Sarah’s Dreams
A story about the deepest love imaginable
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05/2014 Coyote/Kojote/Mike Stone
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Just the story I see in the picture and all
it’s little details - with some… bonus content at the end, so to speak.
Thanks to the artist for the permission to
write a story about the picture!
Please be aware that this contains crazy
tentacle stuff. Not of the rapey kind, more like consentacles, but still…
You should be at least indifferent about that topic. Preferably better, since…
well… I don’t wanna put a spoiler in here, but it’s crazy stuff for sure in
comparison to my usual works.
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Story inspired by the picture “Sarah’sDreams” of Pharmaslave at Hentai-Foundry.
Sarah
woke up by the feeling of her foot touching warmth. She had been sleeping like
a baby. She always did nowadays, especially on weekends. Waking up Sunday
morning like this was awesome. From her first waking moment, it reminded her,
how incredible and wonderful her life had become. Just because of… him.
Of
course, Sundays were always great. No college, no work, not even friends to
meet. She enjoyed sleeping in as long as she wanted. Or at least as long as she
was really sound asleep. He had a knack for sensing when she was slowly
drifting from the realm of dreams, so she could count on feeling his tender
touch first thing in the morning.
Nothing
to complain about, of course.
Lying on
her side, she stretched her upper leg a little bit and pressed her toes against
his warm skin. He knew she wasn’t sleeping anymore. He always knew, but she
wanted to encourage him. She appreciated his never tiring willingness to spoil
her and shower her with love, affection and caresses. No woman could wish for
more in a partner.
Smiling,
she felt his reaction to her soft prodding. She knew that he especially liked
her invitations. She just didn’t get the chance very often, because he was so
caring and eager. Usually he was all over her the moment she came home and
didn’t waste a second to make her forget about everything from the outside
world. Or they both were in a bit of a hurry in the morning, because she had to
get up and ready.
She
didn’t really get as much sleep as she once had been used to, which - again -
wasn’t anything to complain about. What she got instead was just so much better
than sleeping.
Sarah
sighed and snuggled into her pillow when she felt his warm, well-lubricated
touch at her foot. Her heart started beating a little bit faster, because she
realized she was in for a treat making even the most professional massage pale
in comparison. Nobody in the world could compete with his skill regarding that.
When it came to massaging, he was a god.
She
couldn’t discern the single touches at her sole and all around her toes. There
was soft pressure being applied in a seemingly random fashion, but he knew
perfectly about all the nerve clusters of the human body and could manipulate
them systematically. Plus… the feeling of his slick, warm touch was just
incredibly arousing to begin with.
He
tended to every toe for minutes and concentrated on her foot until she started
trembling from desire. Her memories gave her all those indications what could happen
next. All those possible ways how he might move on from there, but she couldn’t
know for sure which it would be. All would lead to her experiencing multiple
orgasms, though. It was just her anticipation building, no doubts or worries at
all diminishing the experience.
The
feeling of lubricated skin gliding over its slick counterpart, and the soft
suction of small kisses, elicited moan after moan from her. She realized she
was exceptionally horny today. The last week had been strenuous and their quality
time had been reduced. She almost chuckled when she realized that less than at
least a good four to six hours a day in his embrace sent her into withdrawal.
Apparently, she had become addicted to all the things he did with her.
A year back,
she would have laughed, if somebody had told her that she needed to get fucked
multiple times every day or she’d get antsy. She wouldn’t have denied that she
might get addicted to hours of uninterrupted fondling, of course, but sex
hadn’t been that high on her priority list. It just hadn’t been that good
before she met him.
Now she
just accepted it, though. She needed it badly every time she had to go for a
few hours without. Studying or working had become a bit of a torture and waking
up after a good nights rest was nice, but made her drool for his touch immediately.
Literally, as she once again realized when her pussy started leaking onto her lower
leg.
Fortunately,
he understood her without speaking. She didn’t need to moan in a needful tone.
