Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
DAPHNE
Daphne watched the expression on Celeste’s human face turn feral and wondered at the wisdom of her answer. Maybe she shouldn’t let her pussy do the talking. But long neglect and that scorching make-out had it practically shouting from between her legs.
Celeste held her suspended, the grip of those pretty pink tentacles firm but not to the point of pain.
Admittedly, Daphne wouldn’t mind a little pain where Celeste was concerned.
There was enough hesitation and caution in her movements that told Daphne her date was holding back for her benefit.
However, that didn’t deter this moment from being extremely hot.
More tentacles emerged, peeling off her clothes like tissue paper.
Once they made contact against her bare skin, Daphne suddenly understood Candace’s blissed-out expression as endorphins flooded her system.
She suspected they had released a chemical into her system, but her thoughts were wiped as they began to explore her body.
The texture of Celeste’s tentacles changed seemingly at will. From pebbling bumps that taunted her nipples to silken smoothness that rolled over her belly. Two thick tentacles wrapped around each of her thighs, spreading her legs further as Celeste’s human torso lowered to look at her.
“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” Celeste groaned, human fingers tracing along Daphne’s labia in slow deliberate movements that had her squirming. “You’re dripping. For me.” Celeste breathed the last two words, a soft white glow shimmering in her pupils, like faraway starlight.
There was something about that glow that whispered danger. It ate at the edge of Daphne’s mind. Celeste blinked, seeming to realize the effect at the same time. She tore a strip of cloth from Daphne’s shredded shirt.
“Safety first,” she murmured. Daphne closed her eyes as Celeste tied the makeshift blindfold around her head. “You okay, little morsel?”
“Yes,” said Daphne.
Deprived of one of her senses, the other sensations in her body took on a new potency.
She sucked in a shuddering breath when those tentacles shifted, spreading her even wider as another teased her entrance.
Her thighs began to shake. The tentacle slid inside, the texture shifting as it rubbed against her inner walls, curling inside her in spaces no one had ever reached.
Daphne thought that sensation was incredible to the point of overwhelming when a second tentacle joined the first. The quaking in her muscles spread, heat circling low in her belly.
A third tentacle slid between her butt cheeks. There wasn’t time for her body to tense up in surprise before it pushed into her, the burning stretch shoving her over the edge.
Daphne gave a shout, her muscles clenching and pulsing around Celeste’s persistent invasion.
Celeste didn’t waste the opportunity of Daphne’s open mouth. Another tentacle shoved between her lips and down her throat. She gagged around it, tears streaming down her face as another orgasm scorched her from the inside out.
“Ah, ah—can’t have you alarming the neighbors,” Celeste purred in her ear. Her voice had an eerie echo to it, which made Daphne dangerously curious.
Thankfully, her hands were thoroughly pinned so she couldn’t remove the blindfold.
Not that her thoughts were coherent enough to hold onto the urge.
Celeste’s tentacles were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, cradling her hips, shoved deep in her throat while filling her pussy and ass.
Everywhere they contacted her skin, she tingled with sensation until she was little more than a human-shaped erogenous zone.
“You taste so good,” that ethereal voice moaned into her ear. Celeste’s movements paused. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Daphne wasn’t sure why Celeste felt the urge to warn her again when the atmosphere around her changed.
The tentacles receded, leaving her gasping as she sank into dark, wet heat.
The space felt too closed, her breath short in her lungs.
For a moment, Daphne’s hindbrain tried to panic, but the sensation was muted and distant.
The fear vanished completely when a thousand tongues slid over her naked skin.
Daphne shrieked, bracing her hands against the slick slimy walls of her prison as a new appendage forced its way between her legs.
This was thicker than the tentacles, textured in small bumps that lit her oversensitive skin in fresh flames.
Daphne dug her fingers into the fleshy walls as that appendage shoved inside her, pummeling against her inner walls. This orgasm curled her toes.
“Another—give me another, my sweet morsel,” Celeste’s voice reverberated around her, buzzing inside her skin. “Let me swallow all your pleasure down.”
