7. Janie
Chapter 7
Janie
C old tentacles wrapped around my ankle. I jerked myself up and clawed at it. Not tonight. Not tonight. Although, as I was clawing at it, my body was already responding. The tentacles tightened around my ankle. Tentacles wrapped around my torso and slammed me to the back of the wall. The tentacles around my ankle released, but now my upper body was trapped. More shadowy tentacles darted out from under my bed to grasp my wrists. It pulled me back into the mattress face-first. More tendrils snaked around my body. They pulled my body to the edge of the bed. Cold tendrils hooked around the edges of my pants and underwear and pulled them down.
“No!” I screamed. A tendril wrapped around my mouth.
Hands wrapped around my waist. His hand slid up my back to my hair. He tugged my head back by my hair. His hard body leaned against mine, pushing me into the bed.
“Little one, you need to stay away from the witches. They are trying to get you away from me,” he said. “But you’re mine.”
A cold tendril snaked its way toward my bare pussy. My legs buckled, but the hand on my hip kept me up. More tentacles wrapped around my calves, keeping me steady over the edge of the bed. The tentacle on my mouth released. “I’m not. This is just a dream anyway,” I whispered.
“For now,” he said. “I’m getting stronger every day.”
“Stronger for what?”
“To have you, body and mind. We’re already connected now,” he said. His head dipped down as a tendril pulled my oversized shirt off my shoulder. I felt a strange and rough tongue lick the bite mark. My hips bucked as arousal surged through my body. “You’ve always been mine and now I have found you.”
I felt the invasion of a tentacle between my lower lips. It stilled in front of the entrance. I tried to buck back, but the hand on my hip kept me in place. “Do you want this, little one?”
“I don’t know what I want,” I said. “I don’t normally do this sort of stuff.”
A clawed hand left my scalp, and the hand cupped my mound. “You are absolutely perfect,” he growled. “Made for me.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You are perfect for me. Irrevocably made for me. You’re mine,” he said. He licked the bite mark again. Another surge of arousal flowed through me. I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs. “Your body knows this. And soon I will have enough strength to fully form in the real world.”
A finger slipped through my lips and dragged up toward my clit. I ground into the finger, searching for more pleasure from him. He chuckled against my ear. “Can’t wait, little one? I cannot wait to spoil you.”
More tentacles slid under my shirt. They slithered up my torso and caressed my breasts. I moaned. He chuckled behind me. “Can I see you?” I asked. “I know you aren’t human. I saw your hand yesterday, and I felt your claws.”
“Does it scare you?” His finger continued to rub my clit, and I groaned as my pleasure built higher.
“You scratched me yesterday. You bit me, too,” I said.
“I wanted to bind us, but it won’t be permanent till I can do it in person.”
“Bind?”
“Lock us together for eternity.”
“I don’t know you,” I said. His actions came to a standstill, as if time itself had stopped. I gasped, and I wiggled my body before my release was lost. The one tentacle at my opening tempted me and tortured me by not going any further. If I could just get some leverage, he could slip inside. “Oh god, please.”
“Beg.”
“Please. I was getting so close. I don’t want to lose it.”
“More.”
“Please. Can you fill me up?”
“Do you want my cock, or do you want my shadow?” The one that was at my entrance wiggled around the hole, teasing it with its tips. I tried to buck back, but his hand on my mound kept me in place.
“Please fill me up.”
“Are you that needy? Will I fill you with anything?” A tentacle appeared in my peripheral vision. “Open up. That’s one way to be filled.”
“I want my pussy filled,” I whined. I tried to buck again, but it kept me in one place. So close to something inside me, but too far at the same time.
“Open up,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth, and a tentacle surged into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat. Another tentacle touched the back of my head, keeping me in one spot as I tried to pull back.
“Suck it,” he said.
I did what he said. I started sucking his shadowy tentacle. The coldness filled my mouth like ice. He groaned as he licked the bite again. I groaned against the tendril in my mouth. He circled around my nub again and another groan escaped my mouth. Drool dripped from my mouth. The tendril that had been taunting me forever shot forward, filling my pussy. It moved in and out. The sensations changed as it surged forward. Sometimes it felt like it was ribbed. Other times, it felt like it was covered in moving beads. My mind was too overwhelmed to concentrate on the tentacle in my mouth, his hand pleasuring me, and the tendrils teasing me from within. The rush of my orgasm took over as I lost my ability to stand up. I felt more tendrils wrap around my torso as I sagged. My body wildly bucked against the tendril in my pussy. The one in my mouth slipped out as I screamed. The rolling waves of my orgasm kept coming. As I came down, only the tendrils wrapping over most of my body and his hand on my mound held me up against the bed.
“What a good girl,” he said. “It will be even better in person.” He picked me up and laid me back on my bed. I still couldn’t see him. I tried to turn around, but it was like his face faded into the shadows of my dream room. As he tucked me in, I let out a contented sigh, savoring the comfort of my cozy covers .
“Sleep, little one.”