She still did, but that was just her enjoying the freedom from restraint and
inhibition. Unable to hold back, she raised her upper arm and edged the hem of
her pink shirt up over her breasts. Once again, she wondered briefly, why she
still bothered with putting on anything for sleeping. It only got in the way…
Then
again, without at least a tee he would have had nothing to rip from her body
the times he got really wild, which made her feel exhilaratingly wanted and deliciously
violated at the same time. The possibility of that happening every once in a
while made the effort of dealing with an additional piece of laundry every day
absolutely worthwhile. Until now, she was used to doing the laundry way more
often anyway.
Of
course, her nipples were aching for a touch. Her body was long since accustomed
to his ministrations and reacted immediately. The thought of feeling him on her
little nubs later made her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, but for now,
she would have to take care of that herself. He would clearly take his time and
do everything to drive her crazy very slowly.
Usually
he let her aid this purpose a bit, before he interfered. He would let her knead
her firm breasts and play with her nipples for a short while, before asserting
his dominance and restraining her. He knew perfectly well that she could reach
a peak just from his caresses and herself twisting her nipples. His presence
had clearly made her body much, much more receptive over time.
Today he
apparently had other ideas than to let her get off easily for the first time.
He just reached up and grabbed her wrist, taking control of her hand and
holding it behind her back. She didn’t fight him, she knew better. Sometimes
they both enjoyed her struggling furiously, but today was all about a slow
approach building up into a massive explosion. Realizing that made her heart
jump and beat twice as fast as before.
Ever so slowly,
he started to work up higher on her leg, lifting it into the air and opening
her thighs. A bit of a cool breeze brushed over her wet, naked pussy and made
her shiver. It all but drowned in the trembling he produced with his expert
massage on her calf, though.
He
embraced her upturned leg and bent it at the knee. She felt his strong, warm
body glide up further, until he touched her bottom, all of which just increased
her anticipation. There was no way to tell what he was up to. He would just
ignore any questions. He could be adorably bossy regarding his right to do with
her as he pleased.
Thinking
about it for a split second, she found her own willingness to submit to his
manhandling curious. Sarah had always been sorta independent and proud, but he
made her give in to everything eagerly. He had done things to her body, she
still blushed from only thinking about. And he clearly did it for his pleasure.
It was just that… his pleasure was her pleasure. He was most happy and
satisfied when she was falling unconscious from countless orgasms. How could
she even try to chide him for driving her crazy with lust?
Also,
she just had to accept that he was the way he was. Before, she had always tried
to… fix her boyfriends. To make them change into a person she deemed to be
better suited. In a way, she had known that it wouldn’t work, but that’s the
way people acted in relationships, right?
Well…
not with him. He wasn’t just stubborn; he was oblivious to any arguments
regarding his behavior. It was either taking him as he was or leaving him, and
she couldn’t even stand the thought of the latter. Right at the beginning of
their relationship she might have been freaked out a bit and tried to escape
what could have been viewed as some kind of abduction. Since then she clearly
came around.
When she
felt his touch on her thighs, any thoughts about the past vanished. Deeply
moaning, she snapped back into the present when he got nearer to her throbbing,
needful pussy and her twitching sphincter. Soon he would fill either one of
them or both. Which one she would have preferred, didn’t matter at all. It was
his decision alone and it would be mind blowing as always.
Before
meeting him, she would have chopped any guys balls off for even talking about
anal sex, but with him she… kinda couldn’t decide what she liked more. He had
this very special
way to fuck her butt. It made her feel… owned by him. As if they became one. It
was… crazy, but wonderful.
Of
course, she really, really loved him entering her pussy. He could fill her up
completely and hit thousands of the sweetest spots, making her cum as often as
her racing heart beat. Still… she couldn’t possibly deny the fascination of the
unique feeling of him penetrating her ass. Especially when he didn’t do much
else, which intensified this experience greatly.
