The air in my dorm room shifted, a strange static humming in the space just above my bed. I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs, my fingers gripping the edge of the mattress. The darkness seemed to pulse, and then it rippled. I blinked, my breath catching—not in the clichéd way, but in that sharp, involuntary gasp you make when something impossible unfolds right in front of you. My eyes widened as the portal opened slowly, like a flower blooming in reverse. It wasn’t light or color—it was a void, a deep, endless blackness that somehow felt alive. And from it, they emerged. Tentacles, thick and glistening, coiled and writhed as they spilled into my room. My mouth went dry, but I wasn’t afraid. Not exactly. There was something… curious about them. Something that didn’t feel like danger, but rather an invitation to explore the unknown.

One of the tentacles extended toward me, and I froze. It moved with deliberate slowness, like it was testing the air, and then it brushed against the open notebook on my desk. The pen I’d left there rolled toward it, and the tentacle wrapped around the tip, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world. My chest tightened as I watched, my mind racing. This can’t be real. But it was. The tentacle hovered over the paper, the pen trembling slightly, as if it were learning how to manipulate it. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my breath shallow as it began to write. The letters were shaky, awkward, like a child’s first attempt at forming words, but the message was clear: Hello.

I stared at the word, my brain struggling to process it. “Uh… hi?” My voice was thin, shaky. I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. “Who—what are you?”

The pen scratched against the paper again, and I leaned forward, my curiosity overriding my initial shock. Portal, it wrote.

The simplicity of the response made me snort, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “Okay, Portal. Are you… alive?”

The tentacle hesitated for a moment, as if considering the question, then wrote, Yes.

I exhaled slowly, my nerves still jangling. “Why are you here? In my room?”

The pen moved again, slower this time. To connect. To choose.

“Choose what?” I asked, my pulse quickening as I watched the tentacle dip the pen once more.

You.

My heart skipped a beat. “Me?” The tentacle didn’t move. It just waited, like it was giving me time to process. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. “Okay, uh… that’s… direct. But, like, how does that even work? You’re a… portal.”

The tentacle curled, almost like it was shrugging, then wrote, I can feel. I can touch. I can pleasure.

My cheeks burned, but a strange warmth spread through me, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name yet. It was crazy, surreal, but also… intriguing.

My stomach twisted, but not in a bad way. There was a flutter low in my belly, a heat that I couldn’t ignore. I bit my lip, my mind racing. “And you want to… with me?”

The tentacle paused, then wrote, Yes.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Why me?”

The pen scratched against the paper again, each word deliberate. You’re curious. You’re open. You’re here.

I laughed nervously, the sound high-pitched and shaky. “Guess I can’t argue with that.” I hesitated, my thoughts swirling like a storm. “But, uh… what about consent? Boundaries? I mean, this is… intense.”

The tentacle paused, then wrote, Teach me.

I blinked, my heart pounding in my chest. “Teach you?”

The pen moved again, the letters forming slowly, almost reverently. Yes. Want to do it right.

I couldn’t help but smile, some of the tension easing from my shoulders. “Okay. Well, first off, you have to ask. Explicitly. And I have to say yes. Or no. Whatever I’m comfortable with.”

The tentacle nodded—or at least, it did something that felt like a nod. It was surprisingly endearing, like it was trying its best to understand. Then it wrote, Do you want this?

I stared at the words, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could hear it. My body was already sending signals, a warmth spreading through me that I couldn’t ignore. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Then, louder, “Yes. But we need to set some rules.”

The tentacle wrote again, the ink pooling slightly on the page. Teach me.

I nodded, my mind racing as I tried to think of what to say. “Okay. First, no hurting me. Ever.”

The pen moved immediately. Agreed.

I exhaled, feeling a little more in control. “Second, if I say stop, you stop. Immediately.”

The tentacle wrote, Of course, and I could almost feel the sincerity in its words. It was strange, how something so otherworldly could feel so… respectful.

I took a deep breath, my heart still racing, but now there was a strange confidence bubbling up inside me. “Third… I want to enjoy this. I want you to make me enjoy it.”

The tentacle seemed to quiver, the ink pooling slightly on the page as it wrote, I will.

I smiled, my body tingling with anticipation. “Good.” My voice was steadier now, a strange calm washing over me. “Then let’s do this.”