Realization tickled at the back of her mind. The inner revelation should have terrified her, but Daphne was too busy trying not to spontaneously combust as Celeste wrung another orgasm from her with that massive tongue.
The overwhelming sensation pushed Daphne over an unknown edge. Fluid gushed between her legs. Celeste’s greedy tongue lapped up every drop.
The intensity proved too much for Daphne. The last thing she felt was her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness.
She woke up some time later on her bed, with Celeste’s concerned human face hovering above her. “Whoa,” Daphne said.
Celeste fell next to her on the mattress, groaning in clear relief. “You went limp. I thought I killed you.”
“Only a little death,” Daphne giggled. She was still naked, her skin slightly damp. To her delight, Celeste was equally naked in her human skin, wrapping an arm around Daphne’s waist to pull her flush against her.
“You scared me, human.” She pressed a kiss to Daphne’s temple, her hold a little too tight. She could feel the worry emanating from Celeste like an aura brushing against her. “I thought I was in control.”
Daphne tried to get a look at Celeste’s expression, but her eldritch girlfriend was crowding against her, clearly in distress. She turned, wrapping her arms around her to stroke her back. “You were magnificent,” she soothed. “That was the best sex of my life.”
Nothing could compare. Sex with Alex was a joke compared to this experience. Even if Celeste never touched her again, she would remember it until the day she died.
Her statement finally made Celeste pull back, clearly incredulous. “You passed out.”
“Blacked out,” Daphne hummed, delightfully sore and sated. “Was I in your mouth at some point?”
Celeste flinched, her gaze darting away. “I took you into my maw.” There was a touch of shame in her evasive expression.
There would be none of that. Daphne framed Celeste’s gorgeous human face with her hands. “Was it good for you too? You did all the work.”
Those blue eyes roved over her, searching for something that wasn’t there. Celeste’s lower lip trembled. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“When can we do it again?” Daphne stroked her blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers.
Celeste swallowed hard. “I need to feed properly first. Safer for you. But,” she paused, nibbling on her lip, “could I stay here with you for a while?”
Her eldritch girlfriend wanted to cuddle. Daphne snuggled closer, nuzzling in against Celeste’s taller form. Now that her body was sated, her mind was curious once more.
“Can your human body experience pleasure too?” Her fingers trailed down Celeste’s naked side, dipping to tease the crease between her legs. She certainly appeared anatomically correct.
Celeste caught her hand with a soft hiss. “Yes, but that’s not safe right now either,” she said. Threading their fingers together, her hold on Daphne was deliciously tight. “But that’s something I want to explore with you too.”
Daphne relaxed, floating in postcoital bliss. She drifted in and out of sleep, waking in Celeste’s arms before drifting off again. She could have stayed like this all weekend long, if not for the untimely return of her roommate.
The door woke her when it slammed shut. Daphne blinked, bleary-eyed, to find Beth standing over her, face contorted in obvious disgust. Thankfully, she’d covered her nudity with her comforter during the night.
“What the fuck,” Beth snarled. “It reeks in here.” She glared down.
Daphne remembered she wasn’t alone when Celeste tensed around her. Her roommate circled the bed, every inch of her the sneering mean girl she’d revealed herself to be this semester. “Gotta say, this is definitely a step down from Alex.”
That cold rage swept through Daphne. For months, she’d put up with Beth’s nasty snipes and mean little pranks.
Turning off her alarm so she missed breakfast, throwing out her toiletries, leaving her books out in the rain, and a dozen other bitchy gestures to make Daphne feel awful.
Apparently, insulting Celeste was her limit.
“You can eat her,” said Daphne. “Then we can watch some Netflix on my laptop.”
Celeste grinned. There was nothing human about it. Beth froze, her mouth agape in horror. Celeste leaned over to gently tweak Daphne’s nose. “Close your eyes, sweetmeat.”
Daphne obediently closed her eyes before the feeding started, smiling as a tentacle curled around her leg.