He had to hurry.
His footsteps echoed down the street. Had he escaped it? Well... it certainly seemed so. He leaned against a brick wall, a sigh of relief escaping him. Though not completely comfortable, he slowed down to a brisk walk, although often he found himself looking over his shoulder, and shuddering. Finally he reached his own front door. He gave a small chuckle of triumph, digging for his keys in his pocket, before finally able to enter his own home.
He flopped down on his couch, still breathing heavily. He leaned his head down, closing his eyes, feeling a light bead of sweat drip down his forehead.
Then he felt it again.
He recoiled, but instead it forced itself around his neck, not quite tightly enough to choke him, just soaking his skin again in that wet, rubbery liquid. He tried to yell out, but the foreign limb went just a little tighter against his skin in a threat.
He was still panting from the running, and though he hated to admit it, the little tentacles were indeed cooling him off. They slipped through his jeans first, ripping them and destroying them completely, before going upward and doing the same with his shirt. He felt a few softer tentacles wrap themselves around his wrist, before gliding themselves smoothly into his hands, and his fingers reflexively gripped them. The beast seemed to shudder with anticipation. The man, despite himself, smirked a little.
The tentacles went toward his head, massaging his scalp, while others traveled down his spine, tickling and massaging each individual bone. They touched and prodded at his nipples, before abruptly sticking a sucker on each. He gasped, trying with difficulty to withhold his moans.