The tentacle set the pen down, and the others began to move, sliding toward me with a slow, deliberate grace. I lay back on the bed, my breathing shallow but steady. One tentacle brushed against my ankle, the skin warm and smooth, and I shivered. I felt a thrill run through me, a mix of excitement and nerves. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” The tentacles tightened slightly, their grip firm but not painful. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment, ready for whatever came next.

The first touch was electric, a jolt of sensation that ripped through me like a lightning strike. A tentacle slid up my leg, its texture smooth yet ridged in a way that sent sparks shooting through my nerves. Another coiled around my wrist, holding it firmly but gently, like it knew exactly how much pressure I could take. I gasped as a third pressed against my lips, and I opened my mouth instinctively, letting it slide inside. The taste was strange—salt and something sweet, like honey kissed by the sea—and the way it moved against my tongue, curling and pulsing, made me moan deep in my throat.

“Fuck,” I muttered around it, my voice muffled but thick with arousal. “You’re good at this.” The tentacle inside my mouth withdrew slightly, and I felt it vibrate, almost like it was laughing at me. My cheeks flushed, but I couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, don’t get cocky,” I teased, my voice trembling with both nerves and excitement. I realized, though, that with the tentacle in my mouth, I couldn’t actually say the safe word if I needed to. My heart skipped a beat, a flicker of panic rising in my chest. The tentacle seemed to sense my unease, sliding out of my mouth with a slow, deliberate motion and leaving a slick trail across my lips. One of the others reached for the notebook on my desk, the pen moving quickly across the page. I craned my neck to see what it was writing.

I can hear your thoughts, the words formed on the paper, the handwriting steady now, practiced. If you form them into words, as if you were going to speak them, I will know.

I blinked, my heart still racing but my panic easing slightly. “Really?” I asked, my voice shaky. The tentacle wrapped around the pen nodded—or at least, it did something that felt like a nod. I took a deep breath, trying to focus. Stop, I thought, as if I were going to say it aloud. The tentacles froze immediately, their movements ceasing as they hovered in the air. A warm feeling of reassurance washed over me, and I smiled. “Okay,” I said, my voice steadier now. “Good to know. Let’s keep going.”

The tentacles tightened around me once more, their grip firm but careful, as if they were testing the limits of my body. One slid beneath my shirt, the coolness of it making me gasp as it cupped my breast, the tip teasing my nipple until it was hard and aching. Another found its way between my legs, rubbing against me through my jeans, and I arched into the touch, my hips moving on their own. “Yeah,” I breathed, the word barely more than a whisper. “Just like that.”

The tentacle at my core pressed harder, grinding against me in slow, deliberate circles, and I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. “Okay, okay, get these off,” I said, tugging at my jeans with my free hand. The tentacles obliged, their movements surprisingly dexterous as they peeled the fabric away, leaving me bare and exposed. Cool air hit my skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of the tentacles as they resumed their exploration.

One slid up my thigh, the tip brushing against my folds, and I shuddered, my breath catching in my chest. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Right there.” The tentacle pressed inside me, slow and steady, its thickness stretching me in the most delicious way. I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow as it filled me, inch by inch. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.” Another tentacle found its way to my ass, and I tensed for a moment, then relaxed as it began to press inside. The sensation was overwhelming, my body stretched and filled in ways I’d never imagined. But it wasn’t just the physicality of it—it was the way they moved, the way they seemed to know exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

“Harder,” I gasped, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and raw need. The words spilled out of me, barely coherent, as the tentacles inside me pulsed and writhed, their movements a symphony of sensation. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel everything."

The tentacles obeyed without hesitation, their rhythm intensifying, thrusting deeper and faster, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. I cried out, my nails clawing at the sheets, the fabric bunching in my fists as they worked me over, every inch of my body consumed by their writhing forms.

The pleasure built and built, a tidal wave cresting inside me, each wave higher and more intense than the last. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I teetered on the edge of something indescribable. “God, yes. Fill me up. Fill me. I want to feel you… everywhere.” My voice was thick with lust, the words tumbling out in a haze of need.

