“ So, I was an amphetamine rib Cage connected to a head at that consequence. Um, well, normal humans would bid me matter. Or behemoth. But I prefer. Cryptid in the human tongue of English language. Has mysterious ring to it.

Also, I have no name you humans can pronounce so I'll cry myself ... cistron. Why not. Genes a simple yet strong name among you humans.

Anyway, don't worry about your supporter I'm fine. Slowly growing back after a few different metal money in offense chopped me to bits thinking it would kill me. Almost worked. If I hadn't scrapped together enough tissue and escaped before they BURNED the rest. But that's in the past ! I'll simply take them. No tonight is one of those petty pen, firm ? Pent, house ? letters ? Yeah one of those. It started after I chopped up and jumped off a roof with some tissue I managed to make cartilage supported spider legs. Landed on the ground and just jumped into the car that was next to me's open window.

Landed in a laundry basketball hoop. The car moved and of course us being must detain out of sight. Meaning they wouldn't follow. And I could persist secure as long as I stayed hidden. So of course I buried myself in the clothing. I had to see who the human was of course. After all, it's been a piece since I'd given any human a proper scare, or you know. smack their hemorrhage flesh. Happened to be a Latina girl. Maybe twenty five, give or take a year. She had full pouty lips, high cheekbones and one cute and potent jaw melodic line. And her rack ? I mean they were nearly popping out of her tank top. Even in the rearward seat I could see them curve ahead. Anyway she brought me ‘ I'‘ E'the wash basket inside and tossed me in a street corner with a bunch of former floor wash adjacent to her bed. I found that a bit rude actually. At least it smelled cleanse. After all I had been having a bit of a rough night. The day was amercement. Got high with a bunch of addicts. Ate one of them. Got more high because him. Great day. But the Nox was not going my way. So angrily looking like some mix and match of an eighties zombie and basket case, I began to regrow my teeth. I was very angry until I saw her shoot off her black yoga drawers. Throwing her hip joint side to side. The way they gripped her hips those thick thighs. Then they was she bent over giving me one big heart shape in the moon. I suddenly became focused on one goal. I slowly began to turn routine of bone into cutting ornaments. Cutting through to all but the last layer. She had to sleep sometime ...

After her bloomers were gone and she lifted that lightlessness G-string that snapped at her sides with a full bout ass and those runners thick thighs. She slipped on a duo of cotton wool pink and white laced booty shorts. But I didn't expect her to not fall back on her bed. She walked towards her Brobdingnagian quite a little of light apparel after having shake off her yoga trouser into a surprisingly braggy stack of dirty wearing apparel, and turned around ... and that's. When it got good."

gene eye that went from a murderous, sheeny aim to pure surprise. It seemed this homo had accidentally set herself up on a silver disc in the giant mind.

He tried to snap back into focus until he watched the daughter butt expanded as she began to fall back, bending at the waist.

The way her shorts stretched. Before Gene could take it all in his vision went darkness and he could palpate her ample ass in his face. He knew he couldn't do anything yet. Not until she was asleep and he could strickle her dazed and confused. In his state that's all he truly could do.

The young lady inhaled deeply and began to stretch out with a with child fulfil smile on her lips.

She gyrated in her stretchability becoming lost in her own little heaven while pressing and rubbing her goat directly against Genes face.

Gene fought every instinct he had, but couldn't resist nodding his headland up once.

Feeling his horn in slide from between her humiliated dent to her ass a little.

His middle popped open hoping he didn't alarm her.

But she seemed to moan a piffling actually.

It didn't seem she noticed him however she did begin to slowly gyrate more.

Gene couldn't helper himself as his head began move ever so slightly.

Angela was lost in her own comfort and fantasy.

However was feeling turned on.

It almost felt like.

Something just touched her pussy.

She originally slid her hand down to sense if there was anything there.

Until she slid her finger's breadth past her privates.

With a little gasp she made a reverse natural action pulling her hired man back slightly.

With a little more pressure.

She knew it was just her detersive bottle but rubbing her butt and down in the mouth half of her pussy rubbing against it as she was rubbing herself felt so good at the moment.

Genes appendages slowly spread, slowly ripping the one layer of fabric. Slowly exposing his mix up face and trunk to her slenderize shorts thighs and nasty cunt that rubbed over his font.

Her moan began to louder, the smell of her juices began to permeate his nose.

He sniffed deeply slowly shoving his face into her genital organ. Stopping when she stopped gyrating for a moment.

Angela's mind went through a myriad of things at that moment.

But quickly settled on her clothes shifting, and she just moved onto the plastic container of detergent.

She relaxed herself back down beginning to stroke her wet dent again.

Almost exactly where she left off her breathing rapidly became short circuit and cut again. Two fingers rubbing circularly at the top of her pussy.

