2 comments/ 28206 views/ 25 favorites Sarah's Dreams Ch. 01 By: MikeyStone Consentacle story about the deepest(!) love imaginable. The story was inspired by a picture named "Sarah's Dreams" by a guy named Pharmaslave. Many thanks to the artist for the permission to write my version of the events like I saw them in the picture. Naturally, I owe it to him to give him credit for the inspiration, even if you can't see the picture. ***** Please be aware that this contains crazy tentacle stuff. Not of the rapey kind, more like consentacles, but still... You should be at least indifferent about that topic. Preferably better, since... well... I don't wanna put a spoiler in here, but it's crazy stuff for sure in comparison to my usual works. ***** Sarah woke up by the feeling of her foot touching warmth. She had been sleeping like a baby. She always did nowadays, especially on weekends. Waking up Sunday morning like this was awesome. From her first waking moment, it reminded her, how incredible and wonderful her life had become. Just because of... him. Of course, Sundays were always great. No college, no work, not even friends to meet. She enjoyed sleeping in as long as she wanted. Or at least as long as she was really sound asleep. He had a knack for sensing when she was slowly drifting from the realm of dreams, so she could count on feeling his tender touch first thing in the morning. Nothing to complain about, of course. Lying on her side, she stretched her upper leg a little bit and pressed her toes against his warm skin. He knew she wasn't sleeping anymore. He always knew, but she wanted to encourage him. She appreciated his never tiring willingness to spoil her and shower her with love, affection and caresses. No woman could wish for more in a partner. Smiling, she felt his reaction to her soft prodding. She knew that he especially liked her invitations. She just didn't get the chance very often, because he was so caring and eager. Usually he was all over her the moment she came home and didn't waste a second to make her forget about everything from the outside world. Or they both were in a bit of a hurry in the morning, because she had to get up and ready. She didn't really get as much sleep as she once had been used to, which - again - wasn't anything to complain about. What she got instead was just so much better than sleeping. Sarah sighed and snuggled into her pillow when she felt his warm, well-lubricated touch at her foot. Her heart started beating a little bit faster, because she realized she was in for a treat making even the most professional massage pale in comparison. Nobody in the world could compete with his skill regarding that. When it came to massaging, he was a god. She couldn't discern the single touches at her sole and all around her toes. There was soft pressure being applied in a seemingly random fashion, but he knew perfectly about all the nerve clusters of the human body and could manipulate them systematically. Plus... the feeling of his slick, warm touch was just incredibly arousing to begin with. He tended to every toe for minutes and concentrated on her foot until she started trembling from desire. Her memories gave her all those indications what could happen next. All those possible ways how he might move on from there, but she couldn't know for sure which it would be. All would lead to her experiencing multiple orgasms, though. It was just her anticipation building, no doubts or worries at all diminishing the experience. The feeling of lubricated skin gliding over its slick counterpart, and the soft suction of small kisses, elicited moan after moan from her. She realized she was exceptionally horny today. The last week had been strenuous and their quality time had been reduced. She almost chuckled when she realized that less than at least a good four to six hours a day in his embrace sent her into withdrawal. Apparently, she had become addicted to all the things he did with her. A year back, she would have laughed, if somebody had told her that she needed to get fucked multiple times every day or she'd get antsy. She wouldn't have denied that she might get addicted to hours of uninterrupted fondling, of course, but sex hadn't been that high on her priority list. It just hadn't been that good before she met him. Now she just accepted it, though. She needed it badly every time she had to go for a few hours without. Studying or working had become a bit of a torture and waking up after a good nights rest was nice, but made her drool for his touch immediately. Literally, as she once again realized when her pussy started leaking onto her lower leg. Fortunately, he understood her without speaking. She didn't need to moan in a needful tone. She still did, but that was just her enjoying the freedom from restraint and inhibition. Unable to hold back, she raised her upper arm and edged the hem of her pink shirt up over her breasts. Once again, she wondered briefly, why she still bothered with putting on anything for sleeping. It only got in the way... Then again, without at least a tee he would have had nothing to rip from her body the times he got really wild, which made her feel exhilaratingly wanted and deliciously violated at the same time. The possibility of that happening every once in a while made the effort of dealing with an additional piece of laundry every day absolutely worthwhile. Until now, she was used to doing the laundry way more often anyway. Of course, her nipples were aching for a touch. Her body was long since accustomed to his ministrations and reacted immediately. The thought of feeling him on her little nubs later made her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, but for now, she would have to take care of that herself. He would clearly take his time and do everything to drive her crazy very slowly. Usually he let her aid this purpose a bit, before he interfered. He would let her knead her firm breasts and play with her nipples for a short while, before asserting his dominance and restraining her. He knew perfectly well that she could reach a peak just from his caresses and herself twisting her nipples. His presence had clearly made her body much, much more receptive over time. Today he apparently had other ideas than to let her get off easily for the first time. He just reached up and grabbed her wrist, taking control of her hand and holding it behind her back. She didn't fight him, she knew better. Sometimes they both enjoyed her struggling furiously, but today was all about a slow approach building up into a massive explosion. Realizing that made her heart jump and beat twice as fast as before. Ever so slowly, he started to work up higher on her leg, lifting it into the air and opening her thighs. A bit of a cool breeze brushed over her wet, naked pussy and made her shiver. It all but drowned in the trembling he produced with his expert massage on her calf, though. He embraced her upturned leg and bent it at the knee. She felt his strong, warm body glide up further, until he touched her bottom, all of which just increased her anticipation. There was no way to tell what he was up to. He would just ignore any questions. He could be adorably bossy regarding his right to do with her as he pleased. Thinking about it for a split second, she found her own willingness to submit to his manhandling curious. Sarah had always been sorta independent and proud, but he made her give in to everything eagerly. He had done things to her body, she still blushed from only thinking about. And he clearly did it for his pleasure. It was just that... his pleasure was her pleasure. He was most happy and satisfied when she was falling unconscious from countless orgasms. How could she even try to chide him for driving her crazy with lust? Also, she just had to accept that he was the way he was. Before, she had always tried to... fix her boyfriends. To make them change into a person she deemed to be better suited. In a way, she had known that it wouldn't work, but that's the way people acted in relationships, right? Well... not with him. He wasn't just stubborn; he was oblivious to any arguments regarding his behavior. It was either taking him as he was or leaving him, and she couldn't even stand the thought of the latter. Right at the beginning of their relationship she might have been freaked out a bit and tried to escape what could have been viewed as some kind of abduction. Since then she clearly came around. When she felt his touch on her thighs, any thoughts about the past vanished. Deeply moaning, she snapped back into the present when he got nearer to her throbbing, needful pussy and her twitching sphincter. Soon