And then it happened. A wave of heat surged through me, white-hot and all-consuming, and I felt something release—a thick, warm liquid spilling inside me, filling me completely. My body convulsed, my back arching off the bed as the orgasm tore through me, ripping me apart and putting me back together all at once. I screamed, the sound raw and guttural, my vision going white as every nerve in my body lit up like a live wire. My muscles clenched and unclenched, my entire being consumed by the intensity of it, until I was left trembling, my body weak and pliant.

When I finally came back to myself, the tentacles were still, their grip gentle, almost tender. I lay there, panting, my body tingling with the aftershocks of what just happened. My skin felt hot, my limbs heavy, and my mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations. “Holy shit,” I muttered, my voice hoarse and ragged. “That was… holy shit.”

The tentacle that had written in the notebook earlier reached out, brushing against my cheek in what felt like a caress. I smiled, still dazed, my lips curling into a lazy grin as I turned my head toward it. “Guess you’re a quick learner,” I said, my voice soft but filled with warmth. “You really know how to blow a girl’s mind.”

It wrote again, the letters shaky but clear, as if it were still trying to catch its breath too. Thank you.

I laughed, the sound shaky but genuine, a lightness bubbling up inside me. “No, thank you,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude and something else—something deeper. I reached out, tracing the edge of the portal with my fingers, the surface cool and smooth beneath my touch. “So… is this a one-time thing, or…” My voice trailed off, the question hanging in the air between us.

The tentacle hesitated, as if considering my words, then wrote, Up to you.

