“ So, I was an upper rib cage connected to a heading at that moment. Um, well, normal humans would call me thing. Or teras. But I prefer. Cryptid in the human glossa of English. Has mysterious ring to it.

Also, I have no epithet you humanity can enunciate so I'll call option myself ... factor. Why not. Genes a simple yet strong figure among you humans.

Anyway, don't worry about your protagonist I'm fine. Slowly growing back after a few different species in law-breaking chopped me to bits thinking it would kill me. Almost worked. If I hadn't scrapped together adequate tissue and escaped before they BURNED the rest period. But that's in the yesteryear ! I'll simply consume them. No tonight is one of those little pen, business firm ? Pent, house ? alphabetic character ? Yeah one of those. It started after I chopped up and jumped off a roof with some tissue paper I managed to form cartilage supported spider stage. Landed on the ground and just jumped into the car that was next to me's open window.

Landed in a laundry basket. The car moved and of course us being must last out out of visual modality. Meaning they wouldn't follow. And I could stay safety as long as I stayed hidden. So of track I buried myself in the clothing. I had to see who the human was of course of action. After all, it's been a spell since I'd given any human being a right panic, or you know. savour their bleeding flesh. Happened to be a Latina miss. Maybe XX five, springiness or take a twelvemonth. She had broad pouty lips, gamey cheekbones and one cute and strong jaw wrinkle. And her stand ? I mean they were nearly popping out of her tank car top. Even in the endorse seat I could see them curve ahead. Anyway she brought me ‘ I'‘ E'the laundry handbasket inside and tossed me in a corner with a bunch of other floor laundry next to her bed. I found that a bit underbred actually. At to the lowest degree it smelled clean. After all I had been having a bit of a rough night. The day was fine. Got high with a bunch of nut. Ate one of them. Got more high because him. Great day. But the dark was not going my way. So angrily looking like some mix and lucifer of an 1980s zombie spirit and basket pillow slip, I began to regrow my teeth. I was very wild until I saw her ask off her black yoga pants. Throwing her pelvic arch side to side. The way they gripped her rose hip those thick thighs. Then they was she bent over giving me one big heart human body in the moon. I suddenly became focused on one goal. I slowly began to turn bits of os into cutting decoration. Cutting through to all but the last layer. She had to catch some Z's sometime ...

After her pants were gone and she lifted that black thong that snapped at her position with a full rhythm ass and those Caranx crysos thick thighs. She slipped on a pair of cotton pink and blank laced dirty money trunks. But I didn't expect her to not flow back on her bed. She walked towards her huge pile of clean dress after having throw her yoga pants into a surprisingly self-aggrandising stack of dirty clothes, and turned around ... and that's. When it got good."

Gene heart that went from a homicidal, shiny purpose to pure surprise. It seemed this human had accidentally set herself up on a silver phonograph recording in the monsters mind.

He tried to rupture back into stress until he watched the girls butt expanded as she began to diminish back, bending at the waist.

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

The girl inhaled deeply and began to stretch out with a large fulfill grin on her lips.

She gyrated in her reach becoming lost in her own little promised land while pressing and rubbing her rump directly against Genes face.

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

Feeling his intrude slide from between her scummy slit to her ass a little.

His oculus popped open hoping he didn't alarm system her.

But she seemed to moan a slight actually.

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

factor couldn't help himself as his mind began move ever so slightly.

Angela was lost in her own comfort and fantasy.

However was feeling move around on.

It almost felt like.

Something just touched her pussy.

She originally slid her handwriting down to feel if there was anything there.

Until she slid her fingers past her genitals.

With a slight gasp she made a reverse action pulling her mitt back slightly.

With a little more pressure.

She knew it was just her detergent bottle but rubbing her butt and lower one-half of her pussy rubbing against it as she was rubbing herself felt so honorable at the moment.

factor appendages slowly spreading, slowly ripping the one bed of cloth. Slowly exposing his jumbled fount and trunk to her thin underdrawers thighs and closely slit that rubbed over his facial expression.

Her moans began to louder, the olfactory perception of her juices began to diffuse his nose.

He sniffed deeply slowly shoving his fount into her crotch. Stopping when she stopped gyrating for a moment.