he would fill either one of them or both. Which one she would have preferred, didn't matter at all. It was his decision alone and it would be mind blowing as always. Before meeting him, she would have chopped any guys balls off for even talking about anal sex, but with him she... kinda couldn't decide what she liked more. He had this very special way to fuck her butt. It made her feel... owned by him. As if they became one. It was... crazy, but wonderful. Of course, she really, really loved him entering her pussy. He could fill her up completely and hit thousands of the sweetest spots, making her cum as often as her racing heart beat. Still... she couldn't possibly deny the fascination of the unique feeling of him penetrating her ass. Especially when he didn't do much else, which intensified this experience greatly. God... Hopefully he would do this today. He hadn't in a whole week, for it usually took a long time. She really missed it, as crazy as that sounded. As if he heard her thoughts - she long since suspected he actually could - she felt the lightest imaginably touch at her backdoor. It was just a tickle, like the brush of a fingertip, but it made her whole body tense up and stopped her breathing. He also stopped moving and it was as if he was asking without words if she would like to beg for more. There wasn't any thought about dignity when she whimpered pleadingly. This wasn't about respecting the other. It was much more primal and in a way incredibly more honest. She couldn't even dream about forming comprehensible words with her anticipation peaking, but she could whine and put all her desperate willingness and needful begging into that. Then she could only scream in sheer ecstasy when he easily pushed his tip into her immediately relaxing asshole. She didn't even need to concentrate on that - she possibly couldn't have either, being completely enraptured by the feeling. Her body was so used to accommodate to him in every way that it happened automatically. Having him enter her sphincter was unique in every way imaginable. Even without any former experiences, she was aware that it should hurt. He pushed something the size of about two fingers into a muscle intended to shut tight, after all. And he didn't do it slowly. Yet he was dripping with lubricant as always and the intruder wasn't... rigid. It wasn't exactly soft, either. It was... just perfect and grew wider only slowly. Her asshole didn't have any problems accommodating, so she could fully concentrate on the incredible feeling of him gliding into her butt without ever stopping. That was a huge part of the experience, of course. A normal man couldn't do this at all. He would have to use his rather short fingers to widen things a bit and then work in the cockhead, followed by the rather rigid shaft. None of that was true for her lover, though. He wasn't even remotely human. Sarah arched her back, lying on the side. Her eyes were wide open for a while and she enjoyed the feeling of her lover's longest appendage gliding into her ass. It went on for an eternity and still intensified, because he added more and more length to the penetration. Desperately trying to hold on at least one coherent thought, she envisioned what happened there. His thicker limbs where all around her, holding her wrist and giving her something to grab with her hand or caressing her butt cheeks and lifting her upper leg. What she had come to refer to as his tool was thinner than them, though. His limbs were not too far away from her own legs in length and width, even though they were as flexible as tentacles could be and could extend if needed. His dick - or more precisely dicks, because technically it was more than one - was something else, though. The pair of tentacles, each of which was about as wide as two or three of her fingers, except for the pointed tip, shared a common base in the middle of his dark blue body. They were usually partly coiled up and partly retracted in a way she hadn't come to understand yet. She had tried to take a closer look, of course, but when she started touching him, she was only minutes away from getting thoroughly and wonderfully ravaged. She knew the main tentacles of this appendage were amazingly long. She just got the proof of this right then. He had entered her through the backdoor and didn't need long to reach depths, no human could even dream of. She felt the fascinating sliding deep inside her bowels and she knew he would work himself all the way through. She had done some research and calculated a bit once, coming to the conclusion that his dicks had to be at least ten meters long. There weren't any thoughts about disgust anymore. Her bowels were as clean as anything inside a body could be, since she didn't need to eat anymore. Her lover fed her with what could be thought to be his semen and after she had gotten used to it - the sweet, rich taste strongly helping with that - she didn't mind anymore. She wasn't studying medicine or biology, but she clearly felt that her overall health condition had improved, so she didn't worry. Without the need to think about stuff like that, her mind was free to focus on the experience itself. Obviously the human body wasn't meant to feel touch so deep inside. Obviously, something had changed that, for she clearly did nonetheless. Obviously, that was his doing and quite frankly, she was thankful. There wasn't anything to compare to the feeling of slimy tentacles moving through the guts. It was intrusive to the maximum. It literally reached her very core, which she had grown to deeply cherish. As long as she would be able to do so, she moaned and gasped in pure bliss. When the first tip of the two different tentacles penetrating her reached the gate of her stomach, she held her breath. This was a feeling she always tried to concentrate on. It was quite similar to the slightly painful, but ultimately exhilarating experience of him entering her womb. He pried her open deep inside and moved on, making her whole body shake violently from the friction where nature hadn't planed for that. Shortly thereafter, she felt the touch crouching up her esophagus, which had been hardest to accommodate to. Something moving up there had been a bad thing to happen for twenty years of her life. Now it was signaling the full body penetration she experienced reaching its climax. This thought alone helped her to fight any instinctive reaction, which in turn just heightened the pleasure she derived from it. It wasn't natural - not in any way the word could be interpreted - to have a tentacle move into her backdoor and feel its tip caressing her tongue a long while later. Still it was divine to return this kind of odd kiss and play hide and seek with then two of the tips in her mouth. Also, she clearly felt from the trembling of her lover that he was thoroughly enjoying the massage she gave him in return for his treatment. When the two tentacle tips slipped past her lips and made her drool onto the mattress, Sarah groaned in a thoroughly muffled way and finally relaxed. Her body was glistening with sweat and the whole ordeal had taken anything between one and two hours, as she knew from previous experiences. She couldn't care less, but still... which human male took that long to just prepare a woman for the fun to get started? Maybe it wasn't healthy to have the heart beat two hundred times per minute for so long, but she didn't give a damn. She was his to play with as he pleased and if that hurt her dignity or her womanly rights, she couldn't care less. She just fucking loved this! Fully relaxed, she rested her head on the mattress and let the drool drip out of her mouth. It didn't matter the least. She would soon be coated in deliciously sweet spunk from head to toe anyway. It would fill up her insides - both where she was stuffed so good right now and where her body screamed for just a little bit of attention between her thighs. She wouldn't be able to lick it all up, but that just provided for a perfect, sloppy Sunday she could spend writhing in all kinds of mixed sexual fluids and always have a little, energizing snack to lick up at hand. Before all of that happened, though, she would get her chance to make her lover cum. This was clearly part of the uniqueness of the experience and she looked forward to it. Usually he kinda decided when he wanted it to happen, but she knew she could take this decision away from him when he fucked her all the way through. The moment he started pumping, making his tentacles pulse in a slow rhythm inside of her and bringing her body to start shaking again from the sensation, she returned the favor. The easiest way to stimulate