Disclaimer: This story isn't based on any particular Anime or Manga, so all of the characters are original. Please ask me before using them in your story.

Warning: This story is rated Mature for Hentai and tentacle content. This story was an idea that I wanted to write about. No profanity, violence, or blood. If you are under the age of 17, then you are reading at your own risk.

Chapter One: The Dream

A 19-year-old young adult was struggling, wriggling, and doing practically anything to loosen the tan tentacle's grip. His short dark blue hair and cobalt eyes were full of tears and sweat. The youth's body was thin and pinned against a dismal wall. His mouth was muffled by one of the tentacles, as his ankles and wrists were held back by more of the seaweed monster. He could feel the thick tentacle going into his orange pants, rubbing against his manhood as it erected. The unearthly rape was taking place, as the male victim didn't understand what he had done.

His pants fell to the ground as the tentacle penetrated his anal hole, causing him to loudly yelp. His stomach was beginning to inflate from the creature's abnormal fluid that was flowing briskly into his hole, and shooting out from the tentacle's petite mouth. He felt his defenses weakening, as his body was growing rounder, accepting the teasing from the monster that was wrapped around his shaft. The boy then sensed the monster's moans and groans, the both of them about to have an orgasm.

"Oh!" The teenager puffed. He sat straight up, still sensing the sensual bodily effects from the horrid dream. The entire room was pitch black as he leaned towards the right, tugging on a knob as the light penetrated his eyes. His azure lamp was sitting on a cinnamon desk, which was beside his turquoise bed. The covers were blue, as his sheets were white.

"Another wet dream," he sighed. His hands were rubbing his eyes as he overlooked the time 6:23 A.M. on his clock, which was on his brown dresser across from the bed. The apartment room walls were white with a few framed paintings. There was also an emerald journal beside the clock, the words "Hayato's Journal" written across it. After the blurry vision was lifted from his eyes, he glanced down at the lump poking through the bed covers. Hayato knew what it was as he smirked.

'I wonder which lucky girl will get that today,' he contemplated. The frisky thoughts and imaginations of him humping with a random girl were encouraging the bulge to ejaculate. "Wait. Not yet," he moaned. He threw back his bed sheets and covers as it was exposed. His chest, legs, arms, and face were bare, but his crimson boxers covered his hips and thighs. His four-inch-wide and ten-inch-long shaft was fully erected and hardened, causing his shorts to be stretched upwards.

'Yes…I think I can hold it back for a while. I better not release it just yet,' he grinned. Hayato had been a pervert since he was sixteen, or when he was diagnosed with hyperspermia, meaning that he produced a lot more sperm than the average male teenager did. He also has had frequent "wet dreams" or also known as sexual reveries that would cause him to wake up in the middle of the night to relieve his hardened cock. He graduated high school with no one knowing about his condition, except for his parents and his female best friend. He made himself attractive and dated several times, but concealed who he truly was. Of course, now that he was of age and out of school, the requirement of holding back was no more.

He graduated from Summer Heights High School, and quickly obtained an office job doing data entry while renting an apartment. He had been living by himself the past year, but often went to club dances at night to look for "victims" or female young adults to date. Hayato was on the search for the one woman that would love him even if he had such a vile disease. He quickly tumbled onto the floor, and then sauntered to his dresser to pick out a fresh pair of black pants plus a white necktie collared shirt before scurrying to the bathroom.

Hayato was on his way to work after a shower and a change of clothes. He exited his room and locked the door before heading down the pale hallway. He went out into the chilly January weather through the transparent double doors that were sitting in a main lobby. He could not yet afford a car, so he relied on the public bus for transportation to work, which was fortunately just several stops away from his home.

'I better hurry to work! I don't want to be late again,' he bellowed. He got off of the bus, and his shoes were slamming onto the sidewalk while his cheeks were turning pinkish. He was carrying a black backpack that had his lunch, some papers, and some adult toys within it. His shoes were a fancy black for work, and an oceanic blue tie was across his chest. A black suit coat was covering his long sleeved shirt under his puffy white winter coat.

'Yes! Made it!' He passed through the blue double doors and into the pale hallway and crimson lockers were on each side of the path. The outside of the building was made of brown bricks with some translucent glass windows. The workroom was to the right as he stepped into it, and there were a lot of gray cubicles lined up inside with glass windows exposing the cloudy winter horizon.

"I'm expecting us to get caught up today, Hayato," his boss scolded. He was a man with a gray suit and hair plus his piercing scarlet eyes. He was standing by Hayato's desk, which had just a computer and a printer along the plastic pale surface. Hayato was somewhat far behind because of some personal distractions.

"Yes sir," the young adult mumbled. He sat in his usual seat, which was a silver colored rolling chair with a cushioned surface at least. His best friend from high school was in the cubicle to his right. Her hair was long and a dark shade of brown. Her eyes were a light crimson color. She was 18 years old like him. Her chest was a B cup size. Her name was Mamiko.

