by the way? Genetically altered zombie dogs."

  "What?" Kym looked at me oddly.

  "Genetically altered zombie dogs would be able to find their way up to my third story apartment." I smirked.

  Kym playfully rolled her eyes as she grinned, "Now there is our monster-loving Whitley we all love and adore. One hour chicka!"

  *

  After devouring a croissant and part of another, I slid into the tub and submerged myself completely as I held my breath and closed my eyes. I stayed beneath the warm water until I became breathless, then surfaced with a gasp. Rivulets of water ran down my neck as I pushed my wet hair from my face. Leaning against the tub, I pressed the back of my head against a pink bath-pillow I'd bought recently at Bed, Bath, & Beyond.

  Pearly white bubbles floated across the water. Candlelight flickered, the shelf above the tub aglow with scented candles I purchased at the same time I bought the pillow. I had planned on surprising Jake with a romantic bubble bath for two, but never had the chance after we had broken up.

  I couldn't blame him; it wasn't his fault. After I had returned from the Lizardman investigation, everything changed. Even though I pretended I was still the same girl that went into those woods that hot, summer day, Jake could tell something was wrong. He knew me too well, and as he pried and prodded for the truth, I pushed him away. How could I admit what I had seen? What I had done.

  Shame heated my cheeks as I remembered that night. It had been over a month, but the memory was emblazoned across my mind, and the slightest thought could pull me back to that moment when my entire world had changed. I had always wanted to believe in mythical creatures and fairy-tales, but the rational, sane part of me knew those things to be unreal. Stories we would tell each other since the dawn of time. I had been fascinated with monsters and other-worldly creatures since childhood, but even then, I knew they weren't real.

  Oh boy, how I was wrong. In that one night, everything I really believed to be real was shattered. All the things I thought about the world, and all the things I believed about myself was tipped upside down. Nothing made sense. A lizard-like monster lived in the Carolina woods. I let it touch me. Invade me.

  I was fucked senseless by it.

  The memory of the creature pleasuring me with its forked tongue played across my mind, and my pussy responded instantly. Warm tingles pulsed, my inner muscles quivered as I remembered its head nudged intimately between my thighs. Licking me. Sucking me. Probing me.

  I tried to force the dirty, shameful thoughts away but the more I tried, the more my body protested. My nipples puckered in the water, aching to be touched. An invisible line of hot pleasure ran from the tips of my breast to the slit between my legs.

  I moaned as I lifted a hand and cupped my breast, feeling its weight in my palm. Thoughts of protest tried to force their way to the center of my brain, but the other side of me, the wicked, devious side resisted. All I could think of was how he had suckled my nipples. How he ignited my entire body at once by slithering his tongue across my breasts while rubbing at my pussy.

  "Don't," I whispered out loud. "Don't remember!" I tried to talk myself out of it. Tried to force away the memory of him impaling me with his enormous, monster-sized cock, claiming me for his own.

  My body hummed with sensation, my blood hot and tingly as it coursed through me. Every part of me tingled as I slowly pushed the pad of my thumb across my rock hard nipple. A soft little groan escaped my lips. An electric current of arousal flowed from my nipple straight to my pussy. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my inner muscles as I imagined its cock thrusting into me.

  My breathing became ragged as I eased my other hand down my torso and rested it on my mound. I hesitated for a heartbeat as I tried to talk myself out of it, but it was fruitless. I was too aroused on by the memories. My fingers curled into my fleshy nether lips and I wiggled my middle finger between my folds, easing them apart. Warm, sudsy water washed over my newly exposed pink folds. The tip of my finger rolled around my clit as I remembered its forked tongue. One part of it had teased my clit, the other slithered between my slit. It had been beyond delicious, an exquisite assault of dual pleasure.

  The more I remembered, the wetter I became. I could feel my womanly juices slicking my fingers as I played with myself. I used my other hand to squeeze my nipples hard. My breath was now a series of gasps and harsh exhales. My body demanded release. The sensations bubbled up as a flurry of images from that night played through my mind like an erotic slideshow. The creature's cock laying against my stomach, stretching my pussy, his tongue in between my legs. Pushing into my virgin ass.

  I gasped and held my breath as I orgasmed. My body shuddered, the bubbly water sloshing around me as I twisted and writhed. I came so hard my vision turned to black and all I could see was blinding, pulsing stars. For a moment, I felt as if I were separated from my body, floating far above it in a sea of pleasurable sensation.

  Inhaling deeply, I forced my eyes open and concentrated on nothing more than taking the next breath. My thoughts were a whirl, my emotions overloaded. What was wrong with me? How could I get off to a monster?! How could the mere memory of it send me spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had?

  My eyes became watery as I thought of Jake. He had been the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I pushed him away. I broke it off with him. How could I be with him after the things I had done? He had begged me to tell him what was wrong...but I couldn't. He wouldn't believe me, and then he'd think I was utterly insane. Either way, it was a losing situation. I mean, how could I even begin to explain what had happened. "Oh, by the way Jake. I love you compl
etely and wholly, but, I let a lizard-esque monster hypnotize me into fucking him. And now I masturbate to the thought of that monster fucking me over and over. But, I love you babe!"

  Ugh.

  Why did life suck so hard sometimes?

  *

  The trip to Saylors Island was mostly uneventful, filled with a mixture of Kymberly's chattering about celebrity couples and Connor J. Rawlings. To say the girl was obsessed would be an understatement. I tried to keep up with the conversation but I kept drifting off.

  "Hello. Earth to Whitley," Kym said, breaking through my reverie.

  I flicked my gaze to her and gave a half-smile, "Sorry. I'm just..." Just what? Lost in memories of monsters and my ex-boyfriend? I wished I could confide in Kym. After all, she was my best friend and had been since we were children. She knew everything about me except this one secret. But, how would I even begin to talk about it? How could I tell her? Would she even believe me? I doubted it.

  She nodded with sympathy, "I know. I get it. You guys were together for a long time," she said, assuming my mood was only because of Jake.

  "And now he is making out with some whore from Tallahasee," I said bitterly.

  Kym frowned. "So you've been on Facebook. I was hoping you wouldn't have seen that."

  "Yup. She tagged him."

  "She is a cow. He must have been drunk." Kym declared with loyalty. Of course the girl wasn't a cow at all. She was stunning. Naturally, I had dutifully stalked her through the internet, having checked out her FB, Instagram, and Twitter. The girl was nearly perfect, which made me hate her all the more. "I don't think they are dating," she said.

  I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. He can have her."

  "Yeah. Fuck him."

  I nodded, "Fuck them both."

  *

  The house was breathtaking. It sat at the end of the street at the far end of the island. The island itself was small, scattered with enormous houses on one side, the other side developed into over-priced restaurants, a couple of high-end touristy strip malls, and a golf course.