Blood Moon: The Hunter’s Bride

Chapter One: Fantasies of a Tentacled Monster

As a veteran hunter who has platinumed Bloodborne, just hearing the name "Blood Moon" had me hyped beyond belief. And when I saw it in its full glory and realized it was a tentacle-style ovipositor...

Well, all I can say is—uh, let’s just say I have a thing for tentacles, whether it’s in my hentai searches or my eroge playthroughs. I hadn’t looked into ovipositors before, but I trust myself to handle new experiences!

The days of waiting flew by, and when the Blood Moon finally arrived in my hands, I was so excited I nearly passed out!

Ta-da! Behold! A tentacle monster so stunning it could belong in any dark fantasy tale! (Your heart should be in your chest… wait, why are you clutching your crotch?)

The Bloodshed color exclusive to Blood Moon is absolutely gorgeous. Its head looks like a carnivorous flower, closed in slumber after a blood feast. Traces of its prey’s lifeblood drizzle down the pale pinkish column, pooling at the base.

Since I was on vacation at home, actually laying eggs in front of family was… tricky. So before diving into this new world, I decided to get acquainted with Blood Moon the usual way.

During foreplay, I predicted Blood Moon would be easy to take—its rounded, moderately sized tip and thick, muscular coils winding around a straight shaft seemed promising.

And I was right. In battle, the scarlet cap glistened with thick white fluid, swaying slightly with movement, exuding a sense of otherworldly vitality unlike any of my other toys. After a little teasing, it slid down with a smooth, vertical motion, finding its mark effortlessly and slipping inside—

Yes, I hadn’t prepared myself beforehand. After all, a defeated Hunter being violated by a tentacled monster isn’t something the Hunter gets to decide, is it?

I imagine most tentacle enthusiasts have had this wild fantasy at some point, and Blood Moon delivers perfectly. Its classic tentacle shape allows for easy, painless entry even when not fully aroused, the undulating muscles and nodules grinding in with exquisite friction until a slight resistance near the base.

I’m on the tighter side but fairly resilient, so with a bit of coaxing, I managed to take Blood Moon fully. Its base is the most user-friendly among my collection—it fits snugly in my palm, and the calyx neatly separates the functional Chapter from the grip. Once things got heated, I instinctively twisted my wrist—

Oh… god…

Blood Moon’s smooth shape makes it perfect for rotation play. Unlike ÖLZIITEI’s aggressive head, which churns inside with a humiliating force, or Dragon-bird, which thrusts wildly, Blood Moon simply turns—relentless, undeniable, methodical.

Its textured surface provides exquisite stimulation, and the irregular thrusts and spins don’t stop even if you squirm. For a moment, it truly felt like I was being ruthlessly invaded, churned, and remolded against my will—forced into becoming its personal breeding ground.

Mmmph… So this is what those tentacle-ravaged heroines in all the doujins I grew up with felt like… It’s amazing… No wonder they fall to corruption so easily… I ended up babbling classic defeat lines before collapsing in a shuddering mess.

Chapter Two: A Delightful Egg-Laying Session

Alright! After fulfilling my initial fantasy, it was time for the equally enjoyable egg-laying process!

The steps weren’t complicated. Since these weren’t for eating, texture wasn’t a priority—I even overlooked some un-dissolved gelatin powder. My first batch (no food coloring) turned out great! From a distance, they looked like fish oil capsules.

I made four batches, feeling like a kid doing crafts. Here are some of my experiments (and mistakes):

• Attempt 1: Freeze the dyed eggs for 10 minutes to set, then drip food coloring into the mold’s top hole, hoping for a cool gradient effect.
  ✖ Result: Nope! One egg ended up with a cute two-tone top, but excess dye pooled at the bottom. Plus, the dye stains skin—not worth it.
• Attempt 2: Fill the bottom half with one color, freeze for 20 minutes, then fill the top with another.
  ✔ Result: Success! They looked like something out of a Magical Girl transformation—adorably eerie!

  Since it’s midsummer, playing with an ovipositor has its challenges. My body runs hot (inside and out), so the eggs started melting the second I touched them.

  On my first try, the egg (wider than Blood Moon’s channel) got crushed when I pushed it in. After a panicked chat with customer support, I learned: freeze them rock-hard first.

  The shell broke, but the rest… ahem… made it to the breeding ground.

  Post-ovipositor, I felt full but wasn’t sure if it worked—until I stood up. Before I even reached the shower, I felt an alien fluid trickling out.

  Huh… so this is what it’s like to be… filled… I mused, only to panic mid-shower when the red dye made me think I’d started my period!

  Lesson learned: Avoid red eggs. And if you use dye, wear a pad—the discoloration lasts days.

  But I wasn’t deterred! The next day, I adjusted the recipe (less water, milk-white color) and froze them longer. Success! With ample lube on Blood Moon, the tube, and the eggs, insertion went smoothly.

  After loading the egg Chapterway into the tube, I took Blood Moon inside, pushed the egg the rest of the way, held it briefly, withdrew slightly, and repeated. Two sticky eggs landed safely in their nest.

  Then, legs raised, I let them melt, spilling out in a slow, slick cascade. The sight was breathtaking.

   

  Chapter Three: Her Secret with Blood Moon

  I adore that classic anime finish—thick, cream-white spilling from flushed, swollen petals, the slit nearly hidden beneath, only the stretched-open entrance (still twitching, still dripping) visible at the base. A puddle forms beneath, and my heart races.

  After a half-hearted stretch, I slid Blood Moon into my other lubricated, gelatin-slicked passage.

  Tentacle defeat demands double penetration, after all.

  I’d never taken anything back there besides a few tails, but the mood was right, and Blood Moon slipped in easily. Its soft silicone made it gentler than stretching, almost friendly to beginners. I didn’t take it all—just the tapered tip, writhing and twisting, offering sensations nothing like the front.

  Chapter Three: Her Secret with Blood Moon

  I adore that classic anime finish—thick, cream-white spilling from flushed, swollen petals, the slit nearly hidden beneath, only the stretched-open entrance (still twitching, still dripping) visible at the base. A puddle forms beneath, and my heart races.

  After a half-hearted stretch, I slid Blood Moon into my other lubricated, gelatin-slicked passage.

  Tentacle defeat demands double penetration, after all.

  I’d never taken anything back there besides a few tails, but the mood was right, and Blood Moon slipped in easily. Its soft silicone made it gentler than stretching, almost friendly to beginners. I didn’t take it all—just the tapered tip, writhing and twisting, offering sensations nothing like the front.