Echoes

The majority feeling seems to be: Yes, but not yet. So that's what I'm going with. Thanks for the feedback. :)

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“Oh my God I can’t remember having such a good night. Thank you Vespera, that was so fun.” You wave her forward and pat the ground beside you again. “Come on, take a rest with me.”

Vespera looks down at you lying before her, her head tilts, then she looks up and around at the interior walls of the broken tower. A few of her tentacles crawl up the stony sides. Then she looks back down at you again.

“Ves?”

She lowers, as if kneeling, at your side as her focus remains centered on you. One of her limbs glides over your stomach and another across your chest.

“Gentle.” You remind her.

“Gentle.”

Then you hear sounds, another echo from past, but this wasn’t as intelligible as the others. At first you aren’t sure what you are hearing, indecipherable rustling. Then you hear heavy breathing and the sound of clothes rubbing together. There is the noise of shifting bodies then a muted gasp followed by a hum of two voices sharing a kiss.

“What is this?” You ask.

The tip of one tentacle, very gingerly, slips into the collar of your pajamas and another slips around your closer wrist and holds it gently. The glow of your sister’s face dims slightly and she gets closer.

The sounds continue. You hear nasally breathing and more rustling of clothes then a short moan. Your heart almost stops in your chest as the next thing you hear is the voice of your best friend Grace in a hot lusty whisper. “Jacob…we shouldn’t.”

“I know.” You hear your own voice reply to her. “I want you so bad.”

“Oh Jacob! Oh God!”

Your cheeks warm with an embarrassed blush as you realize that you are hearing the night you and Grace lost your virginity to each other here in this very spot on a night not unlike this one. It was awkward, it was quick, and it soured your relationship with her for a short time thereafter but it happened, she was your first and you were hers. You hear the clumsy fumbling of two teenagers in the horny but passionless throes of making out and heavy petting. You recall how weird it felt touching your dearest childhood friend like that as if it were yesterday. Thankfully you had both long since moved past this bumbling cringe inducing moment and now could look back at it with a shared laugh.

Yet hearing the memory again in perfect audible detail was unbearable, so perfect you could even hear the subtle wet sounds of your finger sliding in and out of Grace’s pussy. Vespera had seen even this? Was there anything she hadn’t watched?

“No Ves, stop this.” You say angrily.

However, instead of stopping it, Ves pulls the shawl from her body. You couldn’t see any detail of course but after spending the night with her clothed you were very cognizant of her nudity now.

“Stop this I said. Ves, I don’t know what you think you are…”

“Nnngh!” You hear your younger self grunt. “Yeah, oh that feels good.”

“It’s so hard.” Grace whispers back. “Mmmm.” You hear the wet sounds of lips on skin as she goes down on you.

No, no, no! You knew the words that followed. The single most embarrassing thing you’d said in your life.

“I love you. I love you Grace.” Your voice from that night whispers and a sharp pang of shame runs through you. You did love Grace, very much so, but as a friend not a lover. You only said the words that night because you felt that is what you were supposed to say in such a intimate situation. Grace, always being the more clear headed of you two, did not return the empty words. God, you could still feel the humiliation of that night even now. You had acted such a fool.

Vespera pulls your near arm up by the wrist as she lowers down closer to you. She pulls your arm to her body and you feel her breast fill your open hand.

“Ves, stop this!”

“Love.” She says.

The tentacle at your collar slides in under the fabric to rub your chest just as another pulls the waistband of your pants out from your stomach and another slides down inside. The sounds of you and Grace continue in the background, at this point you were laying your friend down and getting ready to enter her. “Ouch…ssss.” You hear your friend’s voice hiss at the awkward lubeless entry. Vespera now loomed completely over you blotting out the night sky, her limbs draping down all around you.

“Love.” Her face nears yours as if moving in for a kiss, her six black eyes glimmering like you had never seen before as her tentacle begins to wrap around your cock. More are moving within your clothes now too, slithering up your legs and arms. “Love.”

“NO!” You push her face back and slap her limbs away from your groin. You yank your hand away from her breast though she pulls it right back again with irresistible ****. The one below darts back to your manhood with impatient purpose.

“Love.”

“NO! NO!” You slap at her limb that grasped your wrist with your free hand. “No Vespera! This isn’t love! Let go of me!” You kick out at her body trying to **** her off of you. Your blows seem to have no effect but you continue to fight. “This isn’t love!”

Her grip tightens, her face glows brighter, and for a moment you worry she is about to crush your hand or worse. Then all at once she lets go. The echoes of the past stop. There is a tense pause before she looks away and slinks back away from you. Immediately the dark energy that normally shrouded her begins to coalesce around her, soon filling the entire interior with that unearthly darkness and silence.

Grasping out blindly you find one of her limbs and grab it tight. “Wait!” Your voice is nearly swallowed by the gloom so you call out louder. “Please don’t go. Don’t leave.”