She rubbed against what she believed was a plastic container, thinking at the moment ; it's just moving because it's in an odd position.

cistron face was buried deep between her ass and thighs. He almost couldn't supporter but rub her face and lightly lick at the creases of her slopped binding of her soft tint flesh.

Delicately catching the fabric of her booty trunks. rebuff tear and rips.

They all began to link into one pickle as she gyrated.

So lost in her pleasure, completely incognizant of her duplicate stimulus. She began to take slightly longed pant inbeween her soft intimation. The hand cupping her get out white meat slowly worked its way up her berm, her neck and through her hair.

She didn't even notice the being flesh connect to the figure of her genital organ pressed around his face. His nozzle and face, slowly rubbing himself against her kitty-cat lips through a wet satin thong, and her round soft ass cheeks.

She finally had sufficiency of the slowly work through the material. She lifted her rosehip slightly, and slowly, slid her thong over the soft flesh of her ample backside. Slowly lowering herself unknowingly back onto the dry near carcass of a cryptid lusus naturae face.

The tool closed his oculus slowly opening his oral fissure feeling her gentle silky and slick slit touch his lips.

Knowing an injury like this he could actually die, the being decided at that moment that he wouldn't try and eat this girl. Just try and enjoying her for as long as possible.

Her moans grew louder and her gyrating began to increase again.

He knew it was pressing his fortune, but his spit slowly crept out. He tasted her wet pussy as her folds hit the sides of his clapper. He began to light into his own world as his knife began to extend forward. The tip beginning to flick. Her moans began to germinate until she gasped and snapped up. She gasped in horror and spun around.

"Wait ! waiting ! Wait ! Don't scream !"The creature growled in a deeply guttural voice.

Her center widened in panic, staring. In stupor not sure how to react.

"Listen, I don't always look like this. It is very potential I could be dying-"

"Dying ! What the nookie ! ? How are you not ? How ? ! What the fuck are you ? !"She muttered out in confusion.

"Listen. There are things in this world you can't understand. I happen to be one. But beside that. Just breath. I won't hurt you."

"You ? You won't ?"She asked hesitantly.

"No, listen here tasty cheeks, as I said, I'm demise, and didn't expect to be in your basket. But when you fell back with those beautiful thighs, and your gorgeous round onion hind end. I decided this would be the honorable way to go out. come on. impart this old cryptid one last joy before it dies cruelly and common cold, and alone."

Her head was running through equations none of which made sense but came down to two feelings.

One was her fearfulness and doubtfulness in a monsters words.

instant. Her hot pants and kink for risk and fear.

In a more shy and vulnerable voice,"and how do I know you're telling me the verity ? That you won't just eat me altogether ?"She asked, slowly sliding one human knee across the other, her upper thigh friction across the other. Biting a undivided nail, her pouty lips hugging her teeth firmly exposing her whites just barely.

"If I wanted to do that, I would've done it when you first laid that deliciousness on my face. But I do plan to eat you."He replied with a devilish smile, dentition like thick talons as a retentive tongue wriggled out."But I think there is only one way to tell."He teased.

"Oh ?"She said innocently,"and how is that Mr cryptid ?"

"To make out over here and sit yourself back down. Let me savour you in full."

"fountainhead, how will you be pleasured, don't exactly ... fare prepared."She asked the skeptic of her mind coming into play.

gene realized this girl had no clue of the transformative holding of his species.

"Oh I'll get pleasure. Come here. Come get your seat. I promise you'll find out."

Her mind ran through so many ways this could go wrong. But couldn't deny to herself, she was super excited. That she wanted to have it off this animal. Her folds were getting wetter with every counteractive cerebration of danger.

She smiled curving a flush out of her face slowly moving forward with gentles sways of her coxa. Her finger gliding up her thigh and tracing the thin bottom of her G-string. Standing over the being she slowly turned round pulling her tank off.

She waved her hips to and fro slowly letting her let down one-half hatch the beingness face.

The creature felt the diffused power of her flesh graze his grimace with Thomas More pressure as his tongue went into her wet pussy.

She felt the soft fat tongue delve between her succulent bend. She felt it go a total four inches wriggling. She gasped once in pleasure until she felt the tongue go deeper, and deep. Inch by inch it crept further as all the wriggling muscles of the tongue twitched and squirmed inside of her she took a longer pant gripping random assorted wear in her fists rotating her hips. She exhaled deeply as she took another gasp, the tongue felt as if it was as far as it could comfortably go. It was collapsing in on itself inside of her. The folded up end of the tongue slithering around itself like a balled up snake.

She arched her back sitting fully on its grimace for a here and now supporting herself with her fully outstretched tensed up arms.

With rapid shallow breaths her breasts jiggled as her fist got blotto and she lifted her body up in an explosive orgasm.

Utilizing the opportunity the thing turned itself upside down with spiderly outgrowth to be horn in offset for her clit.

Then those same spindly legs morphed into belittled octopus like tentacles. Tiny mouths and jabbing needle for tongue, sprang out gripping her around her shapely thighs. Slipping around and between the crease of her wide hips and thigh, pulling her back down.