him was swallowing. It clearly got through to him, judging from the way his other tentacles tightened their grip and he slid closer to cover more of her body with his wonderfully slimy flesh. Over time, she also had learned more tricks. She could make more of her insides tense and massage him, if she really concentrated, which was the hard part of it. Naturally, it developed into a lovely, little fight over who could get the other off faster. Sarah knew that he could easily win this race. Sometimes he just rammed one of his thick limb-like tentacles into her pussy and she would start cuming without any chance to fight it back. Just a brush over her love button or even her nipples could easily get her off now. Even a hard squeeze of her buttocks or a bit of chocking at her throat usually did the trick. Most of the time he didn't cheat, though. He apparently enjoyed playing by the rules in this situation. She even suspected him to like loosing this game, which didn't stop him from making it a tough fight, of course. Fully concentrated on her insides, she closed her eyes and focused on pleasuring her inhuman lover. Apart of everything else, this experience made her feel incredibly close to him emotionally. He was all the way through her body and they massaged each other without many outward movements. 'Intimate' didn't even start to describe the feeling. Swallowing and moving the muscles inside her lower body, she still could enjoy the pulsing of his tentacles and let her mind just wander. This could take hours, which wasn't only fine with her, but in a way, what she desired. She wouldn't have minded never parting from him again. Today he had other ideas, though... When his tentacles inside of her started sliding again, she opened her eyes wide. In the very first moment she almost panicked, because she didn't want him to retreat. Yet, he didn't pull back. He pushed forward, making the tips of his entangled tentacles move farther out of her mouth. That was... new! Breathless and all off sudden again filled with mental and physical anticipation, she waited for whatever he had in stock. She tensed up again, but kept her throat as relaxed as possible. She couldn't resist grabbing it with her free hand from the outside, though. Feeling the movement right underneath the skin was something else, especially since the tentacle was a bit wider now and undulated through the tight canal. It clearly bulged her throat over and over again and she couldn't stop groaning from feeling that with her hand. It was just crazy... and unbelievably hot! Sarah's Dreams Ch. 01 Distracted by feeling her throat getting fucked from the inside, Sarah didn't really pay close attention to the tentacles extending from her mouth. She was aware of the nice gliding of the flesh over her lips and instinctively held them close enough to savor the sensation, but she didn't really focus on what the tips did. Until they found their next target, that was... The young college student with the boyfriend from god-knows-where-but-certainly-not-from-earth wasn't very easy to surprise anymore. She had been subjected to tentacle rape, which had brought her such incredibly overwhelming pleasures that she had fallen in love with her assailant after about thirty-six hours of almost non-stop fucking - and climaxing. She fed on sperm, was used to getting fucked all the way through her body and had accepted her growing addiction to sex. Still she found out every once in a while that her lover had another ace in his sleeve. Which made him even more adorable, but probably would kill her one day from cardiac arrest or so... When the tentacles coming from above coiled around her pert breasts and sucked down on her nipples, while squeezing her boobs hard, she had to breathe in deeply through her nose. Her eyes went wide and she would have screamed, if she hadn't been gagged so thoroughly. All she got was a split second of forewarning, before a violent orgasm shattered her very soul. Her body arched all by itself. She couldn't control it anymore. She just tensed and her muscles reacted accordingly. What made this truly remarkable was him supporting it and lifting her even further, just by the strength of the tentacle-dicks penetrating her body. There weren't sufficient words in any language to describe this experience. Safe from one - she started flying! Again, she was close to panicking for a moment. She lost touch with anything and her arms and legs were involuntarily twitching and flailing. Fortunately, she wasn't alone and could count on her lover. His larger tentacles got a hold of her limbs and coiled around them. She grabbed the beloved flesh frantically and held on for dear life. After the first wave of ecstasy had taken her to the wonderland of ecstasy and back, she got a short respite. He stopped moving his tentacle-cocks and halted the suction on her over-sensitive nubs. Instead, he tightened his grip on her, still supporting her up in the air. Her legs got entwined with his strong tentacles and the same happened to her arms. With trembling hands, she returned the affectionate squeezing she received. She wasn't ready to proceed, but that was a feeling she already knew. After her first, usually pretty explosive orgasm, she never felt ready. She was eager and longing for more, but she also instinctively feared the intensity. Good thing she hadn't any say in how often she would cum or from what kind of stimulation. The feeling of being completely and irrevocably in his hands was something new, though. She didn't stand a chance. She didn't want to deny him anything, but hovering above her bed made her feel the loss of control even more pronounced. That he went all the way through her added to the feeling, of course. She was helplessly at his mercy and there was no way to deny that or rationalize it. When this thought hit home, she came right again, even though it was much softer than before. This time she could actually enjoy the experience of her girl-cum splashing out of her pussy and drenching her legs, his tentacles and probably half of the bed underneath. She didn't care for all the clean up later. Her mind was certainly occupied. Apparently, she was really in for a special treat this time, since he started moving his tentacles through her body right again. Her sensitiveness had greatly increased from her climaxes and she felt every centimeter of the contorted tentacles entering her backdoor. It even felt as if he added another one, noticeably increasing the width of the intrusion and almost pushing her over the edge right again. He was trembling from excitement, which made the flesh moving through her insides vibrate deliciously. It seemed as if he had picked up her fascination for the undulation under her skin and now did it on purpose, making her feel him everywhere inside, but especially in her throat. It was divine! Beyond her lips, she now felt him move farther down with the tips, trailing little, sucking kisses all over her belly. He didn't let go of her breasts, though. The farther he went, the more of his tentacles slithered around her sensitive mounds, squeezing them softly. He even extended little tendrils from them - a trick she had been introduced to only a short while ago - and coiled those around her nipples, which really drove her mad. Those tiny, little, nimble things were incredibly thin and could constrict her nubs in the most delicate fashion. It was so intense, it almost bordered being painful, but not quite... Sarah rapidly was reduced to be a drooling bitch in heat. She was a sleeve for a set of tentacle-cocks and she loved it more than anything. She started loosing her grip on reality and sanity when his tentacles reached her gushing pussy - carefully avoiding any contact with her love button, which screamed for attention. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was saving this for a little bit later. And she knew it would hit her like a freight train. Before that happened, he brought her off a third time - a little harder than before, but not quite as nerve wracking as the first time - with sucking at her labia. Just like that, she came again from only those light kisses - in addition to all the other unbelievably pleasurable things he did to her. She felt and even heard him slurping up what she squirted out uncontrollably. She even felt a pang of embarrassment for the obscene display of her depravity. And a considerably stronger jolt of pride and joy for serving him so much of the fluids he craved for. It was the least she could do for her incredible lover. Then she realized that he had reached to point where he had started. The tips of two of his tentacles were exactly where their bases entered her body. The third one had just reached her esophagus and snaked its way further up, tangibly stretching her throat. She groaned from the sensation and tried to suck in enough air through her nose not to loose consciousness. Her whole body was long since past trembling. She violently twitched over and over from all the things happening. He chose exactly that moment to make his last move in his attempt to drive her completely crazy. She already knew it would happen, but she couldn't have envisioned how it would feel. It was the very first time he was all the way through her and still could use his dicks on her pussy. Usually it would have been one of his stronger, but ultimately less agile limbs. She was ready. God, she was more than that. She was far beyond readiness and would have offered her live and soul in return for him doing it. However, she didn't have to. He didn't need any more invitation to finally stuff her womanhood with his flesh. She screamed when he rammed his two tentacles home with considerable force. It wasn't gentle, it was greedy. He could barely keep himself from tearing her apart with the brutal strength of his tentacles. He needed to fuck her now and she was game, even though her opinion didn't matter anymore. Every orgasm she ever had - including all the countless ones he had given her - paled in comparison to the one she experienced now. Every single nerve ending in her body cringed. The insurmountable pleasure exploding inside of her raced through her body and set her on fire. It was incredibly painful in the most rewarding way. Indescribable. Incomprehensible. And still she didn't loose consciousness. Instead, she felt as if she became even more aware of what happened to her. His assault on her pussy forced him to push more of his tentacles through her guts fast. Now he really fucked her whole body from her asshole through her mouth and into her quivering snatch. He didn't even stop to let her brace herself for the breaking of her wombs seal. He just pushed through. Sarah came with every heartbeat again and again. It was as if high voltage surged through her. It sure felt like she would die from this, but in a way she frantically welcomed. He filled her pussy and womb with his flesh until her belly bulged. He went through her until his third tentacle reached her love button and sucked down on it so hard, it felt like biting. He maimed her tits and the tendrils felt like cutting into her nipples. Her throat felt like bursting, as did her whole lower body. And then... then he tensed and almost ripped her apart. Then he... came like never before! Keenly aware of everything in a way she had never experienced, Sarah felt something stretch her sphincter wide. Something moved inside of one of his tentacles. Something as large as her fist or so. It entered her bowels and then it happened right again two times. Each of the three tentacles now had one of those huge bulges move upward. Something inside of her head told her that this was special. This wasn't just a large glob of spunk she would get flooded with. It felt like... eggs. He... he would. He would impregnate her! Her thrashing didn't have anything to do with consent. She didn't have control over her cramping body anymore. Physically she was getting killed from countless climaxes. Mentally though... God, she couldn't even comprehend how much she wanted this. He was her lover and also her master. If he wanted her to bear his offspring... Hell, yes! The bulges moved through her body and intensified her painful series of orgasms. Her insides weren't built for something the size of those eggs to move through, but he had prepared her well. Where another woman had died from the pain, she only felt pleasure. Even when the first egg passed through her throat, bulging it beyond belief, she loved it. Most of all she loved the part when one after the other entered her pussy and squeezed through the seal of her womb, though. It was as if she was giving birth in reverse and made her really feel receiving. No microscopic egg and swig of cum bullshit only showing its effects months later, but impregnation without the slightest doubt. Her belly immediately distended into a huge pregnancy bulge, which admittedly was at least in part coming from the mass of tentacles inside of her. What happened right after this ordeal, when her body took the chance to slow down and recover from the ordeal, even though she technically didn't quite stop climaxing, sealed her fate forever. She hadn't been asked for her consent and she wouldn't have held a grudge against him for that. At least not a big one... When he extracted his third - and for sure pretty new - tentacle from her pussy, where she hadn't even noticed it went, to reach up for her face and caress her cheek, she surrendered even her last shred of independence to him. He cared for her in a way incomprehensible for a mere human. He was in her mind and knew her thoughts. He had waited for her to be ready and actually long for this to happen, even though she didn't realize consciously. And now he even asked for her final admission, before he did what was his nature. 'Yes,' she thought. 'Yes, Yes, Yes!' Only after she really gave her permission he started flooding her with his loads of semen, but it was much more than ever before. She felt it somehow... get deeper into her as should anatomically possible, reaching her center of femininity somehow. As crazy as that sounded, she felt it even above her womb. She also felt it gush out of her pussy as well, of course. It mixed with her own squirting girl-cum and drenched the bed - maybe even the floor of the bedroom - in white goo. When he slowly lowered her onto the bed again, she found herself lying in a pool of spunk, but even that didn't bother her anymore. She lost it right then, falling unconscious from exhaustion and renewed ecstasy in his tight grip. Yet she didn't fall into the darkness, but got carried away into sleep in a loving embrace, while her body was filled to the brim with alien spunk and alien offspring. Hours or maybe even days later, she woke up and briefly wondered if it all had been a dream. Feeling the embrace of all the large and small tentacles of her lover allayed her fears a little bit. At least she hadn't dreamt having an alien tentacle monster as her boyfriend. But... had he become more than that? Weaker then ever before from the exertion, she felt for her belly and gasped in astonishment. There it was and it felt like a nine months pregnancy bulge already. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes and his tightening, loving embrace only worsened this. God, she was going to be a mother. She already felt this to be true. However it was possible, there was something of her being part of her three babies. Her three lovely, little tentacle monsters, which were slowly maturing inside of her. A dream she hadn't even realized having, just had come true. "Hold me tight," she sighed with a smile. "Daddy..." Sarah's Dreams Ch. 02 I didn't originally plan to continue this, but some comments somewhere else were quite insistent and also quite motivating. I hope it is as enjoyable as the first part. ***** II. - Sarah's Babies Three months of pregnancy with a trio of little tentacle monsters had finally managed to change all of Sarah's life completely and irrevocably. She hadn't been able to leave the apartment, not with the protruding belly of an obviously advanced pregnancy she couldn't hope to explain to anybody she knew. After about a week, she had lost her temporary job at an insurance firm and her course of studies was fucked as well. None of that really bothered her greatly, as she had to admit. She was happy where she was and didn't feel any need for more company than her lover could give her. With the possible exception of him not being a great conversationalist, lacking any organs to produce any sound at all. Having a friend or two visit her from time to time would have been nice. As it was, she had to stick to phone calls to sate what little desire for talking she felt. Unfortunately, her happiness and contentment didn't solve some problems that were showing their ugly faces at the horizon. Most notably, her bank account finally drying out and making it impossible to pay the rent. She may have been relieved of the need to buy any food, thanks to her alien spunk diet catering to her needs and actually all of her cravings as well. Shelter was still not free, though. And she couldn't imagine living under a bridge with her lover. With the size of a large bathtub - if he curled up into a tightly packed ball - he was awfully hard to