Scylla

This is coming in two parts, mostly because I've come to a standstill while trying to write the lemon section of the story. Well whatever, I've gotten a good start on it at least. Comments and criticism on the introduction (and the sex scene when I manage to write it) are warmly welcomed, as I'm still kind of new to this sort of thing and any guidance you the reader can give is golden to me as an author.



You had to keep yourself to from laughing as you saw poor Lunulta attempting to keep her composure during the ceremony; though being outwrestled by a human isn’t a mark of shame for any of the Scylla sisters, it isn’t something one should be proud of either. Alas, the rules were the rules though and since you had successfully pinned all of her arms within the time limit, the trophy of Kai Lu’u’an’s 15th Annual Wrestling Competition was all yours. Too bad you couldn’t stand to accept the trophy, as Lunulta’s (Or Luna as most people called her) secretions had a slight paralyzing effect, relegating you to sitting in a wheelchair during the ceremony. To top it all of, Luna had to wheel you around until the toxin wore off. Although you were quite the gracious winner immediately after the match was over, and throughout the after party, now was you’re time to rub salt in the wound. “You know Luna, it’s a good thing you suggested an extra layer of spandex for the final match.” You raise your head to look up at the dark sinned beauty wheeling you back to the hut on the coastline where you live. “Oh yeah? Why is that?” You give her a nice shit eating grin before you answer. “Because if I hadn’t, the entire crowd would’ve seen the massive boner you gave me from the match!” On top of the light paralysis that Luna’s secretions had, it also doubled as a rather powerful aphrodisiac; an evolutionary response from when Scylla openly hunted sailors in the older days. And while your many years of wrestling with the Scylla sisters had given you a small amount of immunity, you were only human after all.

You cackle madly as Luna shoves you with great force down the sidewalk and eventually falling out as you finally veer off and hit the sand with a solid †˜oof’. Still laughing as you try to pull yourself back into the wheelchair, Luna scuttles over and (with perhaps a little bit of undue force) helps you back into the chair and rolls you back onto the concrete. “Sorry, sorry. You know I can’t help teasing the cutest mollusk on the island.” She shakes her head, and reluctantly can’t help but laugh. You and she are lovers after all. “Just wait until we get back to the hut, and then I’ll show a certain uppity human what teasing really is.” You smile sheepishly. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll get what’s coming to him.”

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You and Luna had met many years ago during the 3rd Kai Lu’u’an Wrestling Competition during the opening ceremony. With your mother and her mother both worked together at the docks, it had been natural to have the two of you to meet at the biggest event of the year. The two of you were too young to compete that year, but the two of you always seemed to find yourselves sitting next to each other during each event. The friendly competition of routing for your respective species persisted until the two of you entered High School together in the same class, and were eligible to enter the Amateur division of the 7th Annual Wrestling Competition. Having watched the pro wrestlers for years, the two of you were positive that you would beat the other in a glorious show down in the final. Unfortunately, the two of you were never paired, and you both were eliminated before you could get the chance to face each other. It didn’t stop you from wrestling outside the ring though.

Then the teacher began Sex Ed classes…oh joy.

It didn’t take many more wrestling matches to start realizing just how close the two of you got when matches got heated, and on a certain sunny day when the parents were away, a wrestling match turned into a tangle of teenage lust and desire as the two of you discovered some holds and grips that would likely get you banned from any respectable wrestling match. This lovey dovey vanilla experience ended quite abruptly when you suddenly went into cardiac arrest and were rushed to the emergency room. First lesson learned about dating a Scylla sister; neurotoxins. They stopped teaching Sex Ed during the freshman year after you were discharged.

But a near death experience wasn’t enough to keep you from her numerous arms. Your second consummation being much more successful than the first, the two of you eventually found yourselves going on dates and having †˜wrestling practice’ when you could find the free time. Mysteriously, one of your parents was always out working during that free time…you both had your suspicions, but there was no way your parents were that cool right?

Eventually the 8th annual competition came around an-

…

A quick bap to the head shakes you from your reminiscing of the younger days as she rolls you up the ramp to your hut. “Are you even listening to me you dolt?” You snicker softly as you slyly say no. You quickly find yourself in the dreaded Marginatus Splitter grip and dangling helplessly from her tentacles as you just as quickly sound your apology. “I’m just kidding! Sorry! I was just thinking about High School!” She brings you up to face her, anger apparent even when you are held upside down. “I don’t believe you.” You attempt to defend yourself. “It’s true, I was just thinking about our first match in the Competition. You know, when you accidentally slipped one of your tentacles i-“You are quickly dropped into the sand again as her anger turns to embarrassment. “I know where it went alright? My sisters still never let me hear the end of it.”