She gasp throwing her head into the air, her eyes rolling back trying to muster the intelligence"oh my god"but couldn't get past the low gear couple of syllables. Skipping the middle she skipped into"gah, gah, gahhhh .... duh ! Uugh ! Ugh ! Fff-uu-ckk"

Her hips twitched trying to gyrate as this clapper was going almost fully in and out of her feeling the tentacles slowly slither up her body.

One going directly up her vertebral column went under her sports bra wrapping around it pulling as it. She gave a crisp inhale at the force of the tug but it only seemed to charge her to a greater extent. The tentacle was officious rubbing against the bra. All of the little mouthes biting and tearing at the character until it snapped forward and off her chest.

She gave a breath of surprise, her chest feeling free.

The tentacles worked their way up her slim down frame working themselves around her curvaceous boundary line of her white meat. Until a couple found their way up the centers.

Ones top slowly wrapped around the charwoman's right deeper toned buoyant pap. The mouths on the gently moving tentacle stabbed her hard pap with their abrupt shade tongues.

Her breathes began to stabilize as his tongue slowed down but still pumping rhythmically. The former snapper tentacle slithered and creeped over her other teat. Each mouth taking a moment to nip and burn at it as the tentacle moved past.

Her breaths climbed higher and higher again.

She could feel the delight rising in her. Her breathes more cumber as the pressure of her next orgasm built.

She gave a defensive grunt of excitement as she leaned forward, elbows and genu on the floor. The barely a trunk was wrapped around her buried typeface trench in her pussy and thighs.

Gene felt it prison term to pleasure himself now. With a great deal of his collected tissue paper and pulling back a few tentacles. He formed a phallus shaped tentacle while making a few spider like wooden leg that clung her her firm yet fleshy bent over hips.

His tongue went in hard again. Continuing in a immobile chronological succession. The phallic tentacle scoring from under the gored stiff of its rib cage, swiftly glided between her ass cheeks. The yearn irradiation sliding up and down her tight hole.

"seed on, you fucking monster. Waiting for my license ? shtup that little asshole like the real number monster you are !"She taunted.

She felt the matter growl on her pussycat. Felt it's rumble reverberate all the way through it's tongue.

She moved her hands back spread her ass cheeked putting her face into the wooden floor.

She felt the long shaft glide back until she felt the big meaty tip layover like the head of a hammer at her mean little hole.

She knew this was going to hurt.

The way the pressure felt, the way it was squirming at it.

She really hoped it did hurt.

She wanted it too.

Her heart popped open with a light up but needlelike gasp, as the caput got half way through. It pushed further as a pained fill moans escaped her lips while it pushed through her. She felt nailed into the trading floor between this tongue launching inside her and this new fat phallus burying itself oceanic abyss into her bunghole. Her eyes rolling back trying to say anything feeling the two penetrating military group rub against each early inside of her speedster by solitary layers of flesh.

Pulling in and out as her completely body was shaking.

The stimulation from her mamilla riveting into her pleasure, her whole body tensed up.

She didn't even notice a. indorsement phallic tentacle sliding between her soft cleavage tightly pressed against the base, and rubbing against her pouty lips.

She body convulsed once violently as she grasped at the floor. Her fingernails clawing at the wooden floor as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

She gave sudden and loud outbursts of moan trying to see her cumming. Her backtalk open and broadsheet in the shock. That's when the back phallic tentacle from between her breasts moved into her mouth.

She seemed storm at first until she felt the slick feeling a foresighted natural language and a intemperate stopcock in her pussy and ass.

She fell grimace first back into the flooring, sucking on the member while stroking it with her off mitt.

Her hips moved as she was penetrated deeply. occupy in the front with a long tentacle going cryptical into her throat.

The creature groaned. He felt his teeth graze the indulgent folds of her cunt sass. His cocks pulsing, begging for release. To explode inside of her holes.

It wanted to admit on but then he felt a atmospheric pressure establish up around his knife. Him a flash he slid his whole clapper out which was followed by her groaning harshly with his duck halfway down her throat. Followed by her pussy gushing over his assailable mouth and face.

The monster gasped and roared as he came, one phallus exploding deep in her asshole, pushing her limits just a piddling bit more by going a bit recondite as a second spray of cum was released into her ass. Matched by the early phallus unleashing a river of cum down her pharynx. She eagerly swallowed as her cheeks went red.

She collapsed on the floor heaving and heaving.

The last thing she remembered was passing out on the floor.

When she woke the matter was gone.

But she knew it wasn't a dream.

"So anyway that's my story ! I had some early fun that workweek as a barely function upper body with no arms. After I grew everything back I did bring down her again though. Mmm. The things I did to her then. The stochasticity I had her making. Like making music. Anyway. This is just this cryptids story. Call me Gene. ”