Oneiric Lover

Amy opened her eyes, groggily staring at the ceiling.

It had been an odd night, which had kept her tossing and turning and drifting in and out of sleep.

She felt tired and stiff, but oddly, also calm and at peace.

Her room was eerily quiet, the midnight shadows dancing across its surfaces as if running away from the dim moonlight coming in from the window; her breath the only sound permeating everything.

The surface of the ceiling seemed to bend and warp in odd shapes due to her blurred vision, but she couldn't help having her gaze locked into a single point above her, almost like a beacon to her being.

She tried to move again to one side, trying to shake off this odd sensation, but to her surprise, her body felt stiff and unwilling to move.

Normally, a jolt of panic would have shaken her out of her stupor, but for some bizarre reason, she still felt oddly calm, despite knowing that she should be at least concerned.

Unable to look away, she focused on that dark point that her gaze seemed locked with, and as she did so, the surrounding room seemed to blur, as if it was fabric that was getting its threads pulled.

Slowly, a soft glow came from the point above her, as if a rip or breach of the very air was forming, the colours beyond it so utterly eldritch that Amy would have not found words to describe them.

She tried to speak, but only a soft moan came from her lips.

From the "breach" right above her, Amy saw with some surprise as what appeared to be vines of a rubbery substance creeped towards her, as if growing down an invisible wall.

Once more, she was more surprised about her lack of shock or panic than anything else, and the thought occurred to her that she might be dreaming.

Settling on this idea, she tried to relax and take in this bizarre midnight scene; for since she felt no fear or panic, she might as well try to enjoy it.

The creeping vines reached her bed and slowly started wrapping around her exposed head and shoulders, pushing her bedcovers away as they trailed down her body.

These vines were thin and soft, and their tender movements along her skin and hair felt so different from the gentle caresses of a lover.

Amy moaned in response to the growing mesh of tightening tendrils around her, shivering in delight from their touch and the playful feeling of restraint they gave her.

Just as she was giving in to the wonderful feeling of her odd midnight visitor, she spotted a thicker, yet not by much, vine or tentacle creep out of the breach above her. It was about the girth of a thumb, and unlike the tender soft tips of the other tendrils, this one ended with something that looked like a spike or thick needle.

Despite this new, more threatening guest in her room, she still felt at ease, and her eyes followed the swaying of this new appendage with curiosity.

Suddenly, the sharp tentacle stopped swaying, and with a whip-like move of insane speed and precision, it stabbed her exactly at the centre of her pale forehead.

While Amy could feel the force and pressure it was exerting against her skull, there was no pain, in fact, the tentacle's attempts to push through into her head felt oddly pleasant.

With an odd wet sound, the tentacle seemed to press right into her forehead, and her eyes rolled back as an unimaginable feeling of ecstasy flowed through her whole body.

It felt as if the thing lobbed into her head was growing or pumping something directly into her brain, and whatever it was, made her feel aroused and blissful beyond measure, her nightie and bedsheet literally getting soaked in her sudden wetness.

A tingle in her mind talked to her, not with words, but with feelings and sensations; it told her how pleased it was to have found her and how readily she was accepting it.

A sudden jolt of pleasure that almost made her orgasm exploded through her body, and her midnight visitor let her know that this and more was in her future if she continued to be so docile.

The drowsy girl smiled as she bit her lip, so utterly entranced that resistance was not something she could even conceive at this moment.

More tendrils wrapped around her frame, sliding under her bedsheets and tightly binding her. The visitor seemed to particularly like her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them just enough to give her pleasure.

Another thick tentacle slowly dropped from the breach, ribbed and phallic in look. It slithered its way towards her face, and Amy was so entranced by its lewd appearance that her lips were already parted when it prodded against her mouth.

This new appendage pushed her jaw open, and gently rubbed itself on the inside of her mouth and her tongue. Its taste was difficult to describe, a mixture of salty and sweet, and it made her quiver as its ridges ground against her palate.

Just as she was happily suckling and lavishly licking the delightful tentacle in her mouth, it tensed and with a brutal thrust shoved itself deep down her throat, making her skin bulge with its pulsing ridges.

After a moment of shock, Amy couldn't help but to relax as much as she could, her throat and mouth so slack that it might have been a wet and ready pussy for the being.

The creature thrust again and again into her, making her feel used and dirty, but in a way that had her fuzzy and content inside. Her hips thrust on their own, her arousal so savage that the neediness on her nethers was unbearable.

