Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 01

"Nurse Paige," I gasped. "Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you for curing my hysterics."

She took a final lick and then giggled, "You're welcome, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

"You look just lovely, child," she smiled. "Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Wasn't that the best? I never felt more relaxed than after her treatment. The way the paroxysm bubbled through me was exhilarating."

"It was sinful," I gasped.

"Oh, no," she said. "You can't say that. It's not a sin. It's just helping each other out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The teachers want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

"I never had trouble focusing with my governess," I objected.

"But you're eighteen now. Maturing. Things are different. Hysterics only affect mature woman. And you don't want your schooling to suffer, right?"

I swallowed. "I...but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it sinful?"

"She's a..." I lowered my voice, "...lesbian."

"No," gasped Tabitha. "It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wonderful doesn't mean it's a sin. Okay?"

I bit my lip. I wasn't sure any longer. "Okay."

"Good." Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classrooms were on the first few floors with the top ones devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her back. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta." She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest dimples when she smiled. I didn't catch all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything," Maria laughed. "Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does," Geneva said with a nod. "I would mind my P's and Q's with her and be diligent in your study."

"What does she teach?" Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

My new friend blanched. "Lord defend, but I imagine I'll be the first one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your grade, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a hand on her wrist and asked, "Any other teachers who are inclined towards corporal punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict discipline. But Miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do believe she enjoys the sight of a girl's well-pinked bottom."

"You mean...she enjoys staring at our naked rears?"

"After being well-flogged," nodded the prefect. "There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

Tabitha leaned over. "Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female problem. I wouldn't mind Geneva's tongue stimulating my clitoris."

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the first floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zags. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

"Mmm, I can't wait to get to bed," she purred as she pushed back her plate. "I'm all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you're all aflutter."

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoats. My back straightened. The lewd light shining in her blue eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I couldn't handle this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I couldn't face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side door into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body's heat. What was wrong with this school? Teachers who wanted to spank their student's bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick other girl's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

It was all mad. It couldn't be a real place.

I looked up at the stars, wishing I was back home.

A star fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it's progress. It didn't extinguish in a single heart beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A loud boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no more nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

~ ~ ~

Warning beeped in Merita's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems status. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

"Oh, no," she gasped, two of her tentacles rubbing together. "Oh, no, that's not good."

She pressed another button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It couldn't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

~ ~ ~

My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a small lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it wasn't a bit of rock like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other creatures once dwelt in the hills and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magical egg.

What should I do?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a large rock jutting out of the crater floor and--

~ ~ ~

Merita gasped as the native's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien's craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"Status," Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her entire body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes."

"Oh, no," gasped Merita. "Bring her in. We have to heal her."

"That is a violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

"I don't care. Override. We can't let her die. Seeing my craft has already interfered in her life."

"Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override," Merita said, staring at the poor native's face, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

~ ~ ~

The first thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next thing I realized was I wasn't alone.

I laid recline on a seat, my head throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and...waking up.

Did I hit my head and fall unconscious? Where was I? And who was staring at me?

The face was a young girl's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts small mounds, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My heart raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I couldn't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking lights didn't cover it.

"Can you understand me?" the faerie answered in a melodic voice.

I nodded my head. "A-are you...going to...hurt m-me?"

"No," she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my naked stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

"I won't hurt you," she answered. "I'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your language is so strange."

"I can," I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my small breast. The end curled up to the top and brushed my nipple.

It hardened pink against her purple and a tingle ran through me.

"What are you doing?"

"Bonding with you," she answered. "It's the only way for the medical procedure to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me?" I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet, like honey. I didn't know what to do. Why was she kissing me?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I couldn't help it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes," she purred, breaking the kiss as my finger traced her. "Yes, yes. I feared you did not know sex since my scans show you are a virgin."

"Scans?" I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my inner thigh met my groin. Just so close.

"But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke lower. I like to be touched...yes, there."

I stroked her lower back, right where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

"Oh, you are getting so wet and juicy," purred Merita. "And you taste delicious."

"Taste?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. So sweet. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey's tentacle.

She smiled at me. "What a sweet gift you've given me. What is your name?"

"Henrietta," I gasped as the tentacle pressed harder.

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my name, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle tore through my hymen and entered me.

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet," moaned Merita, breaking our kiss again. "Oh, yes, it is so wonderful to bond with you."

"Uh-huh," I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clitoris was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered. "I...I...could lick your pussy...and...and cure your hysterics."

"Make me cum?" she asked, her eyes widening.

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It didn't feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her lips were a deep purple. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.