"Good morning," she whispered while standing in his cubicle after the irritated boss had departed from it. His office was down the hall behind glass, and he would be back in two hours for a progress report. "How are you doing today?" Mamiko was also living alone in an apartment, but she was very innocent except for when Hayato frequently talked about his sex life.

"Oh, suffered through another dream," he admitted. "How are you?" He was sitting in his chair and looking up at her from below. His desktop computer was still loading, so he could not start his work yet. His backpack was resting on his desk, as he somewhat thought about the items that were within it.

"I'm quite alright," Mamiko responded. "Please let me know if you need some alone time before he comes back." What she meant was that Hayato would often go to the restroom and unleash his held back semen since sometimes he felt too full to do anything else. Plus, most of the other employees were not utilizing the toilets yet. Mamiko would sometimes do his work for him to get him caught up with the data. They basically had computer scans and documents with numbers that needed to be entered into a database.

"Yeah. I'm going to see how far I can go. There's a party tonight, and I'm hoping to bang a lass." His voice dropped real deep since what he said was definitely not work appropriate. The computers were monitored at all times, so they were forbidden from using the Internet unless it was work related. Thus, Hayato had to rely on his dreams and perverted fantasies to sexually rile himself up.

"Wow. Too much information," she retorted with a frown. "Just be careful, okay?" Mamiko wandered away, and returned to her own desk that was behind a plastic wall. Hayato uttered to himself in agreement, and then his eyes turned to his computer screen. He loaded the program, and began to type away. The day went swiftly by, and Hayato ended up being too stressed out about work to pleasure himself like he usually would. He headed home, and dropped off his belongings, but then returned to the outside world.

The club that he went to was at a restaurant that was across the street from the apartment complex. It was for young adults like himself, so there was no alcohol or drugs. He didn't like that stuff anyway. Hayato would usually order dinner, and stay for the dance. The restaurant was full of booths and tables or chairs made of wood. The cushions were red. The dimmed lights were dangling from the ceiling and very simple looking. The place was huge and open with a DJ playing loud technological music with shimmering colored lights blinking everywhere over a wooden floor.

Hayato ate his dinner while glancing outward at the other diners. Most of them were couples. However, he would occasionally find a young lady sitting alone. There was one that had blond hair in a side-curled ponytail, pink eyes, and was wearing a gray suit or a jacket with a simple skirt. She was on her smart phone, and her eyes were glowing from the screen's bright light. Her chest was a C Cup size. Hayato smirked to himself, and departed from his seat to head over to her.

"Good evening," he smiled. "May I join you?" The guest nodded her head. Hayato sat across from her, and continued to look positive. "Thank you. I'm Hayato. What's your name?" The young woman gazed at him for a moment, and then opened up her mouth to speak.

"Emi." She looked back at her phone like she was somewhat not interested in engaging in conversation with him. Hayato cringed to himself for a moment feeling like she was already rejecting him. This was quite common since most of the people there were exhausted after a long day of work, and attempting to relax instead of engaging with strangers.

"Emi… What a beautiful name," Hayato thought aloud. 'She's my next target for sure.' The other diner stared at him again. "I was thinking that we could dance together. You look quite lonely, and I would like to keep you company." She paused and looked like she was hesitating. She was definitely resisting his manly charm.

"Thank you, I guess," she continued to say. Her semi-long hair was enveloping her shoulders. However, her look lasted for several seconds. Hayato let out a silent sigh. Whoever she was texting or whatever she was browsing was obviously more appealing than him. He had to be bolder!

"Come on. Let's dance!" Hayato got up, and held out his right hand towards her. She finally put her phone into her petite black purse, and swung it over her right shoulder before taking his hand, and following him to the dance floor.

"Alright. One round." Emi's hand felt warm. Hayato could sense his manhood beginning to stir within his pants. There were many other people already dancing and hopping about. Hayato and Emi went into the thickest part of the crowd. She finally began to laugh and lighten up. However, Hayato was on the attack. He let go of her hand, and placed his body directing behind hers. His hands were above his head for a while, but then began to drift downwards.

"Oh, Emi!" Hayato yelled like he was having a lot of fun. His fingers went onto her shoulders, her breasts, and then her thighs. Her dancing began to slow down, and her cheeks became cherry red with embarrassment.

"W-what are you doing?" Emi shouted. Her tone was loud enough for him to hear, but not alarming enough for anyone else to notice. Her body began to tremble. His right hand went up her skirt, and rubbed her upper thigh. "N-not here…!"

"Would you like to continue this in my apartment?" Hayato asked. Emi nodded her head in agreement, and he walked around her to face her from the front. He grasped her right hand again, and this time escorted her to the exit. They crossed the street, and briskly made their way to his miniature house. They went to his bedroom, and she kissed him first. Their arms embraced each other, and Hayato felt the sexual warmness begin to tingle from head to toe.

"Wow. You're an excellent kisser, too," Hayato complimented. They pecked again, and this time her tongue slipped into his mouth. He began to undress, and removed his jacket first plus his tie. They were both wearing rather stiff attire. "May I take off your clothes?"

