The clouds concealing the moon part, flooding the room with silver light. I follow the tentacle to find his shadowy outline. PDF / EPUB File Name: Tentacle_Entanglement_-_Siggy_Shade.pdf, Tentacle_Entanglement_-_Siggy_Shade.epub He pulls me away from the rift in the air and loosens the tentacle gag a little further. “Explain.”

Book Genre: Adult, Adult Fiction, Aliens, Erotica, Fantasy, Fiction, Folklore, Monsters, Novella, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Science Fiction Alexis is a struggling artist in a terrible apartment over a coffee shop run by a horrible pervy boss. She gets told to listen to a meditation video about Calling Out A True Mate - he he he - where can I find this video?? Cause DANG. The monstrous alternate dimension creature that appears is consumed with pleasing her. 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.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. Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip. 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.

I’ve never tasted anything finer,” he replies with a low moan that makes my nipples tighten. “Where can I find more?”

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I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping. Heat floods the room, explaining why I’d woken up feeling too hot. He must have brought it with him when he entered through the portal. The air becomes acrid with a suffocating scent of sulfur. My eyes itch, then they water, then it feels like tiny claws are scratching my throat. I blink over and over, coughing, choking, gasping for air. 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. 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. I have work tomorrow, and…” My voice trails off. Is that the best I can say under the circumstances?