God…
Hopefully he would do this today. He hadn’t in a whole week, for it usually
took a long time. She really missed it, as crazy as that sounded.
As if he
heard her thoughts - she long since suspected he actually could - she felt the
lightest imaginably touch at her backdoor. It was just a tickle, like the brush
of a fingertip, but it made her whole body tense up and stopped her breathing.
He also stopped moving and it was as if he was asking without words if she
would like to beg for more.
There
wasn’t any thought about dignity when she whimpered pleadingly. This wasn’t
about respecting the other. It was much more primal and in a way incredibly
more honest. She couldn’t even dream about forming comprehensible words with
her anticipation peaking, but she could whine and put all her desperate
willingness and needful begging into that.
Then she
could only scream in sheer ecstasy when he easily pushed his tip into her
immediately relaxing asshole. She didn’t even need to concentrate on that - she
possibly couldn’t have either, being completely enraptured by the feeling. Her
body was so used to accommodate to him in every way that it happened
automatically.
Having
him enter her sphincter was unique in every way imaginable. Even without any
former experiences, she was aware that it should hurt. He pushed something the size of about two
fingers into a muscle intended to shut tight, after all. And he didn’t do it
slowly.
Yet he
was dripping with lubricant as always and the intruder wasn’t… rigid. It wasn’t
exactly soft, either. It was… just perfect and grew wider only slowly. Her
asshole didn’t have any problems accommodating, so she could fully concentrate
on the incredible feeling of him gliding into her butt without ever stopping.
That was
a huge part of the experience, of course. A normal man couldn’t do this at all.
He would have to use his rather short fingers to widen things a bit and then
work in the cockhead, followed by the rather rigid shaft. None of that was true
for her lover, though. He wasn’t even remotely human.
Sarah
arched her back, lying on the side. Her eyes were wide open for a while and she
enjoyed the feeling of her lover’s longest appendage gliding into her ass. It
went on for an eternity and still intensified, because he added more and more
length to the penetration.
Desperately
trying to hold on at least one coherent thought, she envisioned what happened
there. His thicker limbs where all around her, holding her wrist and giving her
something to grab with her hand or caressing her butt cheeks and lifting her
upper leg. What she had come to refer to as his tool was thinner than them,
though. His limbs were not too far away from her own legs in length and width,
even though they were as flexible as tentacles could be and could extend if
needed.
His dick
- or more precisely dicks, because technically it was more than one - was
something else, though. The pair of tentacles, each of which was about as wide
as two or three of her fingers, except for the pointed tip, shared a common
base in the middle of his dark blue body. They were usually partly coiled up
and partly retracted in a way she hadn’t come to understand yet. She had tried
to take a closer look, of course, but when she started touching him, she was
only minutes away from getting thoroughly and wonderfully ravaged.
She knew
the main tentacles of this appendage were amazingly long. She just got the
proof of this right then. He had entered her through the backdoor and didn’t
need long to reach depths, no human could even dream of. She felt the fascinating
sliding deep inside her bowels and she knew he would work himself all the way
through.
She had
done some research and calculated a bit once, coming to the conclusion that his
dicks had to be at least ten meters long.
There
weren’t any thoughts about disgust anymore. Her bowels were as clean as
anything inside a body could be, since she didn’t need to eat anymore. Her
lover fed her with what could be thought to be his semen and after she had
gotten used to it - the sweet, rich taste strongly helping with that - she
didn’t mind anymore. She wasn’t studying medicine or biology, but she clearly
felt that her overall health condition had improved, so she didn’t worry.
Without
the need to think about stuff like that, her mind was free to focus on the
experience itself. Obviously the human body wasn’t meant to feel touch so deep
inside. Obviously, something had changed that, for she clearly did nonetheless.
Obviously, that was his doing and quite frankly, she was thankful.
There
wasn’t anything to compare to the feeling of slimy tentacles moving through the
guts. It was intrusive to the maximum. It literally reached her very core,
which she had grown to deeply cherish. As long as she would be able to do so,
she moaned and gasped in pure bliss.