"Sure," Emi mumbled. "I need this. I need such relief after such a long day of stress." Hayato was kind of surprised at how eager she was, but it made it easier for him. She took off her jacket, and tossed it onto the floor. "Touch me again." Hayato cupped her chest, and hastily made his way down. He squeezed her thighs, and then began to rub where he could not see beneath the skirt.

"Yes…" Emi moaned. Hayato felt her stockings, and the soft panties. The area felt moist with pre-cum. She was desperate. Hayato began to remember the dream from the night before, and envisioned the tentacles pumping the mysterious liquid into his body. His cock began to awaken, and inflated due to the sudden erection. It was hardened within a minute, in which her right hand began to grip it. "It's so large looking."

"Quite so." Hayato noticed that she had seen his secret weapon. Her touch was causing him to groan and feel sexually anxious. She unzipped her skirt and his pants. Both items were thrown onto the floor. She then removed his boxers, watching as his thick shaft appeared. His clothes fell to the floor as she grasped his balls, and began wrapping her right hand around it. Hayato grunted and felt pleased by her masturbation.

"You're a natural," he complimented. "Have you done this before?" The female didn't respond, sticking her mouth over the pinnacle of his member, and sucked hard. Hayato lamented again, and his sounds were becoming louder. Her mouth was moving up and down, and her tongue flicked the sides of it. "Yes! Feel its length!" He then motioned her to stop, and she pulled away. "Now it's my turn to tease you." He grabbed her hips and placed her onto his bed.

He seized her ankles and widened her legs before removing her pink panties plus the stockings. Pre-cum was trickling from her pussy as the young adult laughed. "You're wet. That proves that you want me."

"Indeed," she giggled. The lass then moaned. His tongue furiously licked her pussy. Her arms fell back, as she yelped. His mouth sucked on her entrance and her thighs. His hands were still holding onto her legs, and her body was on the edge of the bed. He then stopped and grinned. "It's finally time." Yeah, she was desperate. She took a birth control pill that he provided for protection. Onward.

He shifted himself forward, and eased his penis into her pussy. The youth felt his manhood as she blushed. The pinnacle was shoved into her entrance, and her walls were stretching. He then grasped her thighs, and held her close to his hips. She felt a jolt of discomfort due to his dick penetrating her feminine opening.

"Just relax. This won't hurt." He then bucked his hips, causing a loud moan from Emi, as his shaft was thrashed into her. He didn't stop there, shoving his member in and out, feeling the pinnacle go deeper with each hump of his hips.

"It feels bigger than usual," she told him between sexual outbursts of delight. Hayato could feel her walls suckling on his penis. "My ex was average compared to this." He simply continued to violate her, and did not comment. As long as he made her feel pleased then he was content.

"You like it, don't you?" he laughed. He was ramming his cock into her pussy with each buck building up the ejaculation. 'Yes. I can feel the semen from the dream and now increasing and blending. She's going to be filled for sure.' Emi could feel herself about to go over the edge. The orgasm was growing as the man bucked, humped, rammed, thrashed, and shoved his member in and out of her pussy. She sensed his shaft about to reach her sensitive spot, which would unleash overwhelming pleasure and the orgasm.

"Yes, I'm coming… Soon…" Emi muttered. Her hands were gripping the bed, and she seemed to be very happy. Their legs entwined as he was completely on top of her, and could feel his balls swelling due to the incoming ejaculation. His penis even grew a bit. He plunged himself within her and felt like he was reaching as far as he could go. They were both joyously wailing and whining.

"Yes! Here it comes!" Hayato exclaimed. The ejaculation was about to pop, as his pinnacle reached all the way in. He then rammed his shaft into her firmly, and held it inside. Hayato bucked his hips once more, which triggered the orgasm. He felt his member ejaculate, and beginning to release semen into the depths of her pussy. He grunted as he grasped her thighs while holding her close and hoping to get all of it inside. The girl continued screaming in delight while feeling the hot sticky substance shoot into her pussy. It was increasing rapidly and inflating her walls.

"It feels so good! There's so much of it!" Hayato beamed. He felt more and more semen flow out of his penis or almost like there was more than he expected. Ten seconds had already passed and her pussy was almost full.

"I'm going to explode!" Emi told him. Her gut was inflating like she was pregnant with his unborn child. He finally stopped and let out a final groan. He then shifted his bed sheets beneath her thighs, or preparing to remove his cock to release the semen. He then eased his member out of her pussy, and watched as a puddle of cum and semen dropped onto the bed. She deflated like a water balloon with a hole in it. A few more drops squirted out of his penis and onto the bed. His manhood drooped.

"Thanks for dropping by, Emi," Hayato told her. "That really helped." Emi raised up her head to kiss him once again. She was still beaming like she had just had the greatest moment of her life.

"No, thank you," she stated with blushed cheeks. "I won't ever forget this." They pecked for a few more minutes before passing out. The night was young, but they were both exhausted from the aggressive sex. She slept there for a few hours, and then left his apartment after a shower and a swift washing of her clothes. However, Hayato forgot to save her contact information, and never saw her again.

End of Chapter One