“You’ll love this,” he says confidently, nudging my knees apart with his hand. When I look down, he’s got something long, green and glowing notched at my entrance.
“Wait...what…what is that?” I sit up on my elbows, watching as he works.
“This is an amorphous robotic pleasure tentacle from the Diiyom system. They’re built in small batches and very hard to obtain. They’re designed to find the pleasure points of any species.”
He pushes the warm toy inside me slowly, and it adjusts to fill me entirely. I let out a sigh as it molds to my pussy, and it’s not just fitting itself to the inside. Part of the glowing green tentacle slides up over my clit and strokes it.
The texture is bizarre, a cross between silly putty and silicone. Bizarre, but amazing.
“Oh fuck!” I arch into the motion of the tentacle. As I do, I hear another click and the warmth from the collar is replaced by a creeping chill. My nipples harden and inside the nipple clamps, the feeling slides from pleasure more toward pain.
Click.
Back to the warmth as my body relaxes again. I’m panting as one end of the tentacle slides up and down my throbbing clit. The other end pulses inside me, filling me so completely that every nerve inside my pussy is activated. When I feel a tapping at my G-spot, it all becomes too much.
“Raf’ere, it’s too intense,” I mewl, trying to push the toy away.
“You can handle it. I’m not stopping until you tell me you don’t want this anymore.”
Click. Oh fuck.
The collar’s effect changes, this time it makes my head shoot back, the waves of pleasure that flow over my body is a delicious sensation. It’s like the feeling you get the moment before orgasm, where your muscles are so tight and ready that they flutter before you’re pushed into heaven.
But instead of just a second of fluttering, it’s a non-stop pulsing. My pussy, my nipples, my ass, Jesus, even the column of my throat are all having tiny almost-orgasms.
When Raf’ere pulls the nipple clamps’ chain down, my pussy finally gives way. My muscles’ fluttering changes to spasms, and my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Come for me, Marta,” he growls.
And I do. I squirm and throb until I fear I might lose consciousness. The collar and tentacle never relent. I think I’m close to a second orgasm as the tentacle presses deeply onto my G-spot.
I pinch my shoulder blades together as I arch off the bed. Reaching for the tentacle, I try in vain to give my clit some barrier. The tentacle undulates over my G-spot relentlessly. There’s a strange tightness in my belly, and I feel like I might have to pee. I clench my muscles, not wanting to wet myself.
Raf’ere leans over me, licking up the column of my throat, nibbling my ear lobe before whispering in my ear.
“Come for me, my pet.”
“Oh god, Raf’ere, ugh, fuck!” I can’t hold back anymore. All my muscles release and I’m lost to the intense throbs of satisfaction that rack over my body.
“Stop!” I scream, unable to take any more.
And all at once, everything goes quiet. The tentacle shrinks, and as it does, a rush of wetness coats my thighs. The collar powers down and the nipple clamps are gently removed.
“I told you,” is all Raf’ere whispers in my ear as he unlatches the collar.
“Uuuggghhh,” is my only response.
When I feel his tongue on my inner thigh, lapping at the wetness there, I don’t even have the energy to tell him to stop. I give some weak attempt at closing my legs, but he just puts a strong hand out and holds them open.
“Don’t worry, little human, I’ll let you get some rest…but let me clean up first. It would be a shame to waste this—it tastes too good.”
He laps gently through my lips, but thankfully avoids my over sensitive clit.
Sliding up over me, he puts his mouth over my sore nipples. He sucks any small pain away.
Finally, he rolls to his side, pulls me into his arms, and spoons me. He tucks his hand over my mound and presses his palm against my still throbbing sex.
“Mine,” I think I hear him whisper.
