Prompts: St. Valentine’s day, tentacles, cyclone
Notes: I would never have come up with this character, her friends and family and her world if it were not for the weird grouping of prompts that I got on my first tictac tales card. I have at least three more stories half way finished, and I am so excited!
Despina doesn’t know why her symbiote has thrived for more than twenty years. But she’s certainly not complaining!
Tentacle fiction from the tentacles’ point of view.
“Despi baby, I don’t wanna go out there; it’s so windy!” But she came anyway, laughing and holding onto her kirtle in one hand, batting at her hair with the other. My tentacles were fucking flying, loving the gusty humid and warm weather. I led her around the wall, and showed her the bower I’d made.
“Happy Valentine’s day, sweetheart,” I said.
Lissa laughed, as I knew she would. She toed the red and pink camillia petals that covered the raw soil of what would become a heart-shaped herbal garden come the real spring. I knew that the cold would descend on us again before that— but the unseasonably warm weather inspired me to get out and hoe and dig.
And fuck my bright girl. I flopped onto the cool earth and used my heavy arms to pull her over me. One holding her head, two supported her waist, one pulled at each thigh, holding her up over my head so I could see, and one left over to encroach on her sweet pussy. My fine arms distributed themselves on her nipples, her clit, the sole of one flailing foot, and the rest just got busy. Lissa sighed happily and relaxed into my hold. I love how she trusts me.
“C’mere” she said, reaching down to me. I let her down onto myself and wrapped my human arms around her shoulders. I nuzzled into her pussy, using a heavy arm and a feedpalp for lubrication, not that she needed much—she had a lot of wet– and I sent in my other feedpalp as well, stretching her entrance gently while I sucked up some of her juices. Carefully, I felt for that spot up front and in deep and nudged it hard. Lissa cried out “Oh!’ and her eyes flew open as her pussy drenched my palps.
“Mmm baby,” she said and wriggled her hand down to where they all spilled out of my body, out of my pussy. Her busy fingers sought out the nexus and coaxed the cloaca open and then it was my turn to holler and wriggle, and then we were moving, my human arms and legs and all of my symbiote’s arms as well, my girl and the damn world was moving—all wrapping around her taste and smell and heat. My feedpalps drank her down and– yeah, well, there was a lot of noise.
Lissa brought her hand up to show me the juices I’d coated it with—and then she shivered suddenly.
“Oh—”she said, and then we were being pummeled by hail. “Ouch, fuck!” she shrieked. I lifted her off me and we ran for the shelter of the avocado tree, yelping at the ice balls that bounced and slammed into us.
“I TOLD you it was windy!” Lissa shouted over the rising wind.
“”You didn’t tell me it was a cyclone!” I hollered back.
“Despi, do something!”
The wind was whipping the hail sideways, right under the tree. We ducked to the leeward side of the big trunk.
“It really is a cyclone,” I said. “Or tornado, or something?”
I backed her up against the tree trunk, and hugged her with my human arms. That would keep the hail from shredding her skin, at least. My agile tentacles retreated, and I shot my heavy ones out to wrap around us and the tree, lengthening them further than I had ever tried to do before. The pelting hail hurt like fuck. I could feel it cutting tiny gashes into the shuddering skin.
“Lemme go a second, Despi,” Lissa said. I wasn’t willing to do that.
“My kirt, baby—hold on—“ She tugged the length of denim loose. “Can you bring one end around—get your arms under it—maybe?”
On of my agile arms took hold of one edge and pushed it out and around till I could grab it with a senstip and pull it back to us. Once she had hold of it I threw my heavy arm back out there and yes, it did help. Although the hail still thudded against the fabric with bruising force, I wasn’t being sliced to ribbons. The howling of the wind got louder and louder—and then stopped. My ears popped.
“We’re in the eye!” Lissa said shakily.
“We got to get to the house now.”
“No!” Lissa said. “No—you know how fast the wind stopped? It will start again just that fast, only going the other way. Let’s wiggle ourselves to the other side and just— be ready—”
We did that. And we rearranged the kirtle length while we were at it, folding part of it over so that the worst-hit of my tentacles would be a little more protected from the coming ordeal.
