It was once human. Now it really did n't screw what it was.
Its life as a human only lived on through a couple memories. virtually of its human life was forgotten. It mainly staged swamps and lakes though.
One of its last remembering of a human was being in a lab. pain in the neck. beingness tortured. That was when the rima oris appeared where his throat was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first back talk making a triangular gape filled with triangular dentition. His tongue long and free. It even remembered when his weaponry split heart-to-heart into three different process. The os receding to forge an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such infliction. His stage cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in water. Thin scales formed and its muscles became thick. Now it was able to turn away sword. Run through the woodwind like a moongoose on open route. gob and vote out. A telepathic power to see into the minds of its victim. As they die their whole life history flashes in its mind. The commencement to the creatures desensitized state of slaughter. Another signified it had developed was a horse sense of mental suggestion. Planting thoughts into its victims mind. It became a top predator.


It had been this way for years now. Since 1970. It had no cue what twelvemonth it was now however.
After its evasion it had been running and hunting ever since.
It was efficient. Dangerous, and rarely thought anymore. It had attacked many mankind. Killed few. Only in winter where the thirst took over.
In scag storms however it was free to go as far as it wanted for as long as it wanted. Following the system for as long as it could.
It had been in a swampland for the past week hunting Pisces here and there. Implanting thoughts to deer to drink from the pond then pulling them in to feed.
But when it felt the atmospheric static in the air and the overcast coming. It waited patiently near the airfoil. When the first raindrop rippled the water. It sprung out.
On the move again as fog rolled in fast.
It barely made a sound swiftly sprinting through the woodwind instrument. A wet squirrel in its track. A tentacle whipped out grabbing it and shoved it into its gapping maw.
Winters and trees and gathered acorns flashed through its head. Seconds it was gone.
razzing in nests anything it saw was eaten.
And the aliveness of that skirt flashed as soon as its tentacles touched the birds.

Kimberly was jogging like she usually did. eating away gray and trimmed white booty little made of spandex. A fun bra that made her cleavage bound. She was a mulatto female child with carmel skin and pink nails. Her hairsbreadth tussled in a ponytail and wearing white-hot sneakers.
She ran down this road everyday. She had seen the clouds in the distance but figured the rain would just pass them by.
She was a bit dismayed when the rainfall started to fall and thunder sounded.
But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could take refuge at.

It popped out of the treeline its optic darting around.
An old farm the paint long gone. A couple windows broken out. A scarecrow station outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the open barn.
To no avail however did it see animals to eat.
Not until it heard a deer bleating outside.
Its head racked around and in an instant the creature was out of the door.
The deer took a few steps forward surveying its surroundings when the wight tackled it to the terra firma. The deer did n't even get to whine in protest as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no time. It took sections of core at a metre. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney thorns came from its tentacles and ripped open the human body as the tentacles tightened around the bushed animal.
It fed for a couplet second before it sensed something else near.
It looked over seeing a woman.

Kim jogged up looming around as the rainwater intesnsified. She saw something laying on the ground over in the force field. But she honestly did n't manage to check the spot of stake. She could n't really see it and wanted to get out of the rain as soon as possible.
She got up to the farmhouse the lock already busted open.
Her and a few protagonist partied there a few times in the past.
She liked it except for the straw man that sat in the living room.
sot she danced in front man of it on a dare. Since then she variety of felt like it was staring at her though.
Even though she knew that was simply silly.
She walked in wringing out her whisker quick. The level had old stained rugs. The little furniture that was left was trashed ripped and stained.
Raindrops pelted the roof as a cast of thunder passed.
She looked over to see the strawman in the rocking chair. She smiled casually spitting on the putrefaction floor. She shook her chief before walking to the stairs where she could take in the storm from up stairs.

The creature saw a lot of frame. However even though it felt hunger. It also felt another feeling long forgotten.
It slithered through an open window.
It slowly approached the strawman. Putting a tendril to the spit a store flashed past its mind.
A memory of her saltation for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the scarecrow with a tilt to its head word. A potato hammock with two circular eyeholes ripped. A jackolatern backtalk sewn in black. An an old worn leather hat.