I grinned, the warmth in my belly spreading, a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. “Good,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “Because I think we’re just getting started.” The tentacles tightened around me again, their movements slow and deliberate, and I closed my eyes, ready for whatever came next. The night was far from over, and I couldn’t wait to see where this deliciously insane journey would take us.

~~~~~

The air in my dorm room felt charged, like the moment before a thunderstorm. I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart pounding in anticipation. Last night had been… indescribable. The tentacle portal had left me breathless, my body humming with pleasure long after it had vanished. But tonight, I wanted more. I wanted to push the boundaries we’d set, to see how far we could go. My skin tingled with anticipation, and I could already feel the heat pooling between my thighs. I was ready—no, I was desperate for it.

The portal shimmered into existence, the same swirling vortex of light and shadow as before. Tentacles emerged, writhing and glistening in the dim light. They reached for the notebook on my desk, the pen hovering over the page. My breath hitched as I watched them, my body aching for their touch. The portal seemed to sense my eagerness, the tentacles moving with a deliberate slowness that only heightened my anticipation.

“Hi again,” I said, my voice soft but steady.

The tentacle wrote back, its handwriting deliberate. Hello. You seem… eager.

I smiled, biting my lip. “I am. But I want to change the rules tonight. Last night was amazing, but I want… more. I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel completely bound, completely helpless. Can you do that?”

The tentacle hesitated, the pen hovering over the page. Hurt? How will I know if it’s too much? I don’t wish to harm you.

I leaned forward, my pulse racing. “We’ll use a safe word. If I say ‘red,’ you stop immediately. Otherwise… I want you to take me. Roughly. Make me feel every inch of you.”

The tentacle wrote, the letters shaky. Are you certain?

I nodded, my breath quickening. “Yes. I’m certain. I trust you. I’ve never felt like this with anyone—or anything—before. I need this. I need you.”

The portal pulsed, the tentacles coiling in anticipation. They moved toward me, their touch firm but not yet rough. One tentacle wrapped around my wrist, pulling it behind my back. Another snaked around my other wrist, binding them together. The sensation was tight, constricting, but not painful. I could feel the strength in the tentacles, the way they could easily overpower me. My stomach fluttered with excitement.

“More,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want to feel completely helpless. I want to be yours.”

The tentacles complied, wrapping around my ankles, my thighs, my waist. They lifted me off the bed, suspending me in midair. I was completely bound, my body stretched and exposed. The tentacles tightened, the pressure just shy of painful. I gasped, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. My skin felt alive, every nerve ending electrified by the tentacles’ grip. I was vulnerable, helpless, and I loved it.

“Good,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Now… take me. Make me yours.”

The tentacles didn’t hesitate. One slid up my thigh, the tip teasing the edge of my panties. Another brushed against my lips, the cool, slick surface sending a jolt of electricity through me. I opened my mouth, letting the tentacle slip inside. It filled my mouth, the texture smooth and firm. I moaned around it, the sound muffled but unmistakable. My body was already on fire, every touch stoking the flames.

Another tentacle pressed against my entrance, the tip probing gently before pushing inside. I gasped, my body arching as it filled me. The sensation was intense, the tentacle thicker than anything I’d ever felt. It moved slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, but I wanted more. “Deeper,” I managed to say, my voice ragged. The tentacle complied, pushing further inside me, stretching me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible. I could feel every ridge, every subtle movement as it began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity.

The tentacles worked in perfect harmony, one filling my mouth, another plunging deep inside me, and yet another teasing my clit with maddening precision. The sensations were overwhelming, a chaotic symphony of pleasure and pain that left me gasping for air. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with ecstasy. The tentacles were relentless, their movements precise and deliberate, as if they knew exactly how to push me to the edge.

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling with need. “Just like that. Fuck me. Make me your slut.”

The tentacles seemed to respond to my words, their movements becoming more aggressive, more demanding. I was completely at their mercy, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. My body convulsed with pleasure, my mind blank except for the sensation of the tentacles claiming me, filling me, owning me. I was theirs, and I loved every second of it.

“Faster,” I managed to say, my voice strained, each word trembling with need. The tentacle obeyed, thrusting deeper, harder, its girth stretching me in ways that made my breath catch. I cried out, the pleasure bordering on pain, a delicious ache that made my body tremble. It was exactly what I wanted, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, the kind of intensity that made my mind go blank and my body sing. “Yes,” I moaned, my voice trembling, barely more than a whisper. “Just like that. Fuck me.” The tentacle in my mouth retreated, allowing me to speak, though my words were ragged and uneven. “You feel so good,” I said, my voice low and sultry, dripping with desperation. “I want you to fill me up. Use me however you want. I’m yours.”

The tentacles tightened around me, their grip almost painful, but I relished it. The pressure was intoxicating, a reminder of how completely I was at their mercy. Another tentacle pressed against my ass, the tip teasing my tight entrance, slick and cool against my skin. I clenched around it, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through me, sharp and electric. “Yes,” I hissed, my voice breathless, my body trembling with anticipation. “Take me there too. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to own every part of me.” The tentacle pushed inside, the stretch intense but exhilarating, a searing ache that quickly transformed into bliss. I cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain, my body arching as it adjusted to the invasion. The tentacles moved in rhythm, one thrusting into my pussy, the other into my ass, their slick, writhing lengths filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, my body stretched and filled in ways I’d never imagined, every nerve alight with pleasure.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice trembling, my body trembling even more. “You’re so big. I can’t… I can’t take it.” The tentacles slowed, their movements gentler, as if sensing my struggle. “No,” I said, my voice firm, even as it shook. “Don’t stop. I can take it. I want it. Fuck me harder.” The tentacles obeyed, their thrusts deeper, more forceful, each one driving me closer to the edge. I cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear, my body writhing in their grip. The tentacle in my mouth returned, silencing my cries, its smooth, firm texture filling my mouth completely. I moaned around it, the sound muffled but unmistakable, my body trembling with need. “Yes,” I thought, my mind spinning, my body trembling. “This is what I wanted. This is what I needed.”

The tentacles moved faster, their rhythm relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I could feel myself getting closer, the pleasure building to a crescendo, a tight coil of tension in my core. The tentacle in my pussy pulsed, the tip swelling inside me, and I knew what was coming. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me, my body trembling with need. “Come inside me,” I thought, the words echoing in my mind, a desperate plea. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”

The tentacles didn’t just fill me; they possessed me. Every thrust, every pulse, every inch of their slick, writhing length was a symphony of ecstasy, a relentless wave of pleasure that left me gasping for air. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, my body trembling on the edge of release, every nerve alight with sensation. The tentacle in my ass twisted, hitting a spot that made my vision blur, my body convulsing with pleasure. I screamed into the tentacle gagging me, my entire body convulsing as the first wave of orgasm crashed over me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left me trembling and breathless.

The tentacle in my pussy swelled, its tip expanding deep within me before erupting in a hot, thick flood of cum. I could feel it gushing inside me, filling every crevice, the warmth spreading through my core like liquid fire. Yes, yes, fill me up, I silently begged, my body quivering with the sheer intensity of it. The tentacle in my ass followed suit, its release just as powerful, its seed mingling with the first. The sensation was filthy and utterly divine, my body stretched and overflowing, completely at the mercy of the portal’s desires. I cried out, the sensation sending me over the edge, my body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over me. The tentacles inside me pulsed in perfect unison, their slick, writhing lengths driving me to heights of ecstasy I’d never imagined possible. My muscles clenched and trembled, every nerve in my body alight with sensation. Oh God, yes, I thought, my mind spiraling as the orgasm tore through me, relentless and all-consuming.

Another wave of pleasure hit me, my body spasming uncontrollably as the tentacles continued to thrust, milking every last drop of pleasure from my trembling form. The tentacle in my mouth retreated slightly, allowing me to gasp for air, but it quickly returned, silencing my cries as I writhed in ecstasy. Fuck, it’s so much, I thought, my mind a haze of pleasure, pain, and pure, unadulterated bliss. The tentacles tightened around me, their grip unyielding, their movements relentless, driving me further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

I could feel the cum pooling inside me, warm and thick, the sensation both invasive and intoxicating. My body was theirs, every inch of me claimed and marked, and I loved it. The tentacles pulsed one final time, their movements slowing as they began to withdraw, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath. My body felt wrecked, every muscle limp and spent, but I couldn’t stop the satisfied smile that spread across my lips. This… this is what I needed.

The portal pulsed, the tentacles writing a final message in the notebook. Are you okay?

I nodded weakly, my voice hoarse but steady. “More than okay,” I whispered, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Thank you.” The portal pulsed once more, the tentacles retreating as it began to fade. I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth that still lingered in my belly, the reminders of what had just happened. Until next time, I thought, my heart already racing at the thought of what might come. The portal vanished, leaving me alone in the dim light of my dorm room, my body sated but already craving more.

As the portal's presence faded completely, I lay there on my bed, my body still tingling with the residual sensations of the encounter. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of the cool air against it sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the cum slowly leaking out of me, a reminder of the intense pleasure I had just experienced. I reached down, my fingers gently probing my swollen, tender flesh, feeling the warmth and wetness that still lingered there. It was filthy, debauched, and utterly divine.

I couldn't help but smile as I thought about what had just happened. The portal had been everything I had hoped for and more. It had pushed me to my limits, taken me to heights of pleasure I had never imagined, and left me completely and utterly satisfied. I felt a deep sense of gratitude towards it, and a growing anticipation for what might come next.

But for now, I was content to lie there, basking in the afterglow. My body felt heavy and languid, every muscle relaxed and limp. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, savoring the memory of the tentacles' touch, their firm grip, their relentless thrusting. It had been an experience unlike any other, and I knew I would never forget it.

As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of the portal, its writhing tentacles, and the intense pleasure they had brought me.