As if reading her mind, something in the tentacle lobbed into her forehead pulsed, and it felt as if more of itself grew or rooted into her brain, and as it did, Amy was shocked to feel an overwhelming rush of excitement.

Whatever the creature had done, had made it feel as if her throat being used like this was equally pleasant as if she was getting railed in her pussy.

She couldn't help but gurgle a moan as the vines tightened against her, immobilising her as she thrashed about in the throes of orgasm.

The tentacle ravaging her throat sped up, throbbing with power as her mind blanked out in delight.

With a final, brutal thrust, a torrent of liquid came pouring down Amy's throat, filling her with warmth as it slid directly to her stomach.

And as it did, she orgasmed as hard as she could even conceive, just from having had her throat used like this.

The creature held her against the bed as her body convulsed in joy, her pussy throbbing with wetness.

As a feeling of calm and warmth washed over her, the tentacle down her throat retreated, and Amy found herself suckling it desperately on its way out.

Some final lashes of the creatures' seed landed on her tongue, allowing her to taste the nectar that had driven her so insane.

It was like a sweet sap that made her whole body tingle, she couldn't help but to crave more.

She laid there, panting like an animal in heat, still utterly enthralled by her visitor, when the tendrils that binder her pulled her legs apart and raised her thighs, exposing her nethers, but particularly her tight little ass.

A whorish moan filled the room as the creature pumped something into her brain again, letting her know how pleased it was with her.

Yet another phallic looking tentacle slithered out of the breach, this one very pointy, almost like a blunted spike, and like a snake it landed on her bedsheets and undulated towards her ass.

Amy bit her lip, not even a drop of anxiety in her, excited to feel what her new friend had in store for her.

With a thrust that would have made a legendary spearman jealous, the tentacle rammed itself down her ass, pushing her flesh aside as Amy's body arched in surprise and delight.

Before she could scream in joy, multiple tendrils wrapped around her mouth, muzzling her voice and holding her head against the pillow, and keeping her eyes focused on the breach.

The tentacle pushed deeper and deeper, making wet sounds as it lathered itself in her juices that were dripping non-stop over it from her needy pussy.

It was as if the creature wanted to fuck her all the way to the stomach, for Amy wasn't sure how deep it was pushing, just that she could feel her whole insides stir and that with each push another of its delightful ridges made her shake and tremble in the throes of orgasm.

She was no virgin flower, and anal sex was not new to her, but she had genuinely never felt this good.

As her mind melted and her stomach bulged from the delightful intrusion, she felt the creature tighten its grip inside her head, and with each root her mind didn't contract, but expand, opening to depths of sensation that were unimaginable just hours ago.

Even with her eyes fixated upward onto the breach, her senses expanded, and she could "see", for lack of a better word, the true scale of her midnight visitor.

They were overwhelming, as big as a universe, the tendrils slipping through but an infinitely small part of it, prodding into the frayed reaches of space, hungry to know what was beyond its reality.

The being liked Amy, finding her soft, warm and pleasing, they wanted to put a bit of them in her, so they may explore this reality together.

And from the feeling of this, they also really liked making her orgasm like a whore in heat.

Amy decided to just relax and let things continue as they were happening, she had no strength to fight, nor she really wanted to, because despite the creature's intimidating enormity, she could only feel curiosity and delight from it. They really liked pleasuring her, and she was happy with this.

A silly grimace of joy was drawn on her face as her insides were stirred even harder; lashes of pleasant quivering wracking her body after every thrust.

It was impossible to hide the orgasm she was building up, the tension in her hips and heaving of her chest so savage it felt as if she was about to snap.

Noticing this, probably before even she did, her midnight visitor hastened their thrusts while gently twisting and whirling the phallus like tentacle inside her.

This was too much, and Amy tensed up as her whole body was overtaken by another brutal orgasm, shaking so hard one might have thought she was having a seizure.

In response, the visitor unloaded another torrent of that sweet sap inside her, filling her up as if she was nothing more than a fleshy water balloon.

Despite her quivering, Amy clenched her holes so hard that she was surprised she hadn't ripped the tentacle clean off.

As her trembling subsided, the creature started to slowly pull out of her ravaged ass, its ridges making dirty wet sounds as they pulled out of her segment by segment, each one sending waves of through her body as if she was having a tiny orgasm with each one.

