It takes a while. Meditation has never been a skill I possessed. It isn’t like I haven’t tried. Mom regularly tried to get me to understand her wellness retreats and I know the steps that I am supposed to take to get to the calm, centred state. I get distracted along the way without a proper objective. Without a finish line, I wander off. I need to know what I am striving for, not sit silently while waiting for it to come to me.
There is an objective this time, though, and I focus on that. I visualiseThem, tentacles and eyes and beautiful pink colouring. My breathing slows and my limbs tingle until I feel myself slip beneath the surface of reality.
Neon lights burst behind my eyes and I shield my face. Blue eyes watch me closely. Appendages writhe and dance before me, deliberately wrapping around me until I am lifted. My skin vibrates with each subtle squeeze from the tentacles. That same fruity smell from before hits my nose, but this time I find it familiar in a different way. I know the scent from a distant memory.
Tentacles recede until all that is holding me up in front of the monster is a single limb around my middle.
“The vessel is different for everyone. In you, this place will never be occupied because that is your choice. Become one with us and let our power fill that place.”
Randomly, horrifically, I get flashbacks to that day at the gynaecologist’s when I had an IUD inserted. How much it fucking hurt, like my guts were being torn apart from the inside as my uterus adjusted to that demonic little piece of plastic. “A pinch” my fucking ass. That thing lasted for all of two years before I demanded it be removed early.
“Will it hurt?” I set my face, ready for them to say yes, that pain seals the bond or some other crazy fucking shit.
“No, sweet one, you may feel nothing, or you may feel pleasure. We do not cause pain for those who wish to serve us. You will see soon enough.”
The safe answer is nothing, to get this bonding over with and with zero feeling, to get out of this as unscathed as possible. I have already been through hell and back in the past 24 hours. But as my fingers slip over the tentacle at my middle, my skin begins to thrum with new life. The rage in me, the simmering in my blood swells inside of me and pulses between my legs at the one base thought.
Release.
From my old life and expectations, from the feeling of hands that don’t belong, from the hurt of her sudden rejection. If only for a short while, I want to be free of everything but carnal release.
“Pleasure,” I demand, before softly saying. “Just be gentle.”
The neon flares before the pink glow outlining the tentacles soften. The eyes converge into six, and suddenly, a form takes shape. Their mass of tentacles becomes curvy, a womanly torso with tentacles for legs and hair. They smooth a human-like hand through the masses and smile. They tower over me with a look that speaks of the pleasure they can bring me.
“How is this? Or would…”They trail off, a webbed hand smoothing over their body to reveal a flatter, more masculine chest.
“No.” I reach out to them.
While I have nothing against men and have dated a couple, women have always been my preference. How could they not be? Even one as alien to me, with a mass of tentacles, has a form more beautiful than any man. The slick suppleness of their deep teal skin calls to me. My fingers shake as they skate across the expanse of their collarbone. The tip of their clawed finger touches my jaw carefully, deliberately.
“Tenderness,”they murmur, trailing their gaze from my lips to my breasts, to my mound.“For a soft creature as sweet as you, we would offer nothing less.”
“What should I call you?” The tentacle around my middle lifts me higher until I am floating over their mouth.
“When your pleasure peaks and your body opens to us, you may call out the name we have accepted.”Their breath ghosts across my skin and I shudder at the warmth. Two more tentacles slide up my legs. They slither across the inside of my thighs until I am spread wide enough to accommodate the size of their head. My legs are swallowed up to my knees by their hair and the tendrils hold me open. The tentacles leave a trail of slick behind that sets my skin alight as they trace the pronounced curves of my body up to my breasts.
My lips part as something latches on to my nipples. The contact makes my body burn. Each breath I draw grows quicker and quicker as they softly suckle at the peaks. They keep their eyes locked on my pussy. I’ve never had a partner so absorbed in me, in watching the manifestation of my pleasure grow. Only when I am shaking, grinding my hips in the air for friction that isn’t there, do they speak again.
“Love.”
I scream at the first touch of their tongue on my neglected flesh. They lap the arousal they caused, drink me down like they have never been satisfied in such a way. The tentacles attached to my breasts unlatch and I groan. My nipples are sore, hard brown peaks now slick with Love’s juices.
“More,” I whimper, my fingers digging into the tentacle wrapped around my middle.
Their eyes meet mine, and then the thinner tentacles are massaging my breasts. The tips flick my nipples in turn and each touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. My eyes close and my jaw loosens. Love’s sharp teeth tease my flesh as their tongue teases my pussy, thrusting in only to keep licking.
Months spent with just my vibrator have left me hypersensitive to the touch of another and whatever lube is coming off of these tentacles is driving me right to the edge of exploding. My thighs tremble around their head and I am already so close.
“Fuck,” I shout when they tease my clit. “Fuck, please.”
“Breathe, sweet one,”their voice rumbles over my pussy. As I inhale, I feel the coil relax in my core, and I do as they command.
I suck down a shaky breath and my lower muscles relax. Love lazily strokes me with their tongue, each glide sending shocks of pleasure through me that I breathe through. When the tentacle around me tightens I don’t even feel it. Pleasure courses so joyously through me that my limbs feel heavy and free.
“There you are,”Love’s mouth doesn’t stop working, but I hear them clear as day.“Good girl.”
A shiver racks through my body at the simple words and my breath threatens to stay locked inside me. Even the slightest hint of approval that I am performing well sends me rocketing into an orgasm. At that slightest hitch, my exhale brings forth my climax. Staring into their blue eyes, I feel euphoric and light bursts across my vision in pink shards. My body trembles as wave after wave of relief threatens to pull me under a deeper spell.