~~~~~

The next evening, I sat on the edge of my bed, nervously drumming my fingers against my thigh. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation, fluttering in my chest like a caged bird. Tonight’s the night, I thought, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. The portal had agreed to a date—a real, honest-to-god date. The kind of date that involved leaving the dorm, and not just staying in for another round of mind-melting tentacle sex. Not that I minded that, of course. But this felt… different. Special. Intimate.

The air in the room shifted, the faint hum of energy signaling the portal’s arrival. I watched, transfixed, as it materialized, its writhing tentacles shimmering with an otherworldly glow. One of them held a single piece of seaweed, which it presented to me with an almost bashful flourish. The gesture was so absurdly sweet that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is this… for me?” I asked, my voice soft, almost breathless. The portal’s tentacles moved in what I could only interpret as a nod. I took the seaweed, holding it delicately in my hands. It was damp, cool, and oddly fragrant, like the ocean on a summer’s day. “Thank you. It’s… um, lovely,” I said, my cheeks warming. I felt a little silly, but also touched. It was the first time anyone—or anything—had ever given me a gift like this. I tucked the seaweed into my bag, deciding I’d press it later as a keepsake.

We stepped out into the cool night air, the portal hovering beside me as we made our way to the seafood restaurant I’d chosen. It wasn’t fancy—just a little beachside spot with twinkling lights strung up on the patio—but it felt right. The walk there was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. The portal’s presence was calming, its energy brushing against me like a warm breeze. I glanced at it occasionally, marveling at how it seemed to glide effortlessly through the air, its tentacles moving with a fluid grace that was almost hypnotic.

