or are you just glad to see me?

[blacklisle]

Consentacles: The Meme

It's time to appreciate that much-maligned and versatile appendage — the humble tentacle. Equally useful for gripping or groping, prying or poking, strangling bad guys or stroking good guys, tentacles are the most fun you can have without a skeleton.

Of course, if you want your tentacles appreciated, you shouldn't stick them where they aren't wanted! This meme is for strictly consensual use of tentacles, sexy or otherwise.

Leave a comment with your character and desired scenario. Are you the tentacled or the tentaclee? Looking for kinky funtimes, or just need to be hugged a lot? Is it strictly for science? Or maybe you just need help getting the pickle jar open? And, uh... how much slime are you comfortable with?

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[traitorprince]

Dirk frowned, deeply. As far as he was concerned, the idea of earning anything was far from his nature, both as royalty and as a conqueror. But if it helped ensure that he might not be summarily executed, then anything was worth a try. Besides, it wasn't as though he hadn't been fantasizing about bedding Mirari ever since he'd laid eyes on the pretty succubus, only that he'd imagined much different circumstances.

He watched as she stripped herself of clothing, and Dirk found his lust rising quickly as Mirari lay down and presented herself. With a deep breath, he doffed his own clothes and slid onto the bed with her. He'd had his share of women before the deals with his demon allies, so Dirk at least knew his way around.

Stretching out over Mirari, he dipped his head down to find her mouth with his. At the same time, one of his hands moved to her waist, stroking the side of her body. "Something like this?"

[sexycauseplay]

All the more he had to learn the value of earning a person's respect and trust - and not because Mirari was a demon with formidable battle prowess, but because she was another living, breathing being.

She enjoyed the view as Dirk climbed over her - his golden hair stood out nicely against his tanned skin - and Mirari gave him a smile as she accepted his kiss. She drew it out, her own kiss slow and heated, inviting him to linger, coaxing him to taste.

"That's good, yes," she murmured against his mouth, the smile evident in the soft warmth of her voice. "Seeing if your partner is comfortable with your touch and letting them get used to you."

She decided to return the favor, one hand drifting down his back, mapping his skin. Meanwhile, she tugged his other hand to her breast. Mirari showed him how to stroke the soft flesh before she brushed his fingertips across a pink bud, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her.