When the
first tip of the two different tentacles penetrating her reached the gate of
her stomach, she held her breath. This was a feeling she always tried to
concentrate on. It was quite similar to the slightly painful, but ultimately
exhilarating experience of him entering her womb. He pried her open deep inside
and moved on, making her whole body shake violently from the friction where
nature hadn’t planed for that.
Shortly thereafter,
she felt the touch crouching up her esophagus, which had been hardest to
accommodate to. Something moving up there had been a bad thing to happen for
twenty years of her life. Now it was signaling the full body penetration she
experienced reaching its climax. This thought alone helped her to fight any
instinctive reaction, which in turn just heightened the pleasure she derived
from it.
It
wasn’t natural - not in any way the word could be interpreted - to have a
tentacle move into her backdoor and feel its tip caressing her tongue a long
while later. Still it was divine to return this kind of odd kiss and play hide
and seek with then two of the tips in her mouth. Also, she clearly felt from
the trembling of her lover that he was thoroughly enjoying the massage she gave
him in return for his treatment.
When the
two tentacle tips slipped past her lips and made her drool onto the mattress,
Sarah groaned in a thoroughly muffled way and finally relaxed. Her body was
glistening with sweat and the whole ordeal had taken anything between one and two
hours, as she knew from previous experiences. She couldn’t care less, but
still… which human male took that long to just prepare a woman for the fun to
get started?
Maybe it
wasn’t healthy to have the heart beat two hundred times per minute for so long,
but she didn’t give a damn. She was his to play with as he pleased and if that
hurt her dignity or her womanly rights, she couldn’t care less. She just
fucking loved this!
Fully
relaxed, she rested her head on the mattress and let the drool drip out of her
mouth. It didn’t matter the least. She would soon be coated in deliciously
sweet spunk from head to toe anyway. It would fill up her insides - both where
she was stuffed so good right now and where her body screamed for just a little
bit of attention between her thighs. She wouldn’t be able to lick it all up,
but that just provided for a perfect, sloppy Sunday she could spend writhing in
all kinds of mixed sexual fluids and always have a little, energizing snack to
lick up at hand.
Before
all of that happened, though, she would get her chance to make her lover cum.
This was clearly part of the uniqueness of the experience and she looked
forward to it. Usually he kinda decided when he wanted it to happen, but she
knew she could take this decision away from him when he fucked her all the way
through.
The
moment he started pumping, making his tentacles pulse in a slow rhythm inside
of her and bringing her body to start shaking again from the sensation, she
returned the favor. The easiest way to stimulate him was swallowing. It clearly
got through to him, judging from the way his other tentacles tightened their
grip and he slid closer to cover more of her body with his wonderfully slimy flesh.
Over
time, she also had learned more tricks. She could make more of her insides
tense and massage him, if she really concentrated, which was the hard part of
it. Naturally, it developed into a lovely, little fight over who could get the
other off faster.
Sarah
knew that he could easily win this race. Sometimes he just rammed one of his
thick limb-like tentacles into her pussy and she would start cuming without any
chance to fight it back. Just a brush over her love button or even her nipples
could easily get her off now. Even a hard squeeze of her buttocks or a bit of
chocking at her throat usually did the trick.
Most of
the time he didn’t cheat, though. He apparently enjoyed playing by the rules in
this situation. She even suspected him to like loosing this game, which didn’t
stop him from making it a tough fight, of course.
Fully
concentrated on her insides, she closed her eyes and focused on pleasuring her
inhuman lover. Apart of everything else, this experience made her feel
incredibly close to him emotionally. He was all the way through her body and
they massaged each other without many outward movements. ‘Intimate’ didn’t even
start to describe the feeling.
Swallowing
and moving the muscles inside her lower body, she still could enjoy the pulsing
of his tentacles and let her mind just wander. This could take hours, which
wasn’t only fine with her, but in a way, what she desired. She wouldn’t have
minded never parting from him again.