hide. Naturally, she couldn't keep her thoughts away from that problem and naturally, he noticed. Now being aware of his ability to read all her thoughts, she couldn't have hoped to keep it a secret anyway. And in all honesty, she thought he actually should share the burden of worrying. He was the one who had knocked her up, after all. With his bossy attitude, she could expect him to be willing to support his family, like the real man he fancied himself to be, right? Well, not quite right, of course. Thoughts like that had to be caused by her pregnancy. She admittedly felt moody sometimes, since she carried his offspring. She also felt great, of course. Especially since the little squids had started to move around in her belly after about a month. All the squirming in their active phases exhilarated her - and made her horny as fuck. The little rascals already had tentacles and could easily use them to explore areas outside of her womb. Fortunately, she had the perfect medicine against that kind of feeling right underneath her, ever since he had decided to move her from the bed onto his wonderfully soft body. She had to wonder why they hadn't thought of this before. It was amazing and she always could count on at least one or two tentacles worming into any of her holes. Either for feeding her - which was most fun if he did it through her mouth and let her swallow the gallons of tentacle cum her body needed for sustenance all of sudden - or just for fun and pleasure. Admittedly, life was awesome, but that didn't make the few remaining worries go away. For that reason, she considered calling her family to ask for support. At least until she had given birth and could start working again. It shouldn't be that hard to earn enough for the rent and to pay back what she had to borrow. Especially since she already suspected her babies wouldn't need stuff like diapers. They probably had dietary needs close to their daddies and were pretty low-maintenance apart of that - if the slimy oozing wasn't viewed as problematic, which wasn't the case for her. She mulled over the whole thing for quite a while and postponed making any call until it was almost too late. She hadn't parted from her parents on best terms, them thinking she should have chosen a college much more nearby. They would have liked to have her closer to keep an eye on her. She half snickered, half groaned when she realized that she had gotten into the kind of trouble her parents feared most - pregnancy. And she couldn't even sweeten that with the prospect of little grandchildren to play with and cuddle. Her mom and dad weren't likely to be happy about little tentacle monsters carrying on the family name. Of course, she could try not to tell them exactly what kind of problems she was in, but... Well, for once, she was a terrible liar and the second problem would be her father just telling her to get her ass moving and find just another job to make ends meet. Probably followed by another lengthy sermon about him working thirty-six hours a day when her mother was pregnant with her and he had to pay the house, the other bills and her cravings for Russian winter strawberries and Martian potato chips, yadda-yadda-yadda... No, calling her parents was definitely nothing to look forward to. She needed a well-planned approach and to make up something like that she only needed about two more... Two what? Uhm... decades? Another possibility was her sister. Little miss daddies-darling had done well and married a wealthy man right after high school. She probably could afford helping her sister out, but... calling her was like admitting failure. It would prove that Sarah didn't have what it took, while pretty, little Angela had. That thought really made her belly hurt... Uh, no... that came from her little boys having fun again and starting to squirm around. Sighing and smiling, she put her hands on top of the absurd bulge and enjoyed feeling their movements. All in all, this was worth some trouble. She was going to be a mother! God, how could that thought alone make her horny as fuck? Oh... Apparently, the one of her sons - probably the especially curious one - was reaching out again to make mommy go crazy. He - or possibly all of them - had found her most sensitive spot a few weeks ago and since then she could count on getting fondled there when the boys were awake. For whatever reason, they liked to drive their mother crazy with lust. Probably predisposition, since their father was quite like that. Sighing, Sarah reached up and started massaging her breasts. Those had certainly grown at least a cup size and were incredibly sensitive as of late. Fondling them had become a sure way to a first orgasm and if her lover didn't react with lightning speed, he couldn't stop that from happening. Usually, he just followed up on it, which was exactly what she was hoping for. It came as a bit of a shock when her squeezing her nipples suddenly made them squirt liquid, though. Wide-eyed she stared down onto her breasts and watched the swollen nubs shoot thin fountains of something white. Having a hard time believing it, she blinked and tried again, which made her moan and roll her eyes as a small orgasm washed over her. Still, it also made droplets of what could only be milk rain down on her belly. Holy fuck, she was lactating. Okay, it made sense, since she was pregnant, but... Well, it was admittedly pretty hot as well, but... Now, it certainly also felt amazing to make it squirt out, which probably explained why she couldn't stop squeezing her nipples, but... Alright! There was no but. It was awesome! She fucking loved it and it made her reach a completely new level of horniness. Within moments, she was practically screaming at her lover to use all of his tentacles on her at once. Although, she did it only mentally and used her vocal chords for whimpering, moaning and squealing, while she closed in on a second orgasm, just from squeezing her nipples and her sons fondling her g-spot from the inside. Curiously, there was a certain lack of tentacles invading her ass and mouth, as she would have expected to happen by now. Normally, he needed less than a second to act upon any of her awakening urges. This time, he didn't only leave her hanging, but actually wrapped some of his tentacles around her limbs and kept her from helping herself. For a brief moment, she was furious. How could he even dare to deny her what she deserved? What kind of fucked up psycho was he, to refrain from pushing his dicks all the way through her ass and out of her mouth, to make her feel like the wanton slut she was? Didn't he... didn't he love her anymore? As soon, as the tears were welling up in her eyes and the trembling of her lips in despair started, the obvious hormonal attack was over again. This time it had been especially vicious, though. The intensity sure grew the closer she came to giving birth. Something, she actually looked forward to, which made it even weirder. It sure wouldn't be very painful, but... well... probably not unlike the suddenly increased squirming and the feeling of increased pressure against her cervix from the inside, she just experienced... Oh god! It just happened... Right then, right there! The feeling was hard to comprehend, for there weren't many words in any human language for it. The squirming inside her womb alone was strange. It wasn't how she imagined a human baby's movements to feel. It was less pronounced, for there weren't stubby limbs suddenly kicking out reflexively. It more felt like... uhm... just like a can full of worms looked like it would feel inside ones body, to be honest. That was about the best comparison she could come up with and she was well aware how much that would have disgusted her in the past. Knowing pretty accurately what caused the feeling, made all the difference, though. Her babies probably looked just like their father, which made them bluish, semi transparent beings with a gooey texture. They would have a mostly featureless central body that didn't have a clear form, but was adorably squishy. Just like sacks filled with goo, but with a very sturdy outer surface that could change form at will. The only real feature he had, were his tentacles. His tentacle dicks - a triplet by now, while it had been a single one when she had first been overwhelmed - were the only way to actually assign any front or backside to him. The rest of his tentacles were obviously placed at random. He never sported less than seven, but he could form more than a dozen additional ones, if he wanted. Those additional ones seemed to be somewhat lacking the tactile sense of the others, though. She had gotten the