Waking April

April woke up in a sweat. Her tank top clinging to her back as she sat up to catch her breath. She tried to shake away the fog to see what startled her awake. The faint light through the curtain casting shadows on the wall, none of them distinct shapes. Something tugged at her consciousness, calling her back into the dreams that were so vivid only moments before. She grabbed for her water bottle on the nightstand, took a deep swallow, and reached over to crack her window to catch the slight breeze. Then she lay back onto her pillow and tried to recapture her dream, if only to understand what startled her. Her eyes begin to droop and soon she was dreaming again.

She didn't notice the eyes watching her from the corner of the room.

He waited, patiently allowing her to reach a deep sleep phase again before stretching forward once more. His arm reached towards her warmth, stretching beyond it's capacity, extending into a slender tentacle. Sliding it under the blanket, moving slowing to her calf. He paused to take a deep breath and steady himself before venturing slightly further, making contact with her silky skin once more. She stirred, ever so slightly, flexing her calf, and then extending it towards him, as if to invite his touch. His tentacle warmed where her skin touched him, causing an ache inside him. He advanced, very slowly inching along her muscular calf, the divot beside her knee. As he approached her thigh, the warmth grew under his touch, and he stepped closer to the bed, desperate to be near enough to hear her breathing. His tentacle slowly snaked around her thigh, from the outside of her leg to the inside, he could hear her breath catch and feel her leg shift to the side, creating space between her thighs. He paused again, as this is where she woke the last time. She shifted again, stretching her leg farther towards him, her hips lifting, and a soft groan escaped her lips. Once she settled, he dared to move forward another inch up her thigh and stopped, waiting for a reaction. When none came, he moved forward again, tingling from the warmth of her skin.

He noticed a change in the air, the scent of her arousal reaching him, spurring him onward, but still at a slow pace. He reached the crease of her thigh at the hip, taking a moment to stroke the softness in the fold. She moaned again under her breath and stretched her leg farther out to the side, making his goal ever more accessible. He paused and listened to her breathing, making sure she still slept. His tentacle now reaching along the length of her leg, from calf to thigh, to hip, and he relished every bit of contact with her. Does he dare advance the last two inches?

Suddenly, she shifted in her sleep, rotating slightly towards him, resting her head on her arm. He could feel moisture and heat that wasn't there before. He realized he didn't need to push farther; she had come to him. He dared to stroke the tip of his tentacle and felt her nether lips, already slightly open, drops of her nectar clinging to them and escaping her depths. He moaned involuntarily and felt her body clench in response. He clasped his hand over his mouth and searched her face for signs that she had woken, while his tentacle still stroked softly, as though it had a mind of its own. Beneath its tip, he could feel her tremble slightly, especially as his stroke neared her center, closer to the source of moisture. But her face looked peacefully asleep. This emboldened him, so he stroked between her lips, down and dipping into her honey, and back up just to her pleasure button, flicking it lightly. Then back down, to swirl between her lips and collect the sweet nectar.

His other arm stretched forward, extending into a tentacle as well, following the same path, until it reached her center, allowing him to pull the first back to taste what he had only been able to smell so far. Her taste intoxicated him. Made the longing inside him even deeper. He stepped even closer to the bed, reaching the foot of it. His tentacle stroking softly over her moist lips, joined again by the second one. Both tentacles stroking up and down her lips, then sliding between them, spreading them out, opening her up, allowing her juices to drip out, even more profusely now. One tentacle approached her entrance again, slowly entering her. Passing through her outer ring easily, then pulsing slightly and growing thicker, more phallic in shape, and filling the space just inside her. Her moisture allowing him to slip farther inside. His other tentacle now pressing against her button gently, almost vibrating with his heartbeat. He could feel her body clenching around him, her hips raising, thrusting towards him, enveloping more of his length with her wet tunnel.

April could feel consciousness pulling her out of her dream again, much more gently this time. She could still feel the fullness inside her, which was a lovely carry over from the dream. She kept her eyes closed to savor the feeling, and slowly came to realize that she wasn't feeling her dream anymore. There was actually something inside her, filling her. Not thrusting, but slowly penetrating and growing. Her body clenched at it; the stretch very pleasurable. She kept her eyes closed, trying to figure out what was going on without giving away her wakened state. She could feel something touching her along the length of her leg, and something stroking at her clit slightly. Combined with the penetration, she couldn't make sense of it all. But her body was in too much pleasure to panic. She shifted her shoulders, laying again on her back, not moving her legs, while keeping her eyes closed and keeping her breath light and even. Under the covers, she could feel her nipples hard and rubbing against the blanket, which only added to the pleasure.

"April," he said. Her eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. A voice she knew so well. She smiled into the darkness, and rocked her hips forward, begging him to penetrate her further. At her acknowledgement, his tentacle grew even longer and thicker, filling her completely. Then he retreated slowly, spreading her lips and pulling them slightly as his length came free, covered in her juice. She moaned out loud this time, with an audible pout. His tentacle on her clit vibrated harder in response. When he was almost completely unsheathed, he thrust forward filling her again. She cried out, "Yes! Anton, I knew you would come!"

This is my first story, so I would love any and all feedback. Thanks for reading!