Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
When Skylar wouldn’t allow him to pull her any further, although she wasn’t trying to run away but more gather the courage, the little tentacle monster – she didn’t know what else to call him – wound his... arm? Limb? Feeler? ...up her calf.
So much of him was unknown. At least with an incubus, she knew what to expect – they were detailed in her grimoires. But this creature? There had been nothing about it, and she’d read them from front to back hundreds of times.
What if he tries to eat me? Or hurt me? Or worse... takes my soul or me from Earth?
She didn’t really know if the bargain was sexual energy, or if he was just using that as the easiest way to get her to be compliant.
She thought that might be what was holding her back the most. She didn’t truly know his intentions, and there wasn’t really a way for them to communicate such a complex discussion, as she didn’t know his written language. Yes and no would only get them so far, and he could lie anyway.
Her right foot crossed over the still-glowing magic circle on the ground, but she pulled back hard enough for him stop as she tried to make up her mind. Did she risk it or not?
Skylar nearly moaned when a long glowing limb, barely thicker than an inch, shoved over her calf muscle, and a knot in it popped to the side. It moved in the opposite direction, massaging into her sore muscles, just as the middle of it wrapped around her foot and began to massage there too.
His limb was exceptionally dextrous, and he seemed to be able to control every inch of it at will. He pulled back, giving her whole leg a knead from the knee down to her toes before going back up, and Skylar didn’t even try to evade him when he brought another limb to her other leg to do the same.
This time, an audible moan escaped her, and she panted softly as he worked the ache from her muscles. She leaned back on her hands when each massaging tendril radiated soothing pleasure up her thighs and managed to make arousal pool against her panties.
I didn’t realise just how sore I am, she thought, as her eyelids lowered in bliss. I guess being on my feet twenty-four-seven for five years has been taking its toll on me.
All she did was work; it was all she’d really wanted to do. It meant her self-care was almost non-existent, except for her nightly bubble baths. Bubble baths during which she did admin or marketing work...
Even when new limbs joined the foray by reaching for her thighs and massaging there, too, Skylar didn’t fight him at all.
Her cheeks pinched at the pain when he stroked just above her knees, but it was so nice she didn’t care.
A good kind of pain that would make her feel like she was walking on air later.
Then more slid over her hips, and her backside glided over the floorboards when he pulled her just that bit closer to the magic circle. To him.
Skylar clamped her thighs shut when the base of his limbs was so close she could have wrapped her legs around it, only to arch a second later when he kneaded into her lower back.
And higher, and higher, more glowing limbs joining as he worked all the spots that were so tight and tense, she probably needed someone to chisel away the rock-like knots, rather than massage them.
I’m a whore for some pampering, she admitted to herself, when all she did was gasp at being picked up, and didn’t stop him when he lifted her and placed her right on top of his... everything?
As she knelt in the centre of him, more limbs swirled around her torso, down her arms, and even stroked the back of her neck.
She looked down, and with heavy eyelids, witnessed how irrevocably trapped she was.
From literally toe to neck, she’d been captured, limbs dancing under her dress with sensual kneads and caresses.
Her brain had completely short-circuited, and if this was how he was going to take care of her tonight, she was entirely down.
“A-are you sure?” she whispered.
A limb lifted to nod much more enthusiastically than before, and the oddity of her situation became startlingly apparent. A tentacle monster was consenting to having sex with her, and she was seriously going to let him.
He really is cute.
Even more so when he poked her in the cheek like he was pecking her with a kiss, then made another much smaller heart form.
And this is so much better than some incubus, she thought with a moan, her head falling back in rapture at the full-body massage she was getting.
She’d been so starved for touch, and she knew this would entirely erase that.
“Oh, I could get addicted to this,” she whispered, letting her eyes shut, even when a set of thinner limbs curled around the base of her breasts and squeezed.
Her entire body ached, and the wetness that had been dissipating returned in full force.
Her skin tingled, and it radiated in her mind, dulling her thoughts so she could open herself up to feel everything that was happening to her.