impression that he strongly preferred using his cocks for anything a human would use a finger for and his limbs seemed to be as sensitive as a hand, while the rest of his surface was still able to feel - probably just like human skin - but not quite as acutely or precisely. Taking all of that into account - and already having proof that her babies certainly had quite a few tendrils and could use them fairly well - she figured that it shouldn't be hard for them to leave her womb. Their dad had gotten into her apartment, even when her windows had been closed. And she had once witnessed him ooze through the crack under the bathroom door, to get to her after she had locked herself in there. Boy, that had been a sight. Hadn't see been rapidly loosing her sanity from debilitating arousal, she'd have chuckled. She had been so very, very terrified back then. Almost two days of constant orgasms had her left exhausted and after waking up and finding what she had identified as a tentacle-endowed slime ball at her feet, she had only wanted to escape. Her guts had demanded paying the bathroom a visit, though. It had been the most undignified experience of her live to relieve herself from everything, after she had been fed her first loads of tentacle spunk. It had sure been the most thorough internal cleaning imaginable. Having her assailant ooze in and make any escape impossible, had completely freaked her out, but he had embraced and restrained her, holding her for hours and humming soothingly inside her mind, until she had finally given in to her ever growing arousal. From then on, she had been in love to this strange creature from wherever-but-surely-not-earth. In his arms, she could forget about ever knowing how fear felt. A sharp sting of pain right at her cervix snapped her out of her retrospective. The activity inside of her womb had increased tenfold and she almost wanted to tell her babies to take their time. It felt like they were trying to get out all at once, instead of one at a time. She suddenly realized that her lover had taken her thoughts into the past to distract her. She wanted to chide him at first, but another stinging pain surging through her body, eliciting a labored gasp, made her understand. Still, she managed to get her thoughts together enough to let him know that she wanted to concentrate on giving birth. If it was painful she would endure it, but she couldn't get distracted of her lovely babies being about to pop. Also, she was actually used to pain like that. Horny as she was, it wasn't that bad. It took her breath away and brought tears to her eyes, but it also had quite the sexual connotation. She didn't mind a bit of pain and no, it sure wouldn't make her hate her babies. What a silly thought! As she had suspected, it wasn't like all the horror stories of giving birth to a human baby at all. The little mischiefs couldn't wait and painfully stretched her cervix - true - but after prying the gate open, they first slipped into her pussy and took their time to get their bearings. Which was... breathtaking in a completely different way! Wide-eyed and open mouthed, Sarah could only yelp under her ragged breaths when they started looking for an exit and used all of their little tendrils on her inner walls at once. Her pussy had gotten much more sensitive to any kinds of sensations, thanks to her lover. Now she finally got the chance to really explore this sensitivity. It was like getting teased with a feather in the hollow of the knee... Times a hundred! She needed less than a heartbeat to experience a first, soft orgasm, but that was only the build-up. The tickling and fondling was heavenly unbearable. It made her cum again and again and again and every orgasm was stronger than the one before. She couldn't help, but had to squirm in her lover's hold, her muscles tensing and her whole body arching, until she would have worried to break her own bones, if there had been any consciousness left to think about that. It was assaulting her very sanity for sure. She couldn't... couldn't-bear-it! Until she finally exploded violently and her pussy splashed out everything inside, washing away the little boys on a giant wave of girl-cum. In a moment of full clearness, she felt her racing heart stop, before it started beating again as fast as never before. It was actually quite painful in her chest, as was trying to start breathing again. Gasping shrill, she tried to fill her lungs and keep herself from suffocating, while her body still twitched and jerked in orgasmic bliss. It took her minutes to even remember her babies again... Naturally, that made her feel guilty. It had felt like she had shot them out of her pussy with force. She might have squirted them against a wall or something. Breathlessly sobbing, she tried to focus and free herself to look after them. Her lover didn't soften his hold and kept her restrained, though. This time, she really got furious. How dared he to keep her from looking after her babies? What kind of monster was he, not to be worried out of his mind himself? If he didn't release her at once, she'll never again let him... Oh... Was that the tiniest of little touches of a tiny tendril on her groin? And there... another one on the other side? Oh, that could only be her little babies and they were coming for her. They... they... Oh, right, they needed to get to her boobs and get her milk. They actually had to make a run for it, since they couldn't rely on sexual secretions at the beginning. They needed whatever her mothers species produced to feed her offspring. And they needed it fast! But... why shouldn't mom and dad help them along then? If they would rapidly die of dehydration after leaving the womb, they needed to get up there as fast as possible! Because it was a race and only two of them would make it, while the third one died? What? Wait... What?!? "Help them!" she yelled, still fairly out of breath. "Or I swear I'll sell you out to the gov't!" His doubts about that made her even more furious. "If you let one of my babies die, I swear to god, I'll never stop hating you!" she screamed. Slightly worried by her determination, he implied that she had only two nipples to feed them. "So?" she asked. "They can take turns then." Not even his hint that they wouldn't like that and it wasn't their nature, would deter her. "I will not let one - of - my - babies - die!" she insisted. Far back in her mind, she realized that him giving in was much more than a little victory. She felt his whole consciousness rebel against the thought, but he couldn't help it. Not the threat to be handed over to the government had shocked him deeply, but her decision to just stop loving him. Somehow, he seemed to understand that she could transfer all her love to her babies and apparently, he couldn't stand the thought. Since he complied, set her free and even helped the weakest of her babies up onto her belly, she could allow herself to feel sorry for the threat. His willingness to forgo his nature for her was actually making her love him even more. Now that her kids were out of danger, she could let her heart open up for him again. "Help me feed them," she whispered, for the moment feeling comfortable with speaking in addition to thinking it. "Milk me and let them bathe in it, so they can all drink as much as they want..." He didn't need more than her mental visualization of the idea to be on cue. With his tentacles, he could easily make her milk come out and also form a basin underneath them to catch the precious fluid. Coiling two of his stronger limbs around her swollen breasts and bringing his tentacle dicks dexterity to bear to expertly squeeze her nipples, had the added benefit of feeling incredibly nice. While he did so, she reached down and helped the last of her babies up, taking the time to look at him and get an impression. Oh, he was beautiful for sure! Making a little sound or adoration, she stared at the transparent, squid like creature that weakly reached around with its tendrils. It wasn't exactly like a small version of his father, but close enough. The one main difference was the like mouth on the side opposing the collection of tendrils, which was opening and closing in search for something to suck on. Placing her weakest son into the makeshift basin that was slowly filled with milk, she cried tears of happiness. Her little babies were small enough to carry them in one hand and they were absolutely beautiful. How could anybody expect her to let one of them die? No, even the weakest one would grow strong. She would make sure of that! But what if she actually didn't produce enough milk? That could even mean, only one of her babies