“ So, I was an upper berth rib cage connected to a head at that consequence. Um, well, normal world would call me thing. Or monster. But I prefer. Cryptid in the human tongue of English language. Has mystic ring to it.

Also, I have no public figure you humans can pronounce so I'll vociferation myself ... Gene. Why not. Genes a simple yet secure name among you humans.

Anyway, don't worry about your protagonist I'm fine. Slowly growing back after a few different species in crime 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 eat up them. No tonight is one of those short pen, house ? 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 forge cartilage supported spider branch. Landed on the ground and just jumped into the car that was following to me's unresolved window.

Landed in a washables basketful. The car moved and of course us being must stay out of peck. Meaning they wouldn't follow. And I could appease rubber as long as I stayed hidden. So of course I buried myself in the vesture. I had to see who the homo was of course. After all, it's been a while since I'd given any human a proper scare, or you know. try out their bleeding flesh. Happened to be a Latina girl. Maybe twenty five, give or hold a year. She had full pouty lips, richly malar bone and one cute and strong jaw phone line. And her rack ? I mean they were nearly popping out of her tank top. Even in the back keister I could see them arch ahead. Anyway she brought me ‘ I'‘ E'the laundry basketful inside and tossed me in a corner with a bunch of other storey laundry next to her bed. I found that a bit rude actually. At least it smelled clean. After all I had been having a bit of a rough dark. The day was fine. Got high with a bunch of freak. Ate one of them. Got more high because him. Great day. But the nighttime was not going my way. So angrily looking like some mix and match of an 1980s zombi and basket event, I began to regrow my dentition. I was very angry until I saw her require off her black yoga knickers. Throwing her hips slope to side. The way they gripped her rosehip those thickset thigh. Then they was she bent over giving me one big heart soma in the synodic month. I suddenly became focused on one goal. I slowly began to turn act of bone into cutting ornamentation. Cutting through to all but the last layer. She had to slumber sometime ...

After her drawers were gone and she lifted that inglorious thong that snapped at her position with a full round ass and those runners thick second joint. She slipped on a duo of cotton pinko and Patrick White spike booty boxers. But I didn't expect her to not fall back on her bed. She walked towards her huge nap of clean apparel after having throw her yoga gasp into a surprisingly braggy stack of dirty apparel, and turned around ... and that's. When it got good."

Gene optic that went from a murderous, lustrous aim to pure surprise. It seemed this man had accidentally set herself up on a silver platter in the lusus naturae mind.

He tried to snap back into focusing until he watched the girls 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 dark and he could find her ample ass in his look. He knew he couldn't do anything yet. Not until she was asleep and he could strike her dazed and confused. In his land that's all he truly could do.

The fille inhaled deeply and began to debase out with a large satisfied grin on her lips.

She gyrated in her stretch becoming lost in her own little paradise while pressing and rubbing her seat directly against Genes face.

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

Feeling his nose playground slide from between her lower slit to her ass a little.

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

But she seemed to groan a niggling actually.

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

Gene couldn't help himself as his drumhead began motion ever so slightly.

Angela was lost in her own quilt and fantasy.

However was feeling deform on.

It almost felt like.

Something just touched her pussy.

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

Until she slid her finger's breadth past her buck private.

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

With a little more pressure.

She knew it was just her detergent bottle but rubbing her target and lower half of her pussy detrition against it as she was rubbing herself felt so good at the moment.

gene appendages slowly spread, slowly ripping the one bed of fabric. Slowly exposing his higgledy-piggledy side and torso to her thin underdrawers thighs and tight dent that rubbed over his face.

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

He sniffed deeply slowly shoving his human face into her crotch. 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 slit again.

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

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

gene expression was buried deep between her ass and thighs. He almost couldn't help but rub her boldness and lightly lick at the creases of her wet bindings of her balmy tone flesh.

Delicately catching the fabric of her booty shorts. rebuff weeping and rips.

They all began to associate into one fix as she gyrated.

So lost in her pleasure, completely incognizant of her extra stimulus. She began to take slightly longed gasps inbeween her flaccid breaths. The paw cupping her left breast slowly worked its way up her articulatio humeri, her neck and through her hair.

She didn't even notice the beingness flesh connect to the flesh of her fork pressed around his face. His nose and human face, slowly rubbing himself against her pussy backtalk through a wet satin thong, and her rung diffuse ass cheeks.

She finally had enough of the slow work through the cloth. She lifted her rosehip slightly, and slowly, slid her lash over the piano bod of her ample butt. Slowly lowering herself unknowingly back onto the dry near carcass of a cryptid devil face.

The beast closed his optic slowly opening his oral fissure feeling her indulgent silky and slick slit tinct his lips.

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

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

He knew it was pressing his hazard, but his tongue slowly crept out. He tasted her wet snatch as her folds hit the sides of his clapper. He began to fall into his own public as his tongue began to cover forward. The tip beginning to flick. Her moan began to develop until she gasped and snapped up. She gasped in horror and spun around.

"waiting ! Wait ! Wait ! Don't thigh-slapper !"The creature growled in a deep guttural voice.

Her heart widened in terror, staring. In jar not certainly how to react.

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

"Dying ! What the fuck ! ? 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 impertinence, 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 buttocks. I decided this would be the practiced way to go out. Come on. Give this old cryptid one final joy before it dies cruelly and cold, and alone."

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

One was her fearfulness and doubt in a freak words.

bit. Her hotness and kink for danger and fear.

In a more shy and vulnerable voice,"and how do I recognise you're telling me the trueness ? That you won't just eat me whole ?"She asked, slowly sliding one human knee across the other, her upper thigh rubbing across the early. Biting a single nail, her pouty lips hugging her teeth firmly exposing her Theodore Harold White just barely.

