No Boundaries
4.5 stars
I love the atmosphere of this little bite of futuristic tentacle love, dreamy and slightly creepy...
“The blinds on the windows were shut, but there were little slivers of light that slipped through, leaving pale white lines on the floor between the bed and the window…”
“He could remember...the hands all over the place, too many hands; the overload... had had him coming with a gasp within seconds of being pressed against the door... remember the slick grip of something around his dick, sliding away and leaving him limp…”
There is a pervasive sense of something off happening in the room with Jack. Something ‘different’. And is different better? That is for Jack to discover. Warning: slippery tentacle-bondage and monster-love...
“...he could feel himself clenching around it as it rubbed along inside him, the soft ridges of the suction cups catching on his prostate…”
Sweet.
1