The pressure, the twists against corded, taut muscles, the rhythmic pushes into the bottom arches of her feet.
He swirled down her breasts and then tweaked her nipples at the same time, and Skylar’s body shuddered violently as her pussy clenched tight. He did it repeatedly, brushing over her tightened buds with soft flicks.
It tickled in a way that sent fireworks throughout her body, and the more he did it, the sharper her raspy breaths turned.
A subtle ziiip caught her attention as he pulled down the tab to undo her dress and then shifted the material so it would fall off her arms. Skylar opened her dozy eyes and tilted her head forward when her generous breasts – which had never felt so heavy before – were exposed.
Her next breath came out high-pitched at how erotic they looked being held by an electric-blue creature, tendrils constantly in motion as they caressed.
There was a noticeable flush kissing her freckled, pale chest from how turned on she was.
Candlelight glinted off her navel bar and the silver barbells of her nipple piercings, and the rosy points were so hard the tendrils were able to easily grasp them and pinch.
Goosebumps prickled across her tits and down her arms and back, but she was quickly soothed by his warm limbs.
A raspy cry snapped out of her when a curling limb shoved hard against the slit of her pussy.
It started from the soaked dip where her panties clung to her entrance and rolled up to her swollen, aching clit.
Her thighs had long been spreading on their own, but she shot them to the sides to open herself more for him.
Before she even begged him to, he did it again, and Skylar pushed down onto the limb this time with a trembling moan.
“I can’t believe I’m already so close,” she whispered.
But each pluck of her nipples, each wonderful, tight knead of her breasts, and each of the multiple limbs massaging her had worked her into a true lather. She didn’t think she’d ever been this wet before; her panties were saturated and would have to be practically peeled away.
In response to her admission, the creature shuddered all over and let out a trill.
He dug the end of a tendril into the side of the sodden lacey material and glided it into her slick folds.
She knew he could feel exceptionally well when he found her hard, swollen nub, hesitated at the piercing there, and then rubbed back and forth over it repeatedly.
Her insides spasmed, and she bucked into it with each strum of her clit as her impending orgasm quickly crashed over her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, arching her back as she tried to ride the glowing limb harder. “Fuck yes.”
She bounced as stars danced in her darkening vision, and her hips twitched and shuddered at the pleasure that ripped through her pelvis.
The stimulation of her breasts suddenly felt too much, and he didn’t relent against her clit even when her moans shifted into soft, agonised cries until the peak of her climax settled.
Skylar whimpered and went lax when it was over, and was utterly thankful she had him there to hold her up as she came back down. Her pussy ached with need, so empty after clamping around nothing, and felt unbearably hot.
The end of a limb prodded her entrance before she was speared all the way to her cervix in one strike. Her pussy was so sensitive, she could feel the way she tightly squeezed and spasmed around it.
Thankfully all her evenings with her toys ensured he’d slipped right in, but she was swollen from her orgasm still.
She cupped her hand around the intruding blue limb, but instead of yanking it out like she thought she was going to, he pressed against her G-spot and she tried to shove him in even deeper with swivelling hips.
Licking her lips, she gave a small moan to let him know it felt perfect.
The creature seemed to quake, and his trill from earlier sounded more like a rumbling, shrill growl. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped when her dress and panties ripped across her skin in shredded pieces.
Her hand was yanked away from the limb deep within her cunt, and a second penetrated her.
She winced lightly at the stretch this time, both tendrils as thick as a thumb and harder to accommodate.
She noticed there was a slipperiness that wasn’t entirely her own that helped, like it was lubricating her.
She instantly shivered as they both began to pump inside her in different oscillating rhythms, and she pushed down to greet them. Heavy lidded with her vision dazed, Skylar scraped her teeth against her bottom lip, uncaring about her lipstick, and swivelled her hips to meet his pace.
It felt... odd having two things pumping inside her at different times, but the naughtiness of a different limb rubbing over her clit was enthralling to her senses. The suction between them squelched inside her from her dripping orgasm and arousal, but it just proved how fucking turned on she was.