would survive. It sure didn't look like it from the amount she produced, but it was hard to tell. Even for her lover, who actually had produced offspring for the first time in his life... Sarah kept herself from purring in contentment, but she couldn't hide how moved she was by his confession. She was the first one he had gotten attached to strongly enough to mate with. That made her really feel special! His worried objection wasn't to be ignored, though. As she understood it, her babies would need her milk for even longer than her pregnancy had lasted. She would have to make sure they got all the sustenance they needed to grow strong and healthy, but she couldn't just go to buy some milk in the store. Even whatever substitutes existed for human babies wouldn't suffice. Her little tentacle monsters needed real breast milk from a real human woman, for their mother was a human. Nothing else could sustain them. She had to thoroughly think that through... Sarah's Dreams Ch. 02 First, she had to take care of her little boys, though. And then, her lover owed her a very deep fucking for his stupid ideas - and deserved to have her for his adorability, if she was honest. It wasn't really possible to punish him in any way, without punishing herself, so she figured, he might as well enjoy making up to her. Smiling, she fished her weakest son out of the pool of her breast milk, having surprisingly little difficulties to tell all three apart. Double-checking that her lover felt confident he could bring the little one to stop feeding with his mental connection to the babies, she brought the squirming creature up to one of her nipples. Before she could do anything more, he already lashed out with his tiny tendrils and grabbed the hard, sensitive nub. A few months before, her nipples had been like little cherry stones, now they as long and think as her pinkies to the first knuckle or so. She could only gasp when he pulled himself close and completely swallowed it into his hungry mouth. While all the different ways to bring out her milk by massaging and squeezing felt wonderfully pleasant, this suckling was like heaven. It was unnaturally arousing, which was probably fitting for a more than natural creature like this. Moaning, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, while her son made her milk stream out with force and fill his little body. Keeping her hands upon him, she even felt him swell from all the liquid he consumed. It was almost impossible to stay focused while experiencing this wondrous feeling. Being able to reach a peak from skillful fondling of her nipples alone to begin with, didn't make it any easier. The feeling of the milk constantly streaming out through the sensitive nub was just adding up with the sucking on the outside, and the little tendrils skillfully squeezed her on top. Shuddering, she came without being able or willing to do anything about it. It was probably the hardest task of her whole life to bring herself to pull him away from her nipple when her lover urged her to. She had to teach all three of her children to take only parts of what was there, making them act against their basic instincts and urges. It had to be done, but... God, how much she wanted to let him suck her dry! She'd probably cum a dozen times just from that... Having him fight to try to keep attached, when she softly pulled at him, didn't make it any easier. She even felt his barely developed consciousness protest, which made tears well up in her eyes again. She made her baby cry and she didn't like that at all, even if it had to be done. She also realized that she'd never be able to do it, if his father hadn't been helping. It was the way of his species to make sure the young did get what they needed. They obviously took away any will to resist by just causing insurmountable pleasure. Like father, like son... At least, his pained complaints ended when she put him into the pool of milk again. It was still nicely supplied by the output from her other breast and he obviously forgot any discomfort immediately when he could start drinking again. So she had one done and two to go. After finally having both her boobs sucked completely dry and all milk she had to offer for now consumed to the last drop, her babies fortunately grew very tired. To cause this curious reaction in them, she had to lay them on once again and let them suck without any effect, but after that was done, she just knew that all three were falling asleep. Following her lover's guidance, she placed them onto their father's surface, where he would encapsulate them inside of him and keep them safe until she was ready to feed them again. Carefully stroking their fairly bloated bodies and kissing them goodnight, she almost cried right again, when two of them grabbed for her finger with their tendrils and shortly held onto those. This clearly wasn't a reflex tied to feeding, it were babies reaching out for their mother with their tiny hands. Her babies! "Oh, daddy," she sighed, after he had taken them in. "I love you so. This present you made me... I can't even express how much it means to me..." He used his tentacles to caress her cheeks and her back, letting her feel his pride. Now, after coming to terms with her stance on his species habit to let natural selection happen, he seemed to be very happy about the whole situation. There still was a hint of worries, but it was calmed and not very pronounced. "I'll find a way to keep them well fed," she promised. "Even if I have to lure a friend to here and let you enslave her and make her boobs produce milk..." As she spoke it out, she immediately knew that she had just found a solution. She clearly remembered hearing about lactation being possible even without pregnancy. It would bring another set of boobs into the mix and that would suffice to be safe, wouldn't it? Yes, it would. And it wouldn't be very hard to bring her to give milk, after she was on the alien spunk diet. Whether she liked it or not, she'd fulfill her role. Raising her eyebrows, Sarah followed this train of thought further and snorted. Forming a fist, she turned and punched her lover as hard as she could into his soft body, making sure it was sufficiently far away from her babies. "You like that too much," she chided. "Try as you might, you can't hide your excitement about getting another body to fuck. Are you already tired of me, you bastard? Once I've given birth to your babies, you start thinking of ways to get rid of me and get some fresh pussy instead?" For a sweet moment, he was trembling all over and she felt his shocked confusion about her outbreak. He couldn't follow her mentally, so fast did she shoot her accusations and changed topics. His worried irritation and the pang of fear of loosing her greatly satisfied Sarah. It also made her feel bad for throwing this tiny little tantrum, which had been only about two thirds serious in the beginning and much less in the end. Before he could fully catch up with her thoughts, she already purred and snuggled into his body, embracing as much of him as possible. His fear of loosing her was all she needed to feel alleviated, so she could forgive him his desire for more pussy, ass and mouth to fuck. It was his nature, after all. And as long as she was his number one, she actually didn't mind that much, as she found out to her own surprise. Especially not, if it was for the better of her babies. Naturally, he was pretty confused by her sudden changes of attitude. Smiling, she just thought that it hadn't been her who had made her whole body go crazy with hormones. It probably wasn't very mature, but it felt nice not to hold back every once in a while. Him guiltily conceding to be the one responsible and granting her the right to take it out on him made her almost feel bad, though. "Why don't you fuck me real good and shut me up?" she suggested. "I'm tired of myself. Please make me forget who I am..." Not surprisingly, his confusion was forgotten the very moment she brought up sex. He sure was a creature capable of very deep thoughts, but that was impossible to notice until one got used to the fact that his thoughts were focused on sex for ninety-five percent of the time. Except for the time of her pregnancy, as she had to admit. In fact, she actually hadn't gotten truly and thoroughly ravished for about the whole time. Sure, he had kept her wonderfully well fucked and fed, but he had gone fairly light on her. When his stronger tentacles coiled around her arms and legs and waist, she immediately knew that this was a thing of the past, though. She didn't have to notice the light trembling deep inside him. She didn't have to pick up his