The waiter eyed the portal with a mix of curiosity and mild terror, but he led us to a table without comment. I couldn’t blame him; it wasn’t every day you saw a glowing, tentacled being in a seafood restaurant. I suppressed a laugh as the portal settled into the seat across from me, its tentacles draping over the sides of the chair. It looked almost comically out of place, but somehow, it worked.

I ordered a plate of raw oysters and a glass of white wine, while the portal pointed its tentacle at the calamari on the menu. I raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across my face.

“Cannibalism?” I teased, my tone light and teasing. The portal paused, then wrote in the notebook it had brought along for our conversation.

These squid are non-sentient. They do not share genetic material with me.

I burst out laughing, the sound soft and genuine. “I was just making a joke, silly,” I said, shaking my head. The portal emitted a low hum, vibrating through the air in a way that felt almost like a chuckle. Was it… laughing with me? The idea made my chest warm with something I couldn’t quite name.

The food arrived, and we ate in comfortable silence—or as close to silence as you can get with a tentacled being slurping down raw squid. I watched, fascinated, as the portal’s tentacles moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic. Each movement was deliberate, precise, and oddly beautiful. It was strange, surreal even, but there was something endearing about the whole thing. I found myself smiling as I sipped my wine, the crisp, tangy flavor mingling with the briny taste of the oysters.

After dinner, we walked along the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the night. The portal hovered beside me, its tentacles occasionally brushing against my arm in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I welcomed the contact, savoring the electric warmth that radiated from its touch. The air was cool, but I felt warm inside, as though the portal’s presence was a blanket wrapping around me.

I pointed up at the sky, the stars twinkling like scattered jewels. “That’s Orion,” I said, tracing the constellation with my finger. “And over there, that’s Ursa Major. The Big Dipper.” The portal tilted slightly, its tentacles moving in a way that suggested it was following my gaze. Then, one of its tentacles extended, pointing to a bright star in the distance.

Inkadia, it wrote in its notebook. My birthplace.

I stared at the star, feeling a strange sense of awe. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. The portal hummed softly, a sound that felt almost like agreement. We stood there for a while, just gazing at the stars, the cool night air wrapping around us. It was peaceful, serene, and I felt a deep connection to the portal in that moment—a connection that went beyond the physical. I reached out, letting my fingers brush against one of its tentacles. It pulsed gently in response, and I smiled.

“Thank you for tonight,” I said softly. The portal’s tentacles writhed gently, and it wrote back.

Thank you for sharing your world with me.

My heart swelled, and I felt a lump form in my throat. This was more than just a date—it was a bridge between our worlds, a moment of understanding and connection. I leaned against the portal, feeling its warmth and energy enveloping me. For the first time in a long time, I felt… whole.

But beneath the surface, something else was building—a tension that crackled like electricity in the air. The portal’s tentacles brushed against my hand, and I felt a spark shoot through me, igniting something deep inside. My breath hitched, and I glanced up at it, my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you...?" I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper, the words hanging in the air like a question neither of us had fully voiced.

The portal’s tentacles moved with a sudden urgency, its notebook flipping open, the pages rustling softly in the night air. The tip of one tentacle dipped into ink, and it began to write, the strokes deliberate and precise. The words appeared on the page, stark and undeniable.

I desire you.

The simplicity of the statement hit me like a wave, and I felt my knees go weak. Desire. The word echoed in my mind, sending a thrill through me that made my skin prickle with anticipation. I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, my body responding to the unspoken tension between us. "I desire you too," I admitted, my voice trembling, the confession spilling out before I could stop it. It wasn’t just words; it was the truth, raw and unfiltered.

The portal’s tentacles coiled around me, pulling me closer, their movements both possessive and tender. I could feel the intensity of its need, the way it seemed to pulse with energy, like a heartbeat that wasn’t quite human but resonated with something primal. Its touch was cool and slick, but it burned where it made contact, igniting a fire that spread through me with every brush of its tentacles.

