It's not quite over yet. (Day 2 Part 1)

Slowly, but surely, the darkness around you steadily begins to fade away.
The first thing to return to you, is your sense of touch, or feeling, which first reveals what feels like a dull sensation of something rapidly 'pushing' back and forth against your lower body. Woozily, you try to open one eye and look around, but it takes nearly a minute to even focus anything. At least, that's what you think, since everything around you seems to be constantly jumping up and down. One thing you can tell for sure, though, is that everything appears to be right-side up again.

As the feeling in your toes finally returns, you notice that your entire body almost feels like it was run over by a freight train. Everything is sore, expecially the area between your legs. That's when you realize just what that 'pushing' sensation was. The blob is still hammering away at you.

This time it simply has you suspended, holding your legs up and apart by the knees again with your arms behind your back, sorta like it did originally. Only now, it's got one of those fist-thick tendrils, with quite a few of those really thin tendrils wrapped around it, rapidly hammering in and out of your thoroughly stretched and sore cunny. That seems to be the only thing it has working on you right now, other than an 'average-sized' tendril thrusting up and down between your breasts, which happened to be squeezed together by another tentacle wrapped around them both.

You still feel like you're in a daze. You don't even bother to put up a fight, you just practically go limp in the creature's grasp and let your eyes roll back as it continues to have its way with you. You let out an occasional weak moan, but you're just too exhausted to do anything else.

Even so, you can still feel your cunny almost instinctively clench around that thick tentacle combo as it starts up that oh-so-familiar shuddering and twitching. The one between your breasts does the same, and you let your head fall back, mouth hung open as it moves up, wriggles between your lips and starts blasting its load down your throat into your already-full stomach. You almost welcome the huge bulge of seed squeezing between your legs, along with the much smaller ones around it. Yet another series of hot blasts of spunk pour into you, and flood out onto the ground below.

You barely notice when it's finished, but when the tentacles slide free of your abused womanhood, you almost feel empty. Luckily for you, it seems the burning aphrodisiac has worn off over time, but the soreness of your body almost seems to replace it.

With all your dizziness and confusion, you barely notice just how long the creature has backed off after a while. It seems like nearly ten minutes pass before you start to move again. Now the creature seems to be slowly lowering you backwards, but why?