Elsa dreams

"Ugh, this room!" Elsa muttered in disgust as she and Wanda entered, putting their candles in the wall sconces. "It's like medieval!"

"I kind of like parts of it," Wanda answered. "It's all so old and full of history! It makes me think of knights and adventure and quests."

"Like that game you like to play?" Elsa snorted. "Pretending to be warriors and wizards and stuff? Why don't you be a wizard and cast a spell to send us all home. Or at least get some electricity and wifi."

Wanda giggled in response as she pulled her shift over her head. "I wish I could. But it's still kind of cool that this place has been here longer than...than lots of things."

"If you say so," Elsa yawned, undressing and getting into her own bed. "Go to bed and dream of ancient adventures. I'm going to dream of boys and having my phone back."

Elsa fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, sinking into a dark, warm oblivion before she began to dream.

She was walking in a complex of buildings that looked vaguely military, although it seemed utterly abandoned. She was carrying a pistol, although in real life she didn't have a clue how to use one, and she was dressed in loose military clothing. She was looking for something, something important but she didn't know what it was. She looked around, a feeling of unease and impending danger growing inside her.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere she was seized. Tentacles wrapped around her limbs, sliding under her clothes and tearing them away from her struggling body. She screamed, firing her gun at random as the tentacles wrenched at her body. When they let her go she dropped naked to the floor, slumped against a vehicle, her pistol useless and empty beside her.

She stared in horror at the tentacles as they wriggled towards her, realising that one held a lens, or perhaps an eye that watched every move she made. She gasped as a thick tentacle slipped under her knee, opening her legs, as others moved into position.

She whined in terror as the inexorable strength wrapped around her leg. She grabbed the tentacle nearest her face, feeling its fluid strength and barely aware of others probing towards her, obscene phalluses extruding from their ends, seeking her naked and unprotected body.

Gasping she tried to struggle loose, but the clutching grip was too strong, and the one in her grasp writhed and twisted, testing the limits of her strength. Her heart hammered in her chest from panic, and from a swelling, unwelcome excitement as the tentacles hovered towards her.

She gasped in shock as one tentacle plunged forward, impaling her ass. The one in her hand took the opportunity to twist loose and filled her open mouth with its slimy cock like protrusion. Her eyes started to roll back in her head as she lost the last fragments of control, her body quivering at the probing thrusts in her ass.

The dreaming Elsa moaned on her bed, her hands roaming over her body as she dreamed of her two holes being violated.

Then suddenly it was three.

Another tentacle plunged its phallus into her virgin cunt, making her grunt around the thrusting thing in her mouth. Her mind fogged at the sensation of three impalements, her hands waving futilely as her brain began to submit to the inevitable.

And without doubt, with the impalement came immense pleasure. The tentacles found her every pleasure centre, driving her half mad with excitement as she quivered with the first shocks of her impending orgasm.

The cock in her mouth was pressing down her throat, hot and pulsing, while those in her cunt and ass plunged insistently into her trembling body. Her breasts were bouncing, her nipples impossibly stiff with maddened desire, her mind ignoring her degradation as she started to come.

And now the tentacles lifted her from the floor, twisting and turning her as they continued to fuck her. She moaned and shuddered as she came over and over, loving the feel of the hot spurts of alien seed in her holes.

Her eyes were wide as she writhed in the impossibly strong coils, but she was hardly sane any more. She was barely aware of one tentacle pulling out of her holes only to be replaced by another, while yet more spurted hot cream in anticipation of their own turn.

Her thrashing body was no longer trying to escape, but rather to **** herself deeper onto the impaling cocks, bucking and twisting to take them deeper, to wring every orgasmic spasm out of them before darkness descended.

In her bed Elsa gasped as she woke suddenly still writhing but surprised that she was no longer held in bondage. Her hand was playing with her cunt, her nectar soaking her sheets, and she moaned as she rubbed her clit, urging herself to orgasm.

The memory of her dream both horrified and excited her, and she arched her back, squeezing her tits as she fingered her cunt, whining frantically as her spasms took her, her feet hammering on the mattress in her lustful bliss.