A Rough Awakening

You woke up looking at your ceiling. The environment had changed, but the sensations of your dream remained. You panicked as you still could not move, and something slimy was covering and invading your mouth. It tasted sweet, as the slimy tendril wrestled with your tongue. The feeling on your cock and balls continued, and you shifted your head to look down.

The scene was one from some Lovecraftian horror as this glinting pink and purple mass was wrapped thoroughly around you. Tentacles wriggled in all directions, and the entire being flexed and oozed on you, forcing waves of intense pleasure to flow through you.

Longer appendages held you restrained in your bed, stronger than you could struggle against. The slime pumped its body on your cock relentlessly. The inside felt nothing like a pussy. Nothing felt as good as this did. You could feel the hungry churning of the slime bringing you to another orgasm. You watched as it absorbed your thick cum, growing larger with each release.

It shook as if elated by your ejaculation, and you could feel it desperately sucking the remains out of your urethra. Tendrils swelled around each of your balls, pulling and kneading them. All the while, the creature never stopped or slowed its pace. Your cock ached as another load was drawn from your exhausted body. The constant state of orgasm left you reeling and seeing stars.

After what seemed like an eternity, your cock could no longer get hard again. You were thoroughly drained, but the creature did not relent. A dripping tendril crept its way to your exposed ass. It dragged its slimy essence up and down until pressing resolutely against your hole.

It entered you, and you felt a twinge of discomfort for only a moment. That pain quickly faded as its bulbous head swelled and pressed firmly against your prostate. The sudden **** made you groan and your eyes to roll, but the tendril in your mouth muffled you. The tentacle in your ass continued to rub vigorously against your prostate causing your once defeated cock to rise from the dead.

Once roused again, the slime pulsed and changed its form on your cock. Ridges and bumps designed to hit all your most sensitive spots formed inside the slimy torturer. It vigorously pulled another load from your balls, relentlessly pumping. You were beginning to fade in and out of consciousness.

A thin tendril entered your ear. It may have hurt, but you could barely feel anything beyond the ruthless milking of your cock.

You were afraid and exhausted, but a voice suddenly called out in your mind in a sultry female tone, “Rest. I’ll need more than your mind will be able to bear while conscious. Sleep, and we can speak in the morning.”

The voice echoed in your head, and in your current state you had **** but to obey. Your mind could no longer take this level of stimulation, and you passed out.