Chosen by the Tentacle Monster to Lay its Eggs

By Sonia Robinson

The resistance had been squashed. The tentacle monster killed all the men and kept all the women in a pit naked, dirty and barefoot. Every one of them was dying to be chosen as its sex queen. Ana was the cutest, dirtiest, and most fertile; perfect for the monster to lay fifty eggs inside.

CONTENT WARNING: Chosen by the Tentacle Monster to Lay its Eggs is a hardcore science fiction erotica story. It is a work of fiction meant for adults only. All characters are 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sonia Robinson
• Release date: Aug 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463242469

Sonia Robinson

ABOUT: I'm an author of taboo and steamy erotica with a submission and domination slant. I try to make each story as different as possible, dabbling in various sub-categories to keep it exciting.

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Chosen by the Tentacle Monster to Lay its Eggs

By Sonia Robinson

Published by Sonia Robinson at Smashwords

Copyright 2022 Honeypot Erotica

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Check out more Tentacle Breeding stories by Honeypot Press authors Sonia Robinson and Kat Shields.

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Chosen by the Tentacle Monster to Lay its Eggs is a hardcore erotica story meant for adult readers only. All characters are 18+

Ana was chosen. She was not expecting to be. The tentacle overlooked her so many times that it was going to be just another day down in the pit with the other girls in the resistance. She was down there for so long, it seemed, with so many naked, dirty, girls, barefoot in the mud, inside this piping hot pocket of steam.

It was so hot, naked and sweaty down there they wondered if the monster was cooking them.

Everyday, the monster slapped its feelers down. The girls shrieked and moved apart giving it room. The feelers crept across their heads aimlessly sucking on their ears, their necks, their shoulders, and below.

What was it tasting for?