Today he
had other ideas, though…
When his
tentacles inside of her started sliding again, she opened her eyes wide. In the
very first moment she almost panicked, because she didn’t want him to retreat. Yet,
he didn’t pull back. He pushed forward, making the tips of his entangled
tentacles move farther out of her mouth. That was… new!
Breathless
and all off sudden again filled with mental and physical anticipation, she
waited for whatever he had in stock. She tensed up again, but kept her throat
as relaxed as possible. She couldn’t resist grabbing it with her free hand from
the outside, though. Feeling the movement right underneath the skin was something
else, especially since the tentacle was a bit wider now and undulated through
the tight canal.
It
clearly bulged her throat over and over again and she couldn’t stop groaning
from feeling that with her hand. It was just crazy… and unbelievably hot!
Distracted
by feeling her throat getting fucked from the inside, Sarah didn’t really pay
close attention to the tentacles extending from her mouth. She was aware of the
nice gliding of the flesh over her lips and instinctively held them close
enough to savor the sensation, but she didn’t really focus on what the tips
did. Until they found their next target, that was…
The
young college student with the boyfriend from
god-knows-where-but-certainly-not-from-earth wasn’t very easy to surprise
anymore. She had been subjected to tentacle rape, which had brought her such
incredibly overwhelming pleasures that she had fallen in love with her
assailant after about thirty-six hours of almost non-stop fucking - and
climaxing. She fed on sperm, was used to getting fucked all the way through her
body and had accepted her growing addiction to sex.
Still
she found out every once in a while that her lover had another ace in his
sleeve. Which made him even more adorable, but probably would kill her one day
from cardiac arrest or so…
When the
tentacles coming from above coiled around her pert breasts and sucked down on
her nipples, while squeezing her boobs hard, she had to breathe in deeply
through her nose. Her eyes went wide and she would have screamed, if she hadn’t
been gagged so thoroughly. All she got was a split second of forewarning,
before a violent orgasm shattered her very soul.
Her body
arched all by itself. She couldn’t control it anymore. She just tensed and her
muscles reacted accordingly. What made this truly remarkable was him supporting
it and lifting her even further, just by the strength of the tentacle-dicks penetrating
her body. There weren’t sufficient words in any language to describe this
experience. Safe from one - she started flying!
Again, she
was close to panicking for a moment. She lost touch with anything and her arms
and legs were involuntarily twitching and flailing. Fortunately, she wasn’t
alone and could count on her lover. His larger tentacles got a hold of her
limbs and coiled around them. She grabbed the beloved flesh frantically and
held on for dear life.
After
the first wave of ecstasy had taken her to the wonderland of ecstasy and back,
she got a short respite. He stopped moving his tentacle-cocks and halted the
suction on her over-sensitive nubs. Instead, he tightened his grip on her,
still supporting her up in the air. Her legs got entwined with his strong
tentacles and the same happened to her arms. With trembling hands, she returned
the affectionate squeezing she received.
She
wasn’t ready to proceed, but that was a feeling she already knew. After her
first, usually pretty explosive orgasm, she never felt ready. She was eager and
longing for more, but she also instinctively feared the intensity. Good thing
she hadn’t any say in how often she would cum or from what kind of stimulation.
The
feeling of being completely and irrevocably in his hands was something new, though.
She didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t want to deny him anything, but hovering
above her bed made her feel the loss of control even more pronounced. That he
went all the way through her added to the feeling, of course.
She was
helplessly at his mercy and there was no way to deny that or rationalize it. When
this thought hit home, she came right again, even though it was much softer
than before. This time she could actually enjoy the experience of her girl-cum
splashing out of her pussy and drenching her legs, his tentacles and probably
half of the bed underneath. She didn’t care for all the clean up later. Her
mind was certainly occupied.