The paralysis having mostly worn off, you manage to pick yourself up out of the sand and take a seat on the deck. She could really twist you around if she caught you unprepared, like just now. You gently massage your shins as she nervously takes a seat next to you. Obviously the mood had changed. Though both of you had given plenty of injuries to the other during wrestling, it was often that sometimes things got out of hand. It had been the finals in the 11th annual competition when the two of you forgot how fragile you both were, and had spent the next few months laid up in the hospital. She was missing a small piece of collar bone, and you were short three ribs.

Three soft appendages cautiously wrap around your waist. “…Sorry.” You nod understandingly, these things happened. You firmly twine your fingers in her grip, trying to reassure her. “Don’t worry about it Luna.” You turn to face her, only to find her on the verge of tears. “No I do worry about it! Even this long after maturity I still can’t fully control my arms! What if next time you lose more than a rib!? What if we’re fishing and I just happen to rip your arm off! What if-”

You promptly cut her off as you plant your lips on hers. You hate it when she goes off on a rant about her strength. You know it’s not her fault that it is often her tentacles have a mind of their own, but sometimes she still thinks it is. Being evolved from the octopus family, many traits of her cephalopod ancestors have been passed down through the generations. One of the chief problems is that that Luna and her Scylla sisters still lack a a strong sense of proprioception, or being able to keep track of exactly where their additional arms are, and the strength being used when controlling them. This trait was rapidly becoming obsolete, but it could still sometimes manifest itself when strong emotions got the better of rational thinking.

She meekly tries to push you away, but you strongly wrap your arms around her and continue to kiss her. Slowly, the tears stop falling, and her breathing slows down. Finally you release the lip lock, and look her dead in the eyes. I’ve told you haven’t I? I won’t have my wife blaming herself for nature’s shortcomings.” She sniffles and nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. “O…ok” You give her a warm smile. “That’s my girl.” You pull her up from her seat as you briskly get back on your feet. “Now if I remember correctly, a certain someone was going to show some uppity human about the true nature of teasing!” The paralysis may have worn off, but the aphrodisiac was not so easily overcome, and you still had a large problem sitting between your legs. “You’re such a dog Steven.” You smile broadly; glad to see her back in a cheery mood. “You’re just mad because my sex drive is bigger than yours.” She gently pushes you inside the hut, locking the door behind her. “Oh we’ll see about that.”

You imagine that even if you truly wanted to escape from a hold like this, it would be impossible. You also try to imagine what kind of man would ever want to escape from a situation like this. You are for all practical purposes, stamped to the wall, because when the clothes came off the full force of Luna’s tentacles came out in true style. She had shoved you up against the thin barrier between the kitchen and living room and wrapped the two of you up like peas in a pod; sparing only two tentacles from the sensuous trap she had sprung. While anyone could argue that most would give an arm and a leg just to feel that gripping sensation in the other two, you wonder what they would give to know what it felt like with the two tentacles doing their business. “Hmmm, you taste really salty you know.” You’d shrug if you could, but she’s got you locked down. “Well you didn’t even wait for me to take a shower, even after that workout you gave me in the ring.” She gave a seductive wink, and continued to work her miracles with the two tentacles she had spared to service me. Quickly, you realize something. “Wait, so the reason you were extra slippery today was…!” She grinned like the little devil she was. “I may have tried secreting an extra amount of aphrodisiac to get an upper hand.” You open your mouth to answer, but her tendrils cut you off, and all you can do is give a grunt as if you’d just had the air knocked out of you.

