Tentacle Entanglement: A smutty fantasy romance

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The clouds concealing the moon part, flooding the room with silver light. I follow the tentacle to find his shadowy outline. New to me, Siggy Shade has a mastery of telling a story, unfurling the monster heat, and wrapping it up in a way that makes me want more more more. Alright! This was recommended to me by @MyMetalMonster on Tiktok. I said I wanted tentacles and DANG did this rec deliver!!! Plot - 4/5 : I wouldn’t say this is a plotty book but the plot is expanded enough that I wouldn’t classify this as pure erotica The pulse between my ears pounds so hard that it muffles all sound, including the meditation I’d stupidly played to attract a soul mate. Had I heard him right? He can’t be taking me to his dimension. Dimensions are a thing of science fiction. They don’t even exist.

Have I gone down a weird rabbit hole of monster smut? Yes I have. Have I the found weirdest monster smut on the market? Possibly. It’s by far the most bizarre I have read. But a few minutes ago, I would have said that monsters were figments of overactive imaginations. Now, I’m suspended three feet off the wooden floorboards by a creature of shadow and tentacles.What lies beyond my room is a landscape of volcanoes and fire. I would call it hell but even demons might find it inhospitable. Dating apps are okay, but most of the guys there are either players, time-wasters, or catfishers. And then there are scammers like the Tinder Swindler.

My gaze whips around the room. All I see is the dark. Either he disappeared the moment the clouds covered the moon or this monster really is made of shadows. I slip my fingers beneath the appendage to dislodge its grip, but it tightens. It looks like he wants an answer to his question. The monster hesitates for several moments. I can’t tell if he’s considering my words or deciding whether or not to take a risk with my life, but when he closes the rip in the air, I collapse with relief. The monster raises his arm in a slicing motion that causes the sound of tearing. My breath catches as a rip forms in the air. Shit. I’d heard of the fabric of time, but this is ridiculous. I have no words. I don’t have the mastery of speech that I need to describe how much I FING LOVED this novel!!! I want more, I need more!!! The plot, the spice, the humour, the EVERYTHING.Every nerve ending on that side of my body tingles in anticipation of those tentacles. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch. I’m human,” I say through panting breaths. “There’s no way a person like me could breathe, let alone survive in an atmosphere that toxic.” With all my spare time spent painting watercolors in the hope that one of them will sell, it’s near impossible to meet decent men.

Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip.He pulls me away from the rift in the air and loosens the tentacle gag a little further. “Explain.”