The vines muzzling her and holding her head pulled back, giving her once more the freedom to breathe deeply and moan, which she did with loud abandon.

Her eyes looked up again into the dreamy haze of the breach, just as her visitor squeezed her breasts more, obviously pleased with her voluptuousness.

The tentacle taking root into her mind via her forehead tingled, and she felt as if something had come through it, making itself comfortable in the literal recesses of her brain.

Her little guest had arrived.

It was odd to share a mind, but surprisingly not uncomfortable or painful.

Certainly it helped that her guest had no interest in most human matters, only having come to her due to sheer curiosity.

Amy's arousal, however, did not subside, the creature had awoken something in her that she could not put back.

She found out that while the vines still wrapped around her, they were holding her less tightly, and her hands gravitated towards her body as if in a mindless haze, caressing her skin and groping her breasts.

Little moans of happiness accompanied each touch, the feeling enhanced tenfold by her new guest.

Slowly, she tried to drift to her ravenous nethers, but to her surprise, the vines stopped her, holding her down again as she raised and shook her hips like a needy animal.

A little groan escaped her lips, begging, almost like an animal.

From the breach, a final tentacle dropped on her belly, it was easily double the size of the others, its segmented flexible frame like that of a thickly ridged toy, and it drooled sweet burning sap over her skin as it slithered down her pussy lips, coiling between her legs like a humongous snake ready to strike.

The face of excitement on Amy was without compare, and the lovely redhead could do nothing but thrusting her hips towards it, totally in heat for her new-found friend.

With a thrust that would have made a legendary spearman jealous, the tentacle pushed into her slit, reaching as deep as her womb in one perfect, smooth movement.

Amy's mind seemed to explode with a flood of joyful sensations, and her whole body went limp as her new friend thrust so deep and hard inside her, it seemed like they wanted to impale her.

Her belly shook and bulged with each push of the visitor's ridges, and just as she was starting to refocus and regain her composure, the tentacle that had been pleasing her rear just minutes before reappeared and renewed its attack, pushing deep into her core, both phallic invaders rubbing against each other through her flesh.

She opened her mouth wide in a breathless scream, tightly grabbing at the soaked bedsheets.

Before she could attempt to vocalise even a moan, the first tentacle her visitor had used slithered into her mouth, making her eyes roll as it teased the back of her throat, the tingle driving her insane as her gag reflex appeared to be completely gone.

Reduced to a little bag of beautiful flesh, Amy went limp and just enjoy the feeling of drifting off on a torrent of delight, her senses so overwhelmed, only the connection to her new friend kept her sane.

Said friend seemed to do a big final push into her forehead, and Amy could feel as if a final piece of him had been lodged inside her.

However, the savage amount of orgasms she was having was keeping her rather distracted, her insides so pummelled by her lover she wasn't sure how they were still in one piece.

Not that it mattered, for if she were to pass away at that moment, she would have done so with a smile.

The world seemed to stop spinning for a moment that felt an eternity, and Amy felt as if her mind was being liquified or made into putty, ready to be moved or rearranged in any way her guest wanted.

Despite it, she enjoyed the feeling, for she felt her friend comb through all that was her and discard those things that made her mind a rather untidy and painful place to be.

Just as her friend was finishing, the throbbing on the tentacles reached their apex, and Amy allowed herself to be utterly knocked out from the overwhelming sensation of all three unloading at the same time.

Her eyes closed as her body shivered and trembled, experiencing utterly unnatural levels of pleasure.

And she was gone, the fog of her mind drifting through the void in an absolute and pleasant quiet.

She wasn't aware how long she was like this, but when her eyes finally opened, it was daylight.

The tender rays of the sun caressed her skin, which tingled still from the midnight visit.

Her bed was a disaster, bedsheets ripped, mattress soaked and the frame looking like a jungle had grown through it.

But she felt... fine, more than fine, actually, happy and at peace in a way that she had never felt before.

As her mind awoke, she realised that she was not alone in her own head.

She blinked with the third eye that now decorated her forehead, a window for her friend to see the world with her.

A mental caress spread through her bones, easing her being into this unusual experience.

Slowly, a smile appeared on her face.

What a lovely experience, and she was so hungry to see the world and share it with her new friend.

And perhaps... share her new friend with others, it was greedy to keep good things just to oneself, after all.

With a naughty grin, she got up, ready for what was to come.

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