Tentacle Master (Book
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Published by Fantasy
Art by AngeroX
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Other literary hentai
books by Ari Ito:
Agency: The Arkadian Abomination
Agency: Nocturnal Nightmares
To fully enjoy Tentacle Master
you will want to read Masako's prior adventures in Book 1 first.
3: Innocence Lost
CHAPTER ONE: FEEDING
Masako took in a deep breath as Senji laid her backward onto the
Senji couldn’t believe his luck—earlier that afternoon the campus
supermodel had asked him over to her apartment. Given an opportunity
to bang Masako Sakura? It was like his wildest sex fantasy come true.
“I like you,” she had said gingerly after class. “I was
wondering if…” Senji recalled how she looked down, face flushed
with embarrassment, “…if you would be my first?”
He almost had to hold his jaw up to prevent it from falling through
the floor. This couldn’t have been real, but it was. Senji
had lost track of the number of times he had fantasized about
this—hell, he couldn’t even count the times he’d jerked off
while thinking about her. When he arrived at Masako’s apartment,
she was still in her school uniform and quietly let him in, motioning
for him to take off his shoes.
“Um, thanks for coming,” she muttered after he entered the
Senji had played this over in his head hundreds of times, but he
still found himself at a loss for words. “Yeah, s-sure.”
“Well…” Masako said, rubbing her hands together and leading him
to the kitchen, “...would you like a—”
Not letting her finish the sentence, Senji stepped forward and
embraced her from behind. His hands gripped Masako’s huge breasts.
He’d always dreamed of squeezing them, but never imagined that the
day would come when he could.
Masako yelped a little at the sudden advance, but she didn’t object
as he continued to fondle her luscious tits.
From behind Senji licked the side of her neck. Already he could feel
himself getting hard, and he could feel though Masako’s shirt that
her nipples were perking up. Best of all, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Masako turned to kiss him, and he reciprocated, moving one of his
hands down from her breast to her hip, and then between her legs.
Masako let out a short gasp as his fingers pressed against her pussy
through her skirt and panties.
Could the hottest girl in school possibly be this easy? Senji
wondered to himself.
Masako kissed him more intensely, taking his face in her hands while
he grabbed at her ass. The groping pair gravitated toward the nearby
table. Masako used one of her hands to feel about Senji’s crotch.
She smiled a little.
“You’re excited about this too, I guess? Am I your first too?”
Thinking under the assumption that his right hand didn’t count,
Senji breathlessly replied, “Yeah.”
As he enjoyed squeezing her ass, Masako unzipped his pants with a sly
grin, “Good.” She pulled his dick out of his boxers and began to
A wave of pleasure raced through Senji. Masako’s hands on his dick
felt really good, but not nearly as good as it would feel to
hammer himself inside her. This thought fixed in his mind and he
began to unbutton her shirt. Watching her giant tits jiggle didn’t
hurt the mood.
And so he laid her back onto the kitchen table while she pulled her
own skirt up and let her shirt lay open, fully exposing her gorgeous
tits for his enjoyment. The table was relatively low, and that put
her at perfect height for him to stand and fuck her as she lay upon
the wood. But first, the panties (which were white, just as he had
imagined) would have to go.
“Come on, do it!” Masako begged as Senji started to reach for the
waistline of her underwear.
If the lady demanded it, who was he to refuse? Senji told
himself. Taking hold of his cock and nuzzling it up to her pussy, he
pulled the panties aside with his other hand. Masako’s breathing
grew heavier as Senji inserted himself into her.
Masako grinned. All was going according to plan. It felt good as he
thrust himself into her, pulling back, and thrusting again. Sure, it
wasn’t as intense as when Master pleasured her, but that came as no
Senji watched as Masako’s whole body visibly shook with each
penetrating stroke. He took particular enjoyment at the sight of her
huge tits jiggling every time he drove himself into her.
The two of them pulled away from the edge of the table, separating
for a moment, and Masako turned onto her stomach. Senji took hold of
her hips and thrust into her again. He watched in satisfaction as her
back arched up.
“Oh Senji,” Masako moaned, “put it in my ass!”
Senji couldn’t believe what he was hearing but, with a lascivious
smile, he pulled back out and rammed himself into the girl’s ass.
Masako continued to moan all the same. Not losing a stroke, Masako
threw her shirt off completely and supported herself on her hands.
Senji tried to keep at it as he took off his own shirt, but it was
difficult to keep his dick in Masako’s asshole at the same time.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, he was already aching to cum,
while Masako was still going strong. Just then, Masako forced herself
up from the table and backed the two of them up against the nearest
wall, dislodging Senji from her luscious ass.
“More Senji—put it back in my pussy!”