Angela's mind went through a myriad of affair 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 snatch again.

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

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

cistron face was buried trench between her ass and thigh. He almost couldn't help but rub her look and lightly lick at the creases of her mean bindings of her soft tone flesh.

Delicately catching the fabric of her swag shorts. slight split and rips.

They all began to connect into one kettle of fish as she gyrated.

So lost in her pleasure, completely unaware of her extra stimuli. She began to take slightly longed gasps inbeween her soft breaths. The hand cupping her depart breast slowly worked its way up her shoulder, her neck and through her hair.

She didn't even notice the beings flesh connect to the pulp of her crotch pressed around his face. His nose and case, slowly rubbing himself against her pussy back talk through a wet satin flip-flop, and her bout soft ass cheeks.

She finally had sufficiency of the dense work through the material. She lifted her pelvic girdle slightly, and slowly, slid her thong over the soft material body of her ample stern. Slowly lowering herself unknowingly back onto the dry near carcass of a cryptid monsters face.

The beast closed his eyes slowly opening his oral cavity feeling her flabby silky and slick prick meet his lips.

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

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

He knew it was pressing his luck, but his tongue slowly crept out. He tasted her wet pussy as her sheepcote hit the position of his tongue. He began to settle into his own reality as his tongue began to extend forward. The tip beginning to leaf. Her moan began to evolve until she gasped and snapped up. She gasped in repugnance and spun around.

"time lag ! Wait ! Wait ! Don't scream !"The brute growled in a deeply guttural voice.

Her eye widened in terror, staring. In shock not for certain how to react.

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

"Dying ! What the screw ! ? 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 nerve, as I said, I'm dying, and didn't expect to be in your hoop. But when you fell back with those beautiful thighs, and your gorgeous assail onion cigaret. I decided this would be the best way to go out. derive on. chip in this old cryptid one shoemaker's last joy before it dies cruelly and cold, and alone."

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

One was her fear and incertitude in a monsters words.

s. Her hotness and kink for danger and fear.

In a more shy and vulnerable voice,"and how do I love you're telling me the verity ? That you won't just eat me whole ?"She asked, slowly sliding one knee across the former, her upper thigh friction across the other. Biting a bingle 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 toothsomeness on my font. But I do plan to eat you."He replied with a mephistophelean smile, teeth like thick talons as a longsighted natural language wriggled out."But I think there is only one way to tell."He teased.

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

"To come over here and sit yourself back down. Let me taste you in full."

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

factor realized this girl had no cue of the transformative property of his species.

"Oh I'll get pleasance. seed here. cum get your backside. I promise you'll find out."

Her thinker ran through so many room this could go improper. But couldn't deny to herself, she was super excited. That she wanted to fuck this wight. Her folds were getting wetter with every counteractive thought process of danger.

She smiled curving a clap out of her case slowly moving forward with gentles sways of her pelvic girdle. Her fingers gliding up her second joint and tracing the slender bottom of her G-string. Standing over the being she slowly turned round pulling her tank off.

She waved her coxa to and fro slowly letting her lower half cut across the beings face.

The creature felt the flabby personnel of her flesh grazing his face with Thomas More insistence as his glossa went into her wet pussy.

She felt the sonant fat spit delve between her succulent folds. She felt it go a full four inches wriggling. She gasped once in pleasance until she felt the tongue go deeper, and deeper. in by inch it crept further as all the wriggling muscles of the tongue twitched and squirmed inside of her she took a longer gasp gripping random assorted clothing in her fists rotating her hip joint. She exhaled deeply as she took another gasp, the lingua 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 serpent.

She arched her back sitting fully on its expression for a bit supporting herself with her fully outstretched tensed up arms.

With rapid shoal breathing space her white meat jiggled as her clenched fist got tighter and she lifted her eubstance up in an volatile orgasm.

Utilizing the opportunity the affair turned itself upside down with spidery appendages to be nose commencement for her clit.

Then those same spindly legs morphed into minor octopus like tentacles. lilliputian mouths and jabbing needles for tongues, sprang out gripping her around her shapely thighs. Slipping around and between the crease of her wide articulatio coxae and thighs, pulling her back down.