The two arms she had spared were completely interlocked with your rock hard pride. The first one had started at the base and gently squirmed its way up the shaft in a spiral motion, leaving parts of you exposed. Then the other tentacle came in; starting at the tip and filling in the blanks left by its friend in a purposefully slow and tender motion. All this occurred simultaneously, nearly driving you to an orgasm from only ten seconds of play. Luckily, you were used to such dirty tricks, and had become desensitized to a certain point. It was likely no human woman would ever be able to properly bring you the ejaculation without the use of some pretty naughty toys. Luna sensed your struggle from trying not to come, and eyed you deviously. “Fufufu, starting so soon love? We haven’t even gotten to the real fun yet…” Slowly, so as not to bring you to orgasm, she began to flare the suckers on her arms to engulf your dick even more. “Oh…ohhhhh” You can barely speak as she begins individually manipulating each sucker, gently kissing and pecking you just enough so that you could feel it, but not hard enough to satisfy you. “L-Luna…” She seals your mouth with hers, and continues with her merciless assault. “Shhhhh, it’s my turn to pin you dear.” Suddenly, your feel tentacles moving over more than just your member. Luna had begun manipulating her 6 other arms to massage your entire body. Gently in some places, and rougher in others. It’s a fantastic feeling to be wrapped in a soft slimy cage, and you were forced to admit that if you had no been so desensitized to it, you would have cum ages ago. The tendrils moved everywhere; your toes, your inner thigh, even yo-.

“Whoooaaaa. Hey hey hey hey hey!!” Just like she’d done in the 8th competition, a tricky tentacle had slipped it’s way inside your ass. It squirmed its way almost all the way up to the start of your intestines, and to your horror it u-turned back towards the entrance, ultimately stopping to prod against your prostate. “Ahhhnnn~. Even in here you taste so naughty, I can feel just how close you are…just relax and let it loose.” Another interesting thing you had learned about Scylla was their ability to taste whatever their tentacles touched. It would be extremely embarrassing to you that you were being completely dominated by a young tanned silver haired girl that was almost a foot shorter than you (if she didn’t extend her arms when she walked), if it didn’t feel so damn good.

That’s when the other appendages started working on your penis again. With no rest she roughly manipulates you with a corkscrew attack along your shaft, and a hard sucking with her suction cups along your head. With one arm rubbing your prostate, and another two attacking your erection, it’s only a matter of seconds before you explode in a wave of ecstasy all over her tendrils. You are instantly released as the other tentacles reactively try and gobble up what semen they can, the constant sensation of them fighting each other for a serving keeping up your orgasm even longer than usual. You barely manage to keep on your feet, though Luna has collapsed from the sensation of your ejaculation all over her appendages. Arms twitching with joy, and a satisfied look on your wifes face, you feel a strong sense of accomplishment; how many men could say they brought a monster girl to her knees with his semen.

Slowly though, a look of confusion spreads across her face…and then a startling realization. “This…this taste is.” Before she can get her guard back up, you have already pinned her to the floor. Your switch has been flipped, your inner animal revealed, your inhuman lust blatantly apparent. You too, had cheated just a little. “That’s right Luna, milk.”

Now, wrestling had always put Luna in a frisky mood since you first started dating in high school, but when she lost it was always tainted with a bit of cushy sadism. She would always pin you down in creative ways and have her way with you until she was satisfied. And as with most monster girls, that could take a long time. You however, had contingency planning. After getting tired of always being stuck on the receiving end, you sent a letter to your older brother back on the mainland for some help. He ran a milk farm in the country side, Holstaurus milk to be exact. It was a popular commodity amongst monsters and humans alike, renowned not only for its nutritional benefits, but also as a strong energy-giving drink. Your brother swore that he would never be able to keep up with his job without the stuff, and you never understood why until he started shipping you cartons of the stuff through the mail. Just a few swigs of the drink made you feel as if you were lighter than air, and stronger than a Minotaur. As the she had gone to the bedroom to †˜get ready’, you had quickly taken a few swigs from the quart in the fridge to prepare you for what was sure to be a long evening.

So with the effects of the milk in full swing, when an orgasm that would have brought down most men ripped through your cock, you were good for at least another 4 rounds. “Steve~!” You would hear none of it, and wasted no time in plunging every inch of your erection into her dripping pussy. It was even better than the tentacles, because while her octopus arms weren’t cold, they cool to the touch. Her pussy was a different story. It was if there was a fever in there, a fever with an attitude. Her heat matched only by her pulsing walls, that seemed to time themselves with your thrusts; attempting to drive you deeper inside of her. Despite her issues with her muscle control, she can be really naughty with them if she put her mind to it. Soft cries escape her drooling mouth, wrapping her human arms around your back as her tendrils jerk and shudder with every thrust. Each muscle inside of her vaginal wall flowed forward and back gently, even if you held still. Caressing, massaging, and tasting as much of you as they could. “Luna..” She grips you even harder, burying her face into your shoulder. “Give it to me…let it out~”

Spurred on by the whimpers and whispers of a childhood friend turned wife, you give it your all, plunging into her depths like a typhoon. Soft cries turn into screams of pleasure, and her once gently pulsing cunt became an angry god, squeezing and tugging your cock as hard as it could, until eventually pulling out took more energy than pushing in. This continues more and more, until eventually the force of her walls were so strong that you were sure that by this point the head was firmly lodged into the entrance of her womb. Luna has been reduced to a mass of squirming, gooey, lump of pleasure. Through her unintelligible screaming, you can hear her beg for your semen. It’s a relief to hear her say that, because you’re beginning to wonder if you could even manage to pull out of her at this point.

