Classic Hentai

For the second time in 24 hours, Jennifer was ripped from the warm embrace of sleep by something wet and slimy against her skin. As she roused herself back to consciousness, she guessed that the shower must be running somehow. She could feel the pressure of the water laying siege to the protective barrier of her precious blanket. Coming more fully to her senses, she realized water was wishful thinking.

She could already feel the slick ooze accumulating at the bottom of the tub. Glancing up toward the source of the disturbance, it was obvious that her traitorous showerhead was currently bombarding her with thick white cum at high pressure.

The showerhead suddenly shifted its angle of attack, aiming right for her face. She let out a little squeal as she tried to protect herself by hiding under the blanket. This protection was short lived however.

Right before her eyes, the blanket lost its integrity and ceased to be a blanket. What used to be fabric now oozed through her fingers. A giant sheet of cum now coated her from head to toe. She gasped with shock as her face was bombarded with the cum spray from the shower. She struggled to catch her breath as cum filled her mouth.

She barely had a spare thought to notice the overwhelming pungent smell which filled the air, or the sharp flavor which assaulted her taste buds. There were many sensations demanding her attention.

Jennifer scrambled to her feet in an effort to escape the deluge. She instinctively reached for the handle on the sliding glass door which enclosed the bathtub. Unfortunately for her, there was no handle to be found. In fact there was no gap at all in the glass. She was completely sealed in.

Jennifer tried to quell the panic within herself. Part of her just wanted to scream. Another part, the part that was just now catching up with the situation, thought back to the bathtub incident of the day before. While certainly shocking, it had all turned out to be more less an illusion. Nothing had physically happened to her. If she could just calmly wait out whatever demon fuckery this was, she'd be fine in no time.

The distinct sound of the bath faucet signalled an escalation. Cum was now pouring from both the showerhead above and the faucet below. The tub was already nearly half way full of the murky fluid. She couldn't see the beneath the surface. What did the entity intend?

Movement from where the drain should be caught her attention. Eel-like gyrations danced just beneath the surface. They were coming towards her.

"Fuck! Tentacles!" She yelped internally. She remembered what she had offered up earlier that day. She just didn't expect it to happen like this.

Before another thought could cross her mind, she felt her legs pulled out from under her with tremendous ****. Her body braced for a deadly impact with the hard surface of the tub. Instead, her face impacted a squishy, fleshy surface.

She was face down being dragged closer to the drain-end of the bath. She used her arms to press her upper body out from the quickly rising cum-level. As she fought to keep cum out of her eyes, she had just enough visibility to see how alien her environment had become in the short span of her fall.

The walls were replaced with pink flesh that felt incredibly naughty to be looking at. The bathtub was now composed entirely of writing cilia and little dancing tongues. She could already feel them hard at work on her lower body.

Her moment above the cum was short lived. Her arms were yanked backwards just as her legs had been. She was **** to faceplant deep into the white slime below.

Now felt like an appropriate time to panic. No matter how much she told herself this was just an illusion, her survival instincts shouted louder. This creature clearly wanted her to panic. It fed on it. Why else would it be employing all these horror movie cliches?

When Jennifer agreed to be taken by tentacles, she assumed it would be a similar experience to their time in the forest. That experience had been full of love and euphoria and delicious pleasure. She felt no love here; only lust and ****.

She felt more tentacles wrap around her head, holding her under. Her body screamed at her that she was going to drown in cum. Is this really what the demon wanted?

It was playing with its food. Before the need for breath became truly serious, Jennifer felt two intruders at her nostrils. They **** their way up and in, bringing a fair amount of salty cum along for the ride. She gagged as the tubes hit the back of her throat and kept pushing further down her airway.

Her gagging allowed a larger penis shaped tentacle to take up residence in her mouth. It was content to rest just above her tongue for now, dripping a steady supply of fresh jizz.

It felt like the walls of the tub were morphing to the shape of her face, creating a gripping seal like an oxygen mask. An accurate analogy it turned out. Jennifer felt her lungs forceably expand, then contract. Her breath was no longer her own, but at least she was breathing.

The tub's shape-shifting continued. Jennifer felt her lower body being lifted by a ramp of writhing flesh. Her juicy ass was lifted above the surface, a prime target for some future ****.

Dozens of larger tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs and torso, solidifying Jennifer's absolute helplessness. The saddle shape she was now **** to ride formed its own kind of gripping seals, grasping onto her breasts and pussy.

Jennifer felt a rhythmic squeezing and sucking target her most sensitive areas. Tiny special suckers singled out her nipples and clit. Little tongues and cilia made sure every inch of her body received attention, even going so far as to lick between her toes and inside her ears.

Jennifer's pussy could not be penetrated, but the tentacles found the next best thing. A precisely crafted intruder found its way to her urethra. As it pushed its little head through Jennifer's tiniest hole, Jennifer wanted to scream. She couldn't scream though. Her breath was not her own.

She had no outlet to express her **** discomfort with this brand new sensation. She was **** just to to feel it; every strange and confusing inch from her pussy to her bladder. She felt like she needed to pee, but she couldn't. The tentacle settled into a steady rhythm of fucking her pee-hole.

At the same time the cock in her mouth settled into its own rhythm. It glided back and forth across her tongue, teasing the back of her throat. Every few thrusts it would fill her mouth with cum, which she was **** to swallow.

Jennifer's entire body had been sexualized to the furthest extent possible, with one glaring exception. The creature was saving her precious butt for last. That would be the main event.

In the meantime, the tentacles seemed determined to **** as much pleasure into Jennifer's body as possible. Despite the violent beginnings of the encounter; despite being completely unprepared for how certain parts of her body could be used; Jennifer couldn't fight the end result. She was cumming.

Jennifer was cumming harder than she ever had before. Once it started it didn't stop. She was repeatedly pushed over the edge of orgasm, only to discover even higher mountain peaks waiting just beyond.

She was a squirter who couldn't squirt. Instead her insides contracted against the intruder with building pressure. Every muscle in her body was contracting and pulsing as one.

Jennifer's mind spiralled deeper into a loop of submission.

"Sooo... Good..."

"Fuck I love this"

"I hate that I love this"

"Fuck this demon"

"Fuck me harder"

"I wish Jamie was here"

Unbeknownst to Jennifer, Jamie looked on from her vantage in the dream world; emotions similarly conflicted.

"It's being too rough"

"She shouldn't have to go through this"

"This is all my fault"

"I hate that it's stealing her innocence"

"It should be me that gets to break the little slut"