Apparently,
she was really in for a special treat this time, since he started moving his
tentacles through her body right again. Her sensitiveness had greatly increased
from her climaxes and she felt every centimeter of the contorted tentacles
entering her backdoor. It even felt as if he added another one, noticeably increasing
the width of the intrusion and almost pushing her over the edge right again.
He was
trembling from excitement, which made the flesh moving through her insides
vibrate deliciously. It seemed as if he had picked up her fascination for the
undulation under her skin and now did it on purpose, making her feel him
everywhere inside, but especially in her throat. It was divine!
Beyond her
lips, she now felt him move farther down with the tips, trailing little, sucking
kisses all over her belly. He didn’t let go of her breasts, though. The farther
he went, the more of his tentacles slithered around her sensitive mounds,
squeezing them softly. He even extended little tendrils from them - a trick she
had been introduced to only a short while ago - and coiled those around her
nipples, which really drove her mad. Those tiny, little, nimble things were
incredibly thin and could constrict her nubs in the most delicate fashion. It
was so intense, it almost bordered being painful, but not quite…
Sarah
rapidly was reduced to be a drooling bitch in heat. She was a sleeve for a set
of tentacle-cocks and she loved it more than anything. She started loosing her
grip on reality and sanity when his tentacles reached her gushing pussy -
carefully avoiding any contact with her love button, which screamed for
attention. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was saving this for a little
bit later. And she knew it would hit her like a freight train.
Before
that happened, he brought her off a third time - a little harder than before,
but not quite as nerve wracking as the first time - with sucking at her labia.
Just like that, she came again from only those light kisses - in addition to all
the other unbelievably pleasurable things he did to her.
She felt
and even heard him slurping up what she squirted out uncontrollably. She even
felt a pang of embarrassment for the obscene display of her depravity. And a
considerably stronger jolt of pride and joy for serving him so much of the
fluids he craved for. It was the least she could do for her incredible lover.
Then she
realized that he had reached to point where he had started. The tips of two of
his tentacles were exactly where their bases entered her body. The third one
had just reached her esophagus and snaked its way further up, tangibly
stretching her throat. She groaned from the sensation and tried to suck in
enough air through her nose not to loose consciousness. Her whole body was long
since past trembling. She violently twitched over and over from all the things
happening.
He chose
exactly that moment to make his last move in his attempt to drive her
completely crazy. She already knew it would happen, but she couldn’t have
envisioned how it would feel. It was the very first time he was all the way
through her and still could use his dicks on her pussy. Usually it would have
been one of his stronger, but ultimately less agile limbs.
She was
ready. God, she was more than that. She was far beyond readiness and would have
offered her live and soul in return for him doing it. However, she didn’t have
to. He didn’t need any more invitation to finally stuff her womanhood with his
flesh.
She
screamed when he rammed his two tentacles home with considerable force. It
wasn’t gentle, it was greedy. He could barely keep himself from tearing her
apart with the brutal strength of his tentacles. He needed to fuck her now and
she was game, even though her opinion didn’t matter anymore.
Every
orgasm she ever had - including all the countless ones he had given her - paled
in comparison to the one she experienced now. Every single nerve ending in her
body cringed. The insurmountable pleasure exploding inside of her raced through
her body and set her on fire. It was incredibly painful in the most rewarding
way. Indescribable. Incomprehensible. And still she didn’t loose consciousness.
Instead, she felt as if she became even more aware of what happened to her.
His
assault on her pussy forced him to push more of his tentacles through her guts
fast. Now he really fucked her whole body from her asshole through her mouth
and into her quivering snatch. He didn’t even stop to let her brace herself for
the breaking of her wombs seal. He just pushed through.
Sarah
came with every heartbeat again and again. It was as if high voltage surged
through her. It sure felt like she would die from this, but in a way she
frantically welcomed. He filled her pussy and womb with his flesh until her
belly bulged. He went through her until his third tentacle reached her love
button and sucked down on it so hard, it felt like biting. He maimed her tits
and the tendrils felt like cutting into her nipples. Her throat felt like
bursting, as did her whole lower body.