Feeling that the eventual release could be held off no longer, you muster as much strength as you can. With considerable effort you manage to pull out a majority of your member, and smash it one last time into the love of your life. Your orgasm times with hers, and as her tentacles fling themselves around you (cracking a few ribs in the process) your spunk floods her womb. Gushing like a fountain, you paint every crevice, every nook and cranny, each and every spasming muscle, with billions of your little children. Paralysis finally overcomes the effects of the Holstaurus milk, and you collapse beside of her, your heart filed with fire as you see the pleased and loving face of your woman as she snuggles up beside you. Still attempting to catch her breath, Luna rubs her hands over her stomach.

“The…there’s so..so much.” You can only moan in response. It’s a good thing you chugged as much milk as you did, otherwise you would have likely ended up in a hospital again. “St…Steve?” You shake your head and manage to turn your head towards her. “I…I’m fine.” She giggles, happy that you were just as exhausted as she was. “Well…a tie…I guess?” You glance down towards her stomach. There’s no way that she isn’t going to get pregnant from that colossal orgasm you had inside her womb. “No way...I definitely won…that one.” She follows your gaze and catches on instantly. “Fufu…you’re such a…a dog……Steven.”

The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore fill your house, and the final rays of the sun beam in through your window, making for a perfect combination to lull the two of you to sleep completely wrapped in the arms of the other.

With such a loving wife, and soon dozens of daughters on the way; what more could a man possibly want?

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Well that's the end. Time for personal comments.

I hope you liked the ending, even though I feel like I might have neglected to put as much thought into the sex scenes as I did the story as a whole. I picked Scylla this time because I'm a big fan of tentacles, but couldn't bring myself to write a tentacle rape story. So instead I went with vanilla rape lol.

Lunulta got her name (minus a vowel) from the full Latin name of her species Hapalochlaena lunulata, or the Greater Blue-ringed Octopus. After I finished typing up the Holstaurus story, and I knew that featuring a Scylla was what I wanted to do, I looked up different species of octopus and squid. Thinking that most of the ones I was looking at were incredibly boring, I remembered reading stories about swimmers in Australia being stung or poisoned by a rather small but brilliantly colored cephalopod, the Blue-ringed Octopus. I read up on it more, and learned that it naturally secreted Tetrodotoxin. Tertrodotoxin is a very power toxin, and I imagined that writing in a story where simply cuddling with a girl like Lunulta could kill you would be interesting.

The island name has no real life counter part, I just imagined what a random island name in Hawaii would be.

All in all, I hope you enjoyed this one! Please leave comments and suggestions so that I can make any improvements you would like to see.


P.S. If you would like to read more stories like this, what monster girl should I feature in the next story?

Personally, I think that this one's better than the Holstaurus story. It is not loaded that much with hentai cliches.

This one has a nice pacing, although my suggestion is to give it to someone to beta-read for a spell check. There were several times were you corrected or re-wrote a sentence and just forgot parts of the previous sentence version (if you get what I mean).

You wrote out a decent background for their relationship and that makes them more realistic. All in all, it is a cute story and the choice of vanilla gives it a nice warm, emotional touch.

This was rather nice and very attractive, that in addition to your advanced writing makes it a great story. I was a tad turned off by the rib cracking, not knowing if that was serious or facetious, but that's probably because I'm not a fan of the whole human spider/mantis sex ritual involving the male being killed and/or eaten by the monster girl.

If you're looking for monster girl suggestions, I've always been a devout appreciator of the goo/slime girl.

Crap...I've got a hard-on reading this. You're really good at this. By the way, it's probably personal preference, I see you're prone to the more uh....Maso side for the male counterpart, not that I'm complaining.

I would like to see a Lamia or Foxgirl next. Lamia is a total turn on for me.

Just Damn!!! I needed that.