He braced his upper back against the wall and spread his legs for
stability. Senji then took hold of Masako about the ribs, on either
side of her quivering breasts, and lifted her off the floor to rest
on his own waist and plunged his dick back into her pussy from
behind. As he sexually gorged himself on Masako’s perfect body,
Senji still had a hard time believing that he was really doing this.
Not only was he fucking the hottest girl in school but, at that very
moment, they were doing it like in his favorite porno. And, with that
thought, he cleaned the pipes right up into Masako’s pussy.
Suddenly Senji started to panic; he wasn’t wearing a condom, what
if she got pregnant?
As if in response, Masako moaned and challenged him, “Come on, is
that all you've got?”
Insulted, Senji bit his lip and decided to prove her wrong. He took
hold of the girl by her huge tits, which he could have sworn were
even larger than normal, and turned her around. He squeezed Masako,
tits-first, up against the wall. With one hand, he repositioned his
dick and then started fucking her up the ass again, while groping her
left boob. As Masako moaned in pleasure, Senji’s self-satisfaction
was interrupted when he realized that his hands were wet—the bitch
was actually lactating!
“Hey, what the hell is this?” he demanded, squeezing both of her
breast especially hard, causing them to spurt. “Are you pregnant or
“Oh Senji—oh! No, I’m just so very hungry…”
Confused, the boy arched his eyebrows. “You’re…what?”
Masako stifled another moan as a tendril sprouted out from her pussy
and curved backward between her legs.
Senji was totally unaware of the malignant appendage until it was far
too late. He shouted in pain as the bulbous head of the tendril
plunged up and into his ass, spewing its aphrodisiac solution into
him. He was too shocked for any initial response—how was he
being butt-fucked? Realizing what was happening, he pulled out as
fast as he could, and saw the heaving purple member extending from
Masako’s wet pussy. His first impulse was to shout in outrage and
disgust, but it was too late. The tentacle’s fluid was in his
system now and, even as the monstrous appendage retracted back into
Masako, he felt his mental faculties slipping. His body felt hot, and
he got harder than he had ever been. He needed sex, to fuck, to
violate, to ravage…anything. And Masako stood bare before
She had barely turned to face him when he sprang back into action,
forcing himself back between her legs and up inside her. Breathing
heavily, he fucked her so hard and so fast that her feet came up off
of the ground. Masako was now held up between his driving pelvis and
the wall. Without missing a stroke, he took hold of her right breast
in both hands and began forcibly sucking the fluid down, heedless of
what it was. All he wanted was to fuck and enjoy Masako’s perfect
Masako was out of her element. This was the first guy that she had
seduced, and it had been even easier than she had thought, but at the
same time, the aphrodisiac was affecting Senji so much more severely
than it had Miss Akino. Though she wasn’t in control, the sex felt
great. The penetration wasn’t nearly what Master’s tentacles
could provide her, but she wasn’t going to fight it—not that she
could even if she wanted to. For the moment, she was Senji’s
sex toy, trapped in his forceful embrace.
Right then, Senji threw her to the floor. Before she regained her
wits—or her breath—he was on her again. Like a crazed animal, he
lifted one of her legs for easier access, inserted himself yet again,
and fucked and fucked and fucked. There was absolutely no romance in
it now, but that suited both of them just fine. Even when he was of
sound mind, Senji had only wanted her body anyway, and Masako was
equally disinterested in romance as he rammed himself inside with
incredible force. As he continued to plow into her, she began to ooze
from her pussy. She was cumming now too.
As if aware of her satisfaction, the fucking briefly stopped, and
Senji repositioned himself. He bent down to examine her oozing pussy
and then started to tit-fuck her.
This was it. It was Master’s turn now, and though the abomination
had warned Masako that it would be painful, this had been worth it.
Senji started to lick Masako’s pussy, sending a few final ripples
of pleasure through her. Then, without warning, a tentacle surged out
from her vagina and shot down Senji’s throat. Once inside, it began
to pump digestive fluid into his body. Soon after, six more tendrils
erupted from her, taking hold of Senji all over and coiling around
him. Masako began moaning, in pain now, as her modified pelvis came
apart and widened dramatically, leaving a cavity the size of a large
watermelon between her legs. Masako fought the urge to scream in
agony now as the tentacles heaved their prey inside her. Even with
Senji’s skeletal structure being rapidly disintegrated, it was like
forcing an enormous sack of potatoes inside her. She heard gruesome
crunching noises as the tendrils compacted the now-mangled body and
brought their prize fully within Masako’s body with a lurch. As her
vagina finally reduced itself back to its original size, she lay on
the floor spread-eagle, her abdomen now grotesquely swollen.