And
then… then he tensed and almost ripped her apart. Then he… came like never
before!
Keenly
aware of everything in a way she had never experienced, Sarah felt something
stretch her sphincter wide. Something moved inside of one of his tentacles.
Something as large as her fist or so. It entered her bowels and then it
happened right again two times. Each of the three tentacles now had one of
those huge bulges move upward.
Something
inside of her head told her that this was special. This wasn’t just a large
glob of spunk she would get flooded with. It felt like… eggs. He… he would. He
would impregnate her!
Her
thrashing didn’t have anything to do with consent. She didn’t have control over
her cramping body anymore. Physically she was getting killed from countless
climaxes. Mentally though… God, she couldn’t even comprehend how much she
wanted this. He was her lover and also her master. If he wanted her to bear his
offspring… Hell, yes!
The
bulges moved through her body and intensified her painful series of orgasms.
Her insides weren’t built for something the size of those eggs to move through,
but he had prepared her well. Where another woman had died from the pain, she
only felt pleasure. Even when the first egg passed through her throat, bulging
it beyond belief, she loved it.
Most of
all she loved the part when one after the other entered her pussy and squeezed
through the seal of her womb, though. It was as if she was giving birth in
reverse and made her really feel receiving. No microscopic egg and swig of cum
bullshit only showing its effects months later, but impregnation without the
slightest doubt. Her belly immediately distended into a huge pregnancy bulge,
which admittedly was at least in part coming from the mass of tentacles inside
of her.
What
happened right after this ordeal, when her body took the chance to slow down
and recover from the ordeal, even though she technically didn’t quite stop
climaxing, sealed her fate forever. She hadn’t been asked for her consent and
she wouldn’t have held a grudge against him for that. At least not a big one…
When he
extracted his third - and for sure pretty new - tentacle from her pussy, where
she hadn’t even noticed it went, to reach up for her face and caress her cheek,
she surrendered even her last shred of independence to him. He cared for her in a way
incomprehensible for a mere human. He was in her mind and knew her thoughts. He
had waited for her
to be ready and actually long for this to happen, even though she didn’t
realize consciously. And now he even asked for her final admission, before he
did what was his nature.
‘Yes,’
she thought. ‘Yes, Yes, Yes!’
Only
after she really gave her permission he started flooding her with his loads of
semen, but it was much more than ever before. She felt it somehow… get deeper
into her as should anatomically possible, reaching her center of femininity
somehow. As crazy as that sounded, she felt it even above her womb.
She also
felt it gush out of her pussy as well, of course. It mixed with her own
squirting girl-cum and drenched the bed - maybe even the floor of the bedroom -
in white goo. When he slowly lowered her onto the bed again, she found herself
lying in a pool of spunk, but even that didn’t bother her anymore.
She lost
it right then, falling unconscious from exhaustion and renewed ecstasy in his
tight grip. Yet she didn’t fall into the darkness, but got carried away into
sleep in a loving embrace, while her body was filled to the brim with alien
spunk and alien offspring.
Hours or
maybe even days later, she woke up and briefly wondered if it all had been a
dream. Feeling the embrace of all the large and small tentacles of her lover
allayed her fears a little bit. At least she hadn’t dreamt having an alien
tentacle monster as her boyfriend. But… had he become more than that?
Weaker
then ever before from the exertion, she felt for her belly and gasped in
astonishment. There it was and it felt like a nine months pregnancy bulge
already. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes and his tightening, loving embrace
only worsened this.
God, she
was going to be a mother. She already felt this to be true. However it was
possible, there was something of her being part of her three babies. Her three
lovely, little tentacle monsters, which were slowly maturing inside of her.
A dream, she hadn’t even realized having, just had come true.
“Hold me
tight,” she sighed with a smile. “Daddy…”