Kimberly was watching the storm happily when she heard flooring panel creaking downstairs.
With a tad of care she started down the stairs.

The wight watched at the soaking wet daughter slowly descend down the stairs. A forte crunch of the forest pressing together with each gradation.
Her eyes peering around unmindful to it.

Kimberly did n't see anyone yet when she got down the stairs.
She stopped herself from saying something, nervous.
She finally spoke up.
'' hi ? ``
The howl of the wind was the sole reponse, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
She looked to the strawman seeing it was soaked.

The beast sent its thoughts out to her.
'' Its nothing. ``

She scoffed at `` herself '' before saying.
'' It probably was wet before I came in. I dunno. ``
She turned around taking a footmark. She felt something under her invertebrate foot and looked down seeing the scarecrow hat at her metrical unit. She then felt a stiff child's play from the busted assailable window.

The beast watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her booty short with encompassing hips and narrow waist. Her stage long an thick. A tiny gap as the seem of the shortstop rode between her ass cheeks.
It swiftly unveiled a tentacle starting at her gap and firmly ride it up.
A overplus of retentiveness of sex when it was alive popped into its mind. And her retentivity of the act as well.
Throwing into her mind, `` whatever that was will kill me. ``

Kimberly popped up, fear pickings over. She spun around seeing the bird-scarer standing before her.
She took a undivided footstep back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her head racing with wide eyes.
'' Go to your genu. '' it croaked.
Her mitt were up wanting to tug it and run. But a central common sense of survival and concern of death she slowly went to her human knee, closing her eyes.
The creatures retentivity had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its appendage. Slick long and like a tentacle in itself. It took a step forward. She opened her back talk to scream something when it shoved its member into her mouth.
She garbled as he eyes shot open looking at the cock sliding into her rima oris. She tried to resist but the member kept getting deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
It used the crown of one of its tentacles to put insistence on the binding of her head.
She closed her eyes again trying to let out a scream her hands up in disgust. But its grip kept her head bobbing back and forth. Feeling her subdued wet mouth. Panicy little tongue moving about. Her back talk a buffer along its Phallus. The shaking from her mouth.
It groaned in a inscrutable gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its other carpus would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her book binding feel her stalls frame of soft flesh.
It stared down at the curved shape of her butt arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the curve of her crack slowly and firmly going down to her dent. Feeling her snatch under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. awe of how it was reaching her ass even though it was pedestal straight. Her eyes flicked up seeing the tentacles coming out of the sleeves.
'Oh my god ! It 's a fucking monster !'her mind screamed. It suddenly wasnt about the humilation and trespass. She knew she was in true trouble. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any sort of mental judgements she summited to it. She closed her eyes and began to imbibe on its member. Feeling its tentacle rubbing and writhing on her slit.
She felt her twat Begin to get hot. She began to move her hip around not really in control of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to displace. She however knew, her consistence was responding.
Which caused her to suck harder. She sucked and slurped grasping its member.
Another tentacle revealed itself and whapped her right ass cheek.
She felt the tentacle at her snatch slowly travel up and slew into her spandex shorts down her crack again. Then down her thigh wrapping around the spandex shorts. Tearing them from her supple body. Only leaving a white thong.
Wincing at the pain of the short being torn off of her she slid her paw back to moving the thong to the one of her ass cheeks.
Its first tentacle slowly touched her wet hot slit.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to enter her pussy as she gave out a moan.
The early tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to slue between her ass cheeks. spinal column and Forth River it slide before turning the tip of its tendril into her asshole.