intent not to let go of her, until she was really out cold from exhaustion. She just felt it in the determined way he grabbed a hold on her body. And... oh, was she game! She started panting in anticipation when she felt his tentacle dicks slide over her body. He clearly took his time, but only to make sure she noticed the difference to his usual approach. This time he split up and made one dick go over her upper body and aim for her head, while the two others began to caress her legs, starting at her feet. Just as she had been used to before her pregnancy, she first was spoiled rotten by an expert massage of her feet, this time accompanied by quite the fondling on her breasts. It was heavenly relaxing, but also very arousing. Either her body had all but forgotten about how it felt, or she had become more sensitive, for it was certainly a more intense sensation than she thought she remembered. Possibly, her own anticipation also added to the experience. Anyway, it made her whole body quiver in no time and her heart started racing, even before any kind of penetration occurred. She broke a sweat just from knowing that she was in for a treat. She didn't even feel guilty for being glad that her babies were safely stowed away. It was actually... kinda hot that they were so very close to their parents, right when they were going to have sex for hours. As fucked up as that might be, she couldn't help it. What Sarah also couldn't help was her squealing when one tentacle dick started teasing her twitching butthole, while another danced in front of her lips, but dodged all attempts to catch it with her lips. Being firmly held, she couldn't really go after it and having a deliciously slimy tip only fondle her twitching sphincter didn't really make it any easier. "Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me deep... Fuck me hard, my love!" Stirring for a moment, he finally complied and gave her even more than she had bargained for. The penetration of her ass was vicious enough that it would have hurt any other woman. Even she would have felt it unpleasantly, before he had accustomed her so thoroughly to getting her butthole claimed. As it was, she could just happily scream and enjoy her first of countless orgasms, spraying his body with girl-cum and arching back and neck as far as possible, while the ecstasy flushed through her whole body. It wasn't a very long cry of lust, though. Right when her lips parted, the dick in front of her face also pushed forward, driving itself right into the back of her throat and gagging her. Breathing became difficult for a moment, when two intruders slid into her body rapidly from two directions, wonderfully stuffing her. Both of his tools didn't exactly go easy on her, but coiled up in a corkscrew fashion, making the intrusion much more prominent. The feeling of her throat bulging obscenely and her bowels being heavily stretched, prolonged her climax and strongly intensified it. This new technique was sure something to be loved right from the spot! As if having two tentacles get screwed into her willing holes, instead of just siding inside, wasn't enough, he added his third dick into the mix. There was no room for disappointment when it also went into her ass, doubling the intensity of the penetration, if not the stretching. If her lover thought her pussy still needed rest, she would comply. Not that she'd had any say in it, but she wouldn't even complain. Well, not much, at least. It didn't rob her of anything. Her bowels, her esophagus and everything else inside of her... it was all as sensitive as her pussy, anyway. It didn't really matter much, where he actually fucked her. Her pleasure would still mount and finally become unbearable. That she still cherished her pussy getting attention probably was a psychological thing. In fact, her whole body had basically become one very, very long and overly sensitive pussy. A true tentacle cock-sleeve. Ohh... She immediately loved that thought. Being a receptacle for her lover's tentacle cocks wasn't degrading, it was exhilarating. For him, she liked being a wanton, drooling, girl-cum gushing slut, because he loved her. He had proven that with his willingness to part with the traditions of his people regarding children. And with being afraid of loosing her. The best way she could reward him for that was to just let herself become some fifty-five kilos of constantly climaxing pussy for him. Speaking about rewards... She suddenly felt his intent of rewarding her, just like she was enjoying doing that for him. This special treat was his very own way of thanking her for carrying his offspring. And for loving their babies. She would have felt sad when she learned that her feelings weren't the usual reactions of women to it, but he didn't give that thought any chance to linger. Instead, he let his dicks meet right inside her stomach and filled it with tentacles, until she felt her belly bulge. Which was curious, considering that it should be quite worn out, after she had been grotesquely pregnant for three months. However it could be, she enjoyed the feeling. What followed was even better, though. From her stomach, his tentacles just went on. Two undulated into her esophagus, one deeper into her body. The writhing and wriggling inside of her was driving her crazy. It was just mind blowing, especially when he had finally made his way all through her body from both ends. Upon the three tips pushing out of her mouth and asshole at the exact same moment, she came especially hard. Now, her lover wouldn't have been who he was, if he had left it with that. Her tightly closed eyes snapped open when he didn't even tease her, but immediately entered her pussy with the one dick that came out of her ecstatically quivering sphincter. It sure was an easy penetration, but it was unexpected and welcome. Also, there was more to come, since two more tentacles went down over her body, coiling around her boobs and heading for her trembling snatch. Inside of there, he really went easy on her, though. The touch on her cervix was very light and still felt incredibly intense. As it seemed, she could feel very acutely down there now, too. And what she felt made her wince in a mix of pleasure and pain. This one entrance was apparently still recovering from giving birth, even if the rest of her body had obviously forgotten about any pregnancy already. The unbearable intensity didn't keep her from silently begging him to fill her completely, though. Pain or not, she wanted to be filled with tentacles to the brim and that included her womb. She... needed it! The two cocks reaching her pussy and snaking their way in there, took her mind off of it for a while. He made an effort to make this a penetration to remember. It almost felt, as if he was adding one of his thicker limbs into the mix, just to make sure she couldn't keep her grasp on sanity anymore. The stuffing she received was incomparably massive and really stretched her to the limit, but it was exactly what she needed. It made her never-ending climax turn into an explosion she'd never forget. She wasn't sure, if she had ever been cuming so hard. She wasn't even sure who or what she was anymore, when her whole being exploded like... a nuclear bomb! Just as he had silently promised, her lover fucked her into unconsciousness. And he was still right there and all the way through her body, when she was woken up by the feeling that her babies needed feeding again. He had let her drift from unconsciousness to sleep without receding and he stayed put even then. None of her weak, less than half-hearted protests changed that. He freed her arms to let her lay her babies onto her one nipple one after another, while the other breast was milked for the two not sucking at the moment by his strong tentacles, but he kept her fully and completely stuffed. Hadn't she been flushed from climaxing in regular intervals by his pumping and writhing, she might have blushed. It was bothering her at least a tiny little bit to feed her babies while... getting continuously fucked. Discovering how much her already peaking pleasure benefited from the sucking of her children wasn't making it better. Although, it wasn't exactly making it worse, either. Oh well, maybe it made it better. Maybe it made her somehow cum emotionally, as well as physically. But she couldn't possibly admit how much more this turned her on, or could she? Oh, to hell with it! Sure she could! She was the bride of a tentacle monster, after all. There weren't any laws regarding things that people believed didn't exist, so this couldn't be considered incest. And even if it was... she didn't give a fuck anymore.