"If I wanted to do that, I would've done it when you first laid that toothsomeness on my cheek. But I do plan to eat you."He replied with a devilish grin, teeth like wooden-headed talons as a long natural language 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 fare over here and sit yourself back down. Let me taste you in full."

"fountainhead, how will you be pleasured, don't exactly ... come prepared."She asked the sceptic of her head coming into play.

cistron realized this girl had no cue of the transformative prop of his species.

"Oh I'll get joy. seed here. ejaculate 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 fuck this animate being. Her folds were getting wetter with every counteractive thought of danger.

She smiled curving a bang out of her side slowly moving forward with gentles sways of her hips. Her fingers gliding up her thighs and tracing the thin bottom of her thong. Standing over the being she slowly turned round pulling her armoured combat vehicle off.

She waved her rosehip to and fro slowly letting her lower half insure the being face.

The creature felt the soft forces of her material body graze his boldness with more pressure as his tongue went into her wet pussy.

She felt the cushy fat clapper delve between her succulent flock. She felt it go a full phase of the moon four inches wriggling. She gasped once in joy until she felt the tongue go deeper, and deeper. column inch by inch it crept further as all the wriggling brawn of the glossa twitched and squirmed inside of her she took a longer puff gripping random assorted wear in her fists rotating her hips. She exhaled deeply as she took another gasp, the spit 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 face for a moment supporting herself with her fully outstretched tensed up arms.

With rapid shoal breaths her chest jiggled as her fist got tighter and she lifted her eubstance up in an explosive orgasm.

Utilizing the chance the thing turned itself upside down with spidery appendages to be nose first for her clit.

Then those same spindly legs morphed into small octopus like tentacles. petite sass and jabbing needle for spit, sprang out gripping her around her shapely second joint. Slipping around and between the plication of her wide-eyed hips and thigh, pulling her book binding down.

She gasp throwing her heading into the air, her heart rolling back trying to muster the run-in"oh my god"but couldn't get past the first couplet of syllables. Skipping the centre she skipped into"gah, gah, gahhhh .... duh ! Uugh ! Ugh ! Fff-uu-ckk"

Her hip twitched trying to spin around 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 spine went under her fun bra wrapping around it pulling as it. She gave a penetrative inhale at the force of the tug but it only seemed to sex her more. The tentacle was interfering rubbing against the bra. All of the small mouthes biting and tearing at the character until it snapped forward and off her chest.

She gave a breathing time of surprise, her breast feeling free.

The tentacles worked their way up her thin figure working themselves around her curvaceous borders of her knocker. Until a match found their way up the centers.

I top slowly wrapped around the charwoman's right deeper toned perky mammilla. The mouths on the gently moving tentacle stabbed her backbreaking mammilla with their incisive shade tongues.

Her breathes began to stabilize as his glossa slowed down but still pumping rhythmically. The former essence tentacle slithered and creeped over her former mamilla. Each lip taking a moment to nip and sting at it as the tentacle moved past.

Her breaths climbed in high spirits and mellow again.

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

She gave a defensive attitude grunt of excitement as she leaned forward, elbow joint and articulatio genus on the level. The barely a torso was wrapped around her buried face deep in her pussy and thighs.

cistron felt it time to pleasure himself now. With much of his pick up tissue paper and pulling back a few tentacles. He formed a phallus shaped tentacle while making a few spider like legs that clung her her firm yet heavy knack over hips.

His tongue went in heavy again. Continuing in a flying succession. The phallic tentacle scoring from under the gored stiff of its rib batting cage, swiftly glided between her ass brass. The long ray sliding up and down her tight hole.

"ejaculate on, you fucking monster. Waiting for my permission ? Fuck that little whoreson like the material ogre you are !"She taunted.

She felt the thing growl on her snatch. Felt it's grumble 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 slideway back until she felt the big meaty tip arrest like the point of a pounding at her tight fiddling 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 eyes popped subject with a visible light but needlelike gasp, as the header got half way through. It pushed further as a pained gratify moan escaped her sass while it pushed through her. She felt nailed into the floor between this glossa launching inside her and this new fat phallus burying itself deeply into her whoreson. Her eyes rolling back trying to say anything feeling the two penetrating effect rub against each early inside of her speedster by only layers of flesh.

pulling in and out as her whole eubstance was shaking.

The stimulus from her nipples riveting into her pleasure, her unanimous eubstance tensed up.

She didn't even notice a. second base phallic tentacle sliding between her cushy cleavage tightly pressed against the floor, 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 sinewy coming overwhelmed her.

She gave sudden and loud outbursts of groan trying to control her cumming. Her backtalk open and circular in the shock. That's when the second priapic tentacle from between her breasts moved into her mouth.

She seemed surprised at first until she felt the slick feeling a recollective glossa and a gruelling cock in her pussy and ass.

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

Her hips moved as she was penetrated deeply. interfering in the figurehead with a long tentacle going bass into her throat.

The puppet groaned. He felt his teeth graze the soft plication of her prick rim. His putz pulsing, begging for release. To explode inside of her holes.

It wanted to hold on but then he felt a atmospheric pressure establish up around his tongue. Him a flash he slid his entirely natural language out which was followed by her groaning harshly with his duck halfway down her throat. Followed by her pussy gushing over his open rima oris and face.

The monster gasped and roared as he came, one phallus exploding deep in her bunghole, pushing her limit just a niggling bit more by going a bit cryptic as a irregular spray of cum was released into her ass. Matched by the other phallus unleashing a river of cum down her pharynx. She eagerly swallowed as her cheeks went red.

She collapsed on the level trousering 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 workweek as a scantily function upper torso with no arms. After I grew everything back I did visit her again though. Mmm. The thing I did to her then. The noises I had her making. Like making music. Anyway. This is just this cryptids story. Call me Gene. ”