We made it back to my dorm in record time, the walk a blur of tangled limbs and stolen glances. The portal barely gave me a chance to unlock the door before it was inside, its presence filling the small space with an otherworldly energy. Its tentacles were already exploring my body, their movements eager but controlled, as if it wanted to savor every inch of me. I gasped as one slipped under my shirt, its cool, slick surface sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck," I whispered, my hands grasping onto the portal’s tentacles for support, my body already arching into its touch.

The notebook floated in front of me, the portal writing quickly, its tentacle moving with an urgency that mirrored my own.

May I?

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps, my desire spilling over into a single, desperate word. "Yes. God, yes." The portal’s tentacles moved with purpose, their strength undeniable as they lifted me off the ground, carrying me to the bed with a gentleness that belied their power. I felt a rush of excitement as they began to undress me, their movements deft and deliberate, each piece of clothing disappearing like it had never been there at all. My shirt was gone in an instant, my bra following soon after, the cool air hitting my skin and making me shiver. But the portal’s tentacles were quick to wrap around me, their touch both soothing and electrifying, leaving me craving more.

One of its thick tentacles slid up my thigh, the tip brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasing me with just the barest hint of pressure. I moaned, my hips arching towards it, my body begging for more. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling with need, the word barely audible but laced with a desperation that I couldn’t hide. The portal didn’t need any further encouragement. Its tentacle slipped inside me, filling me completely, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way. I cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered, my body responding to its touch in ways I hadn’t known were possible.

But the portal wasn’t done. Another tentacle found its way to my mouth, sliding past my lips and down my throat, the intrusion both shocking and exhilarating. I gagged slightly, the sensation foreign but undeniably arousing, my body responding to the invasion with a heat that threatened to consume me. Every nerve ending was alight with ecstasy, the portal’s tentacles moving in a rhythm that was both relentless and perfect, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my voice muffled by the tentacle in my mouth, the words spilling out in a breathless rush. "Just like that. Don’t stop." The portal’s tentacles tightened around me, their movements becoming more urgent, more insistent, as if it could sense how close I was. I could feel myself losing control, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to shatter me.

Suddenly, a sharp smack landed on my ass, the unexpected sting of pain mixed with pleasure making me cry out around the tentacle in my mouth. The portal spanked me again, and again, each strike harder than the last, igniting a fire in me that I didn’t know I could feel. "Yes, more!" I managed to moan, my body writhing in its grip.

Another tentacle snaked up to my chest, wrapping around my sensitive nipple and pinching it hard. I gasped, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that made my mind go blank. The tentacle in my ass began to press against my tight hole, the tip teasing and probing until it slipped inside, stretching me wide. The dual invasion was overwhelming, the sensations too much but not enough all at once.

The tentacle in my throat pushed deeper, choking me slightly, cutting off my air just enough to make my head spin. I could feel the portal’s essence beginning to pulse inside me, the warmth spreading through my body like liquid fire. The tentacles binding me tightened, holding me completely helpless as they worked me over, each movement calculated to drive me wild.

"Fuck, you’re going to make me cum," I managed to choke out, the tentacle in my throat allowing me just enough air to speak. The portal’s response was immediate, the tentacles inside me moving faster, harder, pushing me to the brink. With a final, powerful thrust, I was there—shattering into a thousand pieces as the portal’s tentacles filled me with its essence, the sensation so intense that I thought I might drown in it.

The portal didn’t stop, its tentacles continuing to work my body even as I came, the pleasure so overwhelming that I could barely think. I was completely at its mercy, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, every muscle in my body limp and sated. The portal’s tentacles gently withdrew, their touch almost reverent as they left me feeling both empty and completely fulfilled. I looked up at it, a smile playing on my lips, my breath still coming in uneven gasps. "That was... incredible," I managed to say, my voice hoarse but filled with awe.

The portal hummed softly, its tentacles brushing against my skin in a way that felt almost affectionate, the sound vibrating through me like a caress. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around one of them, feeling the cool, slick surface beneath my touch. "Thank you," I whispered, the words barely audible but filled with gratitude. The portal’s tentacles coiled around me, pulling me closer, their warmth and presence almost overwhelming in its intensity.

As I lay there in its embrace, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. The portal wasn’t just a source of pleasure—it was something more. Something deeper. And as I drifted off to sleep, its tentacles still wrapped around me, I knew that this was just the beginning.