“All I wanted to do was fuck you silly,” I grumbled. I nosed into her neck, finding her warm skin under her cold wet hair.
“Hella Valentine’s day present!” Lissa chuckled.
“Damn.” I looked up. “No avocados this year; the leaves have all been shredded.”
We mourned the avocados together. I let a couple of my agiles out to explore between her legs.
“Incorrigible” she chided, but shifted for me. Then the light went green again, and I tensed everything tight.
The first blast of wind scared the fuck out of me. It was like being slammed with an iron bar, and I could hardly breathe. I could only think about holding on, my tentacles cramped down in a desperate effort to keep us in place. I was in tears before it ended. Lissa kept talking even though I couldn’t understand what she was saying over the screaming wind. I could barely hear her voice in my ear, soothing and calm despite the tremors I could feel in her body against mine. I could feel the wind slowing. And it seemed that it was slowing just faster than my dwindling strength… just… thankfully… a little bit easier each moment….
“Oh crap,” I mumbled. “I never want to do that again!”
Lissa grunted her agreement. The wind was still gusting, and there was an icy mist needling us, and we were stumbling back to the house— slower than I ever remember moving. My human legs were doing most of the work. My tentacles kept shuddering and jerking and trying to pull themselves back into a more normal configuration. Lissa had my arm over her shoulders, and two of my tentacles as well.
“Stupid, stupid, oh my land, you stupid squid!” a familiar voice roared. Berend came tromping through the mud and scooped me up. as easily as if I didn’t weigh nearly as much as he did.
“Is everyone okay?” I asked.
“Oh yah, we were all comfortable. Except for worrying to death about YOU TWO IDIOTS!” His voice hurt my ears and the little shake he gave me hurt everything. But at that moment, I loved Berend, with his big afro and big boots and his mottled skin and his everlasting scowl— so much. I cried all over again, curled up into his bony chest.
“You, lassie, can you walk?”
“Yah, I didn’t do so much of the work,” Lissa said through her shivers. “I c-can walk— I’m sso c-cold!” She grabbed his shoulder. “Iss there hot water? And something for the t-tentacles to feed on. Oh, Despi, be okay!”
“I’m okay baby, just…” Just mortified, really. But my embarrassment was nothing compared to the relief I felt when my brother deposited me in the warmth of the house. Arpha, his new manpartner and Adrina his longtime womanpartner rushed about with towels and sandwiches and a bucket of chow for my symbiote which I attacked—my tentacles were so hungry that my mouth watered. I sprawled like a slob, feeding, and listened to the water filling the big tub, and Lissa’s shivers dying as she warmed up. We could not stop touching each other, little touches—making sure we were both there.
“She saved our lives!” Lissa said again. She was sitting behind me in the tub, scrubbing foam into the roots of my dreads. “Duck down, baby.” I sploshed water over my head and captured her hands in mine. Pulling her arms around in front to make her hug me, so I could see her golden tan glowing against my dark skin.
“She risked your lives, Lis.” Berend repeated.
“I know, and I won’t do it again.” Berend snorted but I had had the scare of my life. I had never been confronted with a challenge as dangerous as that one before.
Arpha sat on the tub edge, his gentle hands running over one of my heavy arms. “This skin is damned tough,” he said. “Lucky. Are these bruises?”
“If you poke one I will slap you, cause it hurts.” I told him. “anyway, I did get some cuts but they healed fast once I fed…”
“Does that happen a lot?” Arpha wanted to know. He had about a thousand questions about my symbiote. And sometimes they were hard to answer. I don’t know why it was still alive after more than twenty years, but I could tell him that it had never really stopped growing. I couldn’t tell him why my tentacles changed hue once in a while. Or how they had become so much a part of me that I could orgasm through them.
Lissa was telling him about how we used her kirtle to shield my tentacles from the worst of it.
“I’m not so much a superhero,” I said. “I nearly lost us… I gotta get stronger!”
“Oh, come on,” Berend said. “Do you know how fast that wind was?”
“No,” I admitted. “How fast?”
“I don’t know yet, but tornadoes can go like— a hundred miles an hour. More. When we get the intel, you will know exactly how strong you are.”
“You’re super hero enough for me,” Lissa said and hugged me.71