She gasp throwing her pass into the air, her optic rolling back trying to muster up the words"oh my god"but couldn't get past the start 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 glossa was going almost fully in and out of her feeling the tentacles slowly slither up her torso.

One going directly up her spine went under her variation bra wrapping around it pulling as it. She gave a sharp inhale at the force of the tug but it only seemed to excite her Thomas More. The tentacle was engaged rubbing against the bra. All of the belittled mouthes biting and tearing at the fibers until it snapped forward and off her chest.

She gave a intimation of surprise, her chest tactile sensation free.

The tentacles worked their way up her slim frame working themselves around her curvaceous moulding of her bosom. Until a distich found their way up the centers.

Ones top slowly wrapped around the woman's right deeper toned chirpy mamilla. The mouths on the gently moving tentacle stabbed her firmly nipple with their sharp tint tongues.

Her breathes began to stabilize as his tongue slowed down but still pumping rhythmically. The other substance tentacle slithered and creeped over her other teat. Each backtalk taking a minute to nip and bite at it as the tentacle moved past.

Her breathing space climbed higher and higher again.

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

She gave a defensive oink of excitement as she leaned forward, cubital joint and knees on the floor. The barely a trunk was wrapped around her buried nerve oceanic abyss in her pussy and thighs.

gene felt it time to pleasure himself now. With a good deal of his collected tissue and pulling back a few tentacles. He formed a phallus shaped tentacle while making a few spider like legs that clung her her house yet fleshy hang over hips.

His knife went in punishing again. Continuing in a loyal succession. The phallic tentacle scoring from under the gored remains of its rib cage, swiftly glided between her ass brass. The long pecker sliding up and down her sozzled hole.

"Come on, you fucking monster. Waiting for my license ? screwing that little asshole like the real behemoth you are !"She taunted.

She felt the affair growl on her pussy. Felt it's growl reverberate all the way through it's tongue.

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

She felt the hanker shaft lantern slide back until she felt the big meaty tip occlusion like the point of a hammer at her taut 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 middle popped loose with a light but sharp gasp, as the head got half way through. It pushed further as a pained meet groan escaped her lips while it pushed through her. She felt nailed into the floor between this tongue launching inside her and this new fat Phallus burying itself deep into her asshole. Her eye rolling back trying to say anything feeling the two penetrating effect rub against each early interior of her speedster by exclusively layers of flesh.

pulling in and out as her hale trunk was shaking.

The arousal from her nipples riveting into her joy, her entirely body tensed up.

She didn't even notice a. Second phallic tentacle sliding between her piano cleavage tightly pressed against the floor, and rubbing against her pouty lips.

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

She gave sudden and flash outbursts of moans trying to control her cumming. Her mouth spread and flyer in the cushion. That's when the second priapic tentacle from between her titty moved into her mouth.

She seemed surprised at first until she felt the slick feeling a hanker spit and a hard cock in her pussy and ass.

She fell face first back into the floor, sucking on the member while stroking it with her off hired man.

Her hips moved as she was penetrated deeply. Busy in the figurehead with a farseeing tentacle going thick into her throat.

The creature groaned. He felt his teeth graze the balmy folds of her incision lips. His cocks pulsing, begging for expiration. To explode inside of her holes.

It wanted to hold on but then he felt a pressure level build up around his tongue. Him a flash he slid his whole tongue out which was followed by her groaning harshly with his duck halfway down her throat. Followed by her pussy gushing over his open mouth and face.

The monster gasped and roared as he came, one genus Phallus exploding deep in her asshole, pushing her limits just a little bit more by going a bit deeply as a s spray of cum was released into her ass. Matched by the other phallus unleashing a river of cum down her throat. She eagerly swallowed as her impertinence went red.

She collapsed on the floor panting and heaving.

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

When she woke the thing was gone.

But she knew it wasn't a dream.

"So anyway that's my story ! I had some early fun that week as a barely part upper body with no arms. After I grew everything back I did travel to her again though. Mmm. The matter I did to her then. The disturbance I had her making. Like making music. Anyway. This is just this cryptids story. yell me factor. ”