Chapter 6
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 into her 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 to pry it 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 the wooden 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 it trickled from 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.”
She laughed, pretending it was a joke, but there was a panicked edge to it.
“That’s one kink I never thought I’d ever be able to tick off the list.”
She had a bunch, some just as depraved, some rather... dark, but she was pretty ecstatic that this was the one she’d gotten to do.
She bit her lip when she spotted her dress in tatters, not upset by it when the reward had been last night. “I’m so glad I messed up the summoning spell.”
Who would want a pretty incubus when they could be railed near to death by Mr Tentacles?
A little giggle flittered out of her as she remembered the cute way he’d deflated, or the little trilling growls he’d made. Her overworked, swollen cunt spasmed at how hot his semen had been, and she pushed her fingers against her slit and split them so she could watch it still leaking from her.
“That was amazing. I don’t even care that it appears I’ve lost the use of my legs right now.”
Or that she was so tired from barely getting a wink of sleep she wanted nothing more than to curl into a coma. She picked up her phone to check the time.
6:07 a.m.
Some of her joy deflated out of her. I wish I could rely on Kaylee and take the day off, but I know that woman won’t wake, not even for an earthquake. The world could be imploding, or there could be zombies clawing at her window, and she wouldn’t wake for a single text or phone call.
The woman literally had to get her roommate, who just so happened to be her best friend, to wake her every morning. She didn’t mind, apparently finding humour in nearly booting her out of bed every morning while still brushing her teeth.
And Hank lost his keys again, and I keep forgetting to get new ones cut.
“I guess I’d better get up and get ready to open the café at eight.”
Just as she went to stand up completely buck naked, she noted her ritual blade had been stabbed into the ground next to the symbol he’d drawn with charcoal.
“His... name.” She wiggled the dagger’s point from the floorboard and pulled it out. “Is this his way of saying he wants me to call on him again?”
Her cheeks warmed, and her pesky pussy spasmed wildly in joy at the idea, clapping for him and the great job he’d done.
She was glad he’d made that known because the temptation was so real.
Cheeks flushed with renewed arousal and a shy blush, she placed her hands down to her left and went to push up on wobbly legs.
There, in the mixture of charcoal dust and seed, was a handprint far too large and inhuman to be hers. Skylar gasped and shuffled back in surprise.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” she whispered, her eyes bouncing over its five fingers that had been obviously tipped with claws. She looked down at her own hands, just to be sure she didn’t accidentally make it, but she knew she hadn’t.
And Mr Tentacles didn’t have hands. Or a face. Or even a body.
“Did something escape the magic circle while I wasn’t looking?” Something big, and evil? “Is that even possible?”
It was times like this she wished her dad was still alive to answer her questions, but he’d died when she was young and left her and her mother alone.
Skylar had known from birth she was a witch, but it was hard to learn it on her own without any guidance – as he’d left his coven to be with her mum.
It’s why she often felt confused and ignorant about her witchcraft, no matter that she spent all her life studying it. Finding new grimoires was a losing battle, despite her frequent attempts using spells of detection magic.
She’d never met another witch in all her life, no matter how much she’d tried.
Gaping at the big handprint that was twice the size of her own, she pursed her lips in thought. “Maybe Mr Tentacles made it?”
Had he been holding her during her first alarm?
“I did feel an arm over me, and a hand, but that could have been his limb-splitting thing.” Shoving her hands into her hair, she yanked on the suspiciously sticky strands with a grunting squeal. “Ugh! I don’t know, and I don’t have time for this!”
She had to get ready for work, and considering she had cum everywhere – including in her damn hair – she was going to need an everything shower.
It takes me over an hour and a half to get ready most mornings.
She had a morning ritual, all of which was planned down to the minute, and she’d already wasted fifteen.
Getting to shaking legs, Skylar placed her hand on the closest workbench to steady her wobbling knees when an ache so bad jolted through her pussy, her ass, and down her legs. Even her tits were heavy and sore.
“Oh shit,” she whispered, realising she was a weak mess from being fucked all night. She didn’t even think she could take a single step unsupported without one of her knees giving out. “How am I supposed to work like this?!”
She wouldn’t even make it to work at this rate!