No woman – actually, nomortal beingshould be this stimulated to a level of pleasure where they thought they were about to tear out of their own skin. Even that wouldn’t help, as he pounded so deep within her that she thought he was trying to fuck into her heart from both ends.
Tears streamed down her face. That had never happened before during sex, but her mind and body wanted some kind of outlet that wasn’t her orgasm to the point of squirting. That, too, was rare, and the sign that her body was in utter love with this.
He went faster, and he thrust so hard she thought she was going to fold in on herself. She no longer knew how many limbs had penetrated each of her three holes, and she was too mindless to count.
She didn’t know how long it’d been when she gave a blissful whimper as he started coming for the second time. The liquid heat soothed her, and somehow stirred up her brain even more until she was nothing but a needy, achy, horny thing.
Even then he didn’t stop, and it seemed to go on and on.
With trembling thighs, she let out a garbled groan, then her lungs constricted in her chest as her spirit seemed to soar.
I’m going to pass out.
Chapter
Six
An alarm blared in her throbbing ears. Since she’d been so deep in sleep, so utterly blacked out, Skylar sucked in a sharp, surprised breath.
Without even cracking open her eyes, she reached above her to the cubbyhole in her headboard to find her phone. Her fingertips never met the hardness of black, painted wood, but she did find her phone so she could turn off that obnoxious noise, and that’s all that mattered.
She peeked open her eyes to a grey screen background, swiped off her first alarm of the morning, and dropped it to be found within the sheets later. She let her arms fall around her and wiggled her arse into the bed with satisfaction thrumming through her from head to toe.
Drifting off again, she was conscious enough to note the soothing heat below her that was foreign, but she was so sated, so happy with her night, that she didn’t care.
Like most mornings, her first alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., waking her just enough in preparation for her 6 a.m. alarm.
Something flat, and remarkably like a hand, glided over her waist, while little limbs swayed across her sides. They rubbed her skin, reminiscent of last night, just without the prodding intoher muscles... or into all her holes. Her brows drew together, and she wiggled her hips again when she still felt a little full inside her overused pussy.
Not with three or four limbs, but maybe one?
It had to be a figment of her imagination. All the current sensations had to be – as if her body wanted to replay some of the hot action of her sexual escapade with a weird tentacle monster.
Although... the butting against her temple before a hard, convex thing nuzzled her cheek and the side of her neck from below wasn’t familiar. Nor was the purring against her back as she lay on her mattress – but its depth was soothing, like a lullaby that told her everything was peachy, she was safe, and it truly was okay if she fell back asleep.
A hand pressed against her chest, just as the scent of smoke singed the inside of her nose. She peeked open her eyes, and the ornate window in her alchemy workspace poked her poor pupils with sunlight.
“Oh, eww,” she whined, throwing her arm up to block her eyes as she tilted her head out of the tiny streak of the rudely bright sun breaching the horizon.
Just as she was fighting her mortal enemy, like a vampire averse to the light, her alarm began to blare again, vibrating against her arse cheek. Skylar retrieved it and shuddered with disgust at the way she had topryit off her sticky skin, the liquid questionable as it clung to her screen.
It was her 6:00 a.m. final wake-up reminder, and she sat up with her eyes squinting in tiredness.
Rather than twisted sheets from an overworked person who had passed out due to exhaustion, and a soft mattress cushioning her pampered arse, her backside was on cold hardness. She looked down between her naked legs, noting thewooden floor, the char of a magic circle that had dulled to burnt black, and the copious amount of shimmering blue, milky semen.
She was sitting in a sticky puddle that hadn’t yet dried, and ittrickledfrom her pussy and ass even now.
Kind of gross to watch, but kind of hot at the same time.
“Fucking hell,” she rasped, noting she was actually rather loose and sore. She shoved one finger inside herself, and then another, until she was four deep and knew she could fit more. “Just how many of those weird tentacle things did he put in me?”
Oh well. The human body was remarkably resilient, and she was sure she’d shrink and be all nice and snug in no time.
She wished she could say her mind would return to normal.
Skylar blushed as she looked down at the mess, and the little ribbons of bruised skin marring her. Drawing her knees to the side, she covered her eyes with one hand and shook her head.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe he fucked me until I passed out.” Actually, she wasn’t sure if he’d even stopped, not that she would have cared or remembered. “I had sex with a weird monster. And he’s ruined me.” She covered her face with her clean hand. “That’s it. I can’t go back to human men. I’ll need Mr Tentacles forever.”
