“Love,” I moan.
The tentacles on my breasts are still teasing, still working me up like I didn’t have a mind-altering orgasm. My clit throbs in time with my nipples, but I feel empty still. They aren’t done with me yet, though.
They move me, masses of tentacles surround me, coat me in slick fluid that makes me feel like an exposed nerve. One touch and I will cum until I pass out from the sensation. Their near human form dissolves and all that is left is masses of tentacles.
They caress my neck, my fingertips, my lips. A single one slides against my teeth and flavours of hot summer days and pomegranate burst on my tongue. I try to suck down more of the addictive juice, but the tentacle moves away. Not a part of me remains untouched and I want that to never change. I want to feel this, feel them forever.
“You are ours, Delphini, your sweet essence is one we shall savour into the new age and beyond.”
As they speak, pale pink illuminates my chest. I inhale sharply at the sight, the soft burn of the light on my flesh. My eyes focus enough that I can see the faint design of tentacles curling across my skin. Love touches it, traces their tentacle over my heart even as they continue to play my body so tenderly.
“Are you ready to receive our power?”they ask. A cool whisper across my overheated skin.
“Yes, yes, please, Love.”
It begins with a small touch. The tip of a tentacle teases my pussy, wide and soft, rather than hard, until my body relaxes. They press so gently inside of me I sigh with relief. They move slowly with tentative thrusts that push deeper with each stroke. I beg them for more as their tenderness turns to torture.
“Love,” I grip onto a tentacle over my head and the sucker kisses my palm, the inside of my wrist. “Please, fill me.”
“Shh, sweet one,”they whisper again and my whole body shivers. I clench around the tentacle inside of me and they all pulse.“Be patient.”
More suckers kiss at my skin, while the teasing at my nipples changes once again to suckling. Another moan leaks from my slack lips. I can’t keep up, my sense of rise and fall like waves, my body and theirs drift away from me under their constant touch. Their tentacles move inside me with a smooth, aching rhythm. It isn’t until there is a hard push against me that the sensation of fullness inside of me overwhelms the other touches.
I’m restrained by pulsing, glowing tentacles and my pussy is stretched beyond anything I have felt before. It isn’t too much, though; all I feel is a pressure inside of me that is begging for release. As if hearing my thoughts, a tentacle inside of me twists and I feel the sucker latch onto the wall of my pussy.
My back bows as an orgasm, one so fierce I hear the tiny splash of my release, rips through me. Every part of me shakes as Love’s thrusts become more forceful, with each clench of my muscles I feel the change in them. The way the tentacles swell and undulate inside of me.
“You are ready, sweet one. Do you accept this power?”
I’m half out of my mind with pleasure, yet I know I need this. No matter how much I want to drown in this moment, there is more outside of the prison. I need Love’s power to prove myself, to her and everyone else, this is where I am meant to be now.
“Yes.” My voice is steady, strong despite the fact I am boneless and unable to lift even my neck to look down at my body. “I accept.”
Love’s light surges, their tentacles shudder underneath me, and something touches deeper than before. It tickles, neither a pinch nor a relief. My brow furrows as my body tries to adjust. Tentacles inside me thrust slowly. Suckers work hard across me and more slime coats me.
“Be a good girl, sweet one, keep breathing.”
On my next inhale, I know what’s happening. I don’t know how I know, although the feeling is so unlike anything I have ever felt before. The pulsing, the swelling– Love is implanting something inside of me. A moan rips through me.
What the fuck is wrong with me? My pussy clenches like it is trying to hold everything inside of it and tears slip down my cheeks. My body burns with a searing pain-pleasure that isn’t natural but is so addicting.
“You’ve done so well, just as we have asked. Take your reward.”
A sucker attaches to my clit when I think I can’t take any more, when I am too full. Pink shards of light whirl and I explode. My mind separates from my quivering body and I am surrounded by warmth. The pink of the lights lowers to a deep magenta colour that reminds me of the pomegranate myYiayiawould pick from her tree. Serenity settles over me.
The brush of Love’s tentacles across my skin is the only thing that keeps me anchored in a sea of euphoria.
Chapter eight
Delphini
Thecoldcellflooris a harsh reality to return to.
Bursting out of my trance is like resurfacing after being caught underwater for too long. I gasp and roll to my side like I’ve been pulled from the ocean once again, ready to spit up salt water. My hand brushes over my chest and the subtle, curved marking from Love. Etched lines cross with small, raised circles to form a phone-sized knot between my breasts. I flatten my palm to it and feel the warmth.
I sit up and realise I’m the same. No, I feel like I could run a mile without breaking a sweat. I check the rest of myself over and find a large etching on my skin below my belly button. The positioning of it is obvious, but I can’t help the chuckle that comes out of me. I’m losing my mind, but at least these tattoos make me look badass.
In the silence, I evaluate myself, physically and mentally. My body is whole. There isn’t a feeling of pain anywhere. I’m not sticky from the time I spent with Love. I should be grateful for that. Before all this, my preferred idea of aftercare was a long hot bath, something to ease sore muscles and wash away any traces of my partner or lube. Now, I wish I was a little bit sticky, just to prove I was in a whole other dimension.