Kimberly was already moaning on its putz from the tentacle wiggling in her pussy. She was never a Brobdingnagian fan of anal however its tentacle slide in swiftly with not as much pain as she imagined. Maybe it was the concern. Or the rising delight from her puss. Or a survival mentality making her feel less pain.
Whatever it was, the tentacle in her ass was feeling safe other then losing her breath a little.
The two tentacles began pumped on an alternating rhythem. Another tentacle came out slapping her ass again with a loud goodly smack.
Her optic began to bat back a bit her breathe being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A satisfied groan started from her when she felt the monstrosity shoot a onus into her rima oris. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. almost of it already draining down her throat.
Another consignment splattered her segmentation as it slowly slide between her tits.
The free tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this sentence pushing its talons to the Earth's surface and deplume the front end of the shirt clear. It retracted the talons that ran along the edges of its tentacles. Wrapping them under her arm lifting her up.
The tentacles pulled out from inside her bending her over the shotty old table.
It held her down her a moment tentacles seizing each body constituent and her head to the table.
Its incredibly huge tongue slid out from under the masquerade party shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her unfermented garden. Staring at her heavy butt. She moaned and twitched at the tongue in her. It wiggled its lingua around for a few seconds before pulling out.
It stood up freeing her from its grip.
It slid it member into her twat. Two of its tentacles sliding around her ribs and grasping her freed titty. The were ample and pressed again the table.
Another one going back into her asshole.
Another sliding up and into her mouth. The behemoth began to pound against her body tough. Another wrapping around her waistline. And the last one slithered around her leave behind thigh and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its appendages were busy exploring every lilliputian cleft of the poor girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. Her tit were corresponding baseball diamond. Her entirely consistence covered in pilomotor reflex. An climax rising fast. The tentacle wrapping around her waist pushed and pulled her body onto its member.

It kept ramming her having never felt anything like this. Her leg was so heavy and cushy. Her mouth felt stick. It had two tentacles wrapped around her breasts sliding them around them. Then it felt how hard her nipples were. Intriguing the tool it used the tips of its tendrils to jerk and fondle her difficult nipples.
The response was almost immediate. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her pussy and ass tightened up. Her snatch felt a lot more wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her mamilla. The parts that were wrapped around the breast poked her breast lightly. It could find how it effected her.
She started to rub her thighs together lifting one ft. Her second joint rubbed together pleasurably on the tentacle between them.
It began to lie with her faster and faster now feeling its own delight rising as she came again.
It suddenly pulled out, as she squirted. Alternating the extremity and tentacle. Her ass was so much tighter.

Kimberly had never felt such acute orgasm. Feeling pure delight from both kettle of fish she felt like she needed a minute.
The tentacle in her mouth pulled out as she gasped for air. Staring at the tentacle inches over her grimace with strewn saliva from her wet lips to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her pony buns. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her spinal column to curve popping out her gross boob. It pressed her sizeable ass boldness together around its pumping member.
She moaned louder and louder feeling another climax on the rise.
'' Ugh ! Ugh ! I'm-I- gon na -- c-c-cuuum ! '' she cried as she felt a hot thick load fill her ass. Her golf hole tightened again as she climaxed feeling moving ridge of pleasure flood her whole body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all lather now. Her shoulder heaving. Her legs shakiness. Her arms shook. Feeling in a state of bliss almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would require her next an unwished-for sound arose.
Or rather a lack thereof. The rain was letting up. It had been quite a few second since it had heard the last seism of thunder.
Without a second cerebration it sprinted through the open window slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to slump to the floor.

The creature still in the scarecrow outfit sprinted through thr forest. Moving into the tempest with candid eyes and ears.
rear to hunting.

After another 20 bit the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her trial by ordeal. She could barely walk even and her intellect was still dizzy.
She started walking back base with her skid her thong and a ripped open shirt.
She looked around seeing the dead torn apart deer. Her eyes widened thinking it being a good idea she did n't run. Otherwise she to would be laying in in this field.
She honestly felt like a survior. And she felt no actual shame in what she did either.


The creature was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The mask lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding contribution of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could have it all figured out, do you not ? '' *click*
The monster jumped truly startled for nothing ever approached it.
It spun around tendrils in the air and flaring with a gurgly bird under the mask. The afford dentition where the throat once was grinding covered and dripping with blood. Staring at the tall dilute placid man in a suit. A hat covering his center with an unnatural wide and precipitous smile with shark like teeth.
'' No pauperization for that. I have something to offer you. '' *click*