The major classification of this story is NonHuman but it has elements of NonConsent and Horror in it as well. Possibly romance, but that's debatable
Thank you to everyone who's continued to read and follow. For those wondering I will get back to the Spa Game universe eventually, this is just the story I'm working through right now.
Kimberly floated on a gentle sea, the waves rocking her slowly. The pool noodles she rested on kept her mostly out of the water, but didn't prevent the soothing rocking motion from massaging her body. Then the noodles started to move and slide on her body and Kimberly panicked, suddenly worried they were being pulled away by some creature. The rush of adrenaline woke her.
"The creature is your lover, dear."
The previous night came rushing back to Kimberly, and she realized the "pool noodles" were Demorelle's tentacles. She lay on the bed face up, naked, and her lover's appendages had snaked down her back on either side of her spine and coiled around her thighs, which they were now spreading apart.
"Demorelle, I don't know-"
"It is morning, lover. I need breakfast. And I know you need a good wakeup call."
One of the tentacles pushed into Kimberly's vagina, plunging deep on the first thrust. Kimberly objected at first but it turned into a pleading moan; the penetration made Kimberly aware of exactly how horny she was. She'd sometimes woken up feeling randy, but nothing like how she felt then.
Another tentacle slid under her back from the side and turned her on her side, where Demorelle's hands waited for Kimberly's ample breasts to fall into them. She immediately began kneading the petite Asian's oversized mammaries, her cool hands and her expert massaging causing Kimberly's nipples to rise immediately. Soon Demorelle's impossible tongue snaked out and began licking back and forth between the two buds.
The sudden and intense assault on her obvious pleasure centers before she was fully awake meant Kimberly's orgasm came on quick. She spasmed suddenly, grabbing Demorelle's arms and holding her still, forgetting that at the moment, the thing invading her pussy didn't move with her lover's body. Still, Demorelle stopped moving it and it slid out, making a very wet sound. Kimberly felt almost painfully empty as the invader disappeared.
"That will hold me for a while," Demorelle said, her voice still mostly neutral but with the slightest hint of a tease, "Unless...?"
"More," Kimberly said, and tried not to think about how much she sounded like the woman from the alley.
"How much more, hmm?" Demorelle asked, and Kimberly felt the end of one of her tentacles tracing lines on her ass cheeks.
Kimberly reached up and pulled Demorelle's head in for a kiss. As their tongues dueled, Kimberly somehow felt her lust rising even higher, as if that orgasm had sated nothing and only served to increase her need.
Kimberly broke the kiss and said, "Do it. Fuck me. I'll make you service me until I scream when I cum."
"I prefer quieter mornings," Demorelle said, "Screaming doesn't fit into that."
Kimberly yelped a bit as all four tentacles coiled around key points and started repositioning her. First she was lifted off the bed and spun around, so she faced Demorelle's feet in an upright sitting pose. Then the tentacles began forcing her to bend forward, but held her legs in place.
"No. No, I'm not that flexible!"
"You are, dear. You just don't know it."
One of the tentacles coiled around her knees and then looped behind her neck and was slowly tightening, forcing her to bend into a pretzel; if they kept tightening her ankles would end up behind her head. Her hamstrings burned and pulled and Kimberly panted as the sensations increased, and because as she was forced to bend, her pussy and ass became more and more exposed. The tension and anticipation had her heart pounding, and she was having difficulty separating her fear from her arousal.
Finally the tentacle stopped contracting. Kimberly's ears were level with her knees, and she found herself looking down at Demorelle's cock in detail for the first time. It was smoother than a penis, though not as smooth as the tentacles; loose skin covered the shaft, but it lacked a clear "head" like a man's penis, and the opening seemed to be a cross instead of a slit. At the base, there was no ballsack; it simply seemed to protrude from the top of Demorelle's vaginal slit, as if it were an overgrown clitoris. Demorelle spread her legs a bit and Kimberly could see her pussy lips clearly, swelled, red, and wet with arousal.
Kimberly reached around with her arms and gripped the shaft. It had the same coolness as Demorelle's skin, something she remembered from the night before, but the skin moved as she started pumping it. As she used her hands, she felt herself being lowered. The penis was inexorably approaching her head, and she knew what was expected. She opened her mouth and accepted the organ into her mouth, running her tongue and lips over the smooth, cool skin.
At the same time as the penis entered her mouth, a tentacle slid into her pussy again, this time at the same speed and depth as she took the cock. As Kimberly bobbed her head, the thing inside her began moving in the same pattern. Kimberly smiled at the game Demorelle played, though she'd been hoping, given their position, Demorelle might make more use of her tongue than she had been.
Kimberly worked her lover's cock aggressively, trying to get more and more inside and get deeper penetration for herself in kind. Demorelle's cock was slightly thicker and longer than average based on what Kimberly'd seen or experienced, but she preferred women as lovers and didn't have a lot of practice sucking cock. Deep throating was certainly not something she'd done regularly, and this was the first time she regretted that.
Still, her efforts with her mouth and tongue were having some effect as Demorelle began thrusting back as Kimberly bobbed. The thrusts forced more of the cock down her throat and helped Kimberly overcome her own reluctance. Soon enough, the tip hit the back of her mouth on each thrust. The mirror tentacle, by that point, was thrusting at least six inches into Kimberly's hole, more than enough to stroke her g-spot and press her pussy walls nicely.
Kimberly would have been happy to do that for as long as it took, but Demorelle upped the ante again. Just as she was settling into a rhythm, Kimberly felt something thin and wet circle the tentacle in her pussy and then travel up across her taint. By the texture and wetness she knew it was Demorelle's tongue, and soon enough it swirled all over her rosebud, stimulating nerve endings and cooling off her backdoor. Kimberly clenched involuntarily every time the tongue passed her puckered hole, something that always seemed to match when Demorelle's cock was at its deepest point in her throat.
"Relax, honey, or I'll make you," Demorelle said with a sweet but demanding tone.
The tongue circled farther from the center and Demorelle's thrusting slowed. Kimberly pulled her mouth off the cock and used her hands while she concentrated on relaxing. As soon as she relaxed her muscles, Demorelle's tongue speared into her asshole. Kimberly clenched again, but the tongue had already breached the ring, so she clamped on it and was rewarded with the strange but not unpleasant sensation of clenching her sphincter around a writhing tongue. The motions sent pleasant tingles around her ass and she relaxed again, whereupon the tongue pushed deeper and began writhing around in her rear passage. Kimberly moaned appreciatively.
