A consensual tentacle hentai erotica story.
This is my first attempt at something like this, so please be gentle.
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Friday night
Stephanie stepped out onto the penthouse's balcony with a sigh that combined resignation and disgust at the same time. Sliding the door closed quietly behind her, she walked over to the railing and looked out over the city. Another date night ruined, I guess she thought to herself. As she looked out over the city, she tried to figure out what had gone wrong. Something had changed. With her.
Fresh out of college at 24 with a Masters degree in sociology, she was a rising star within the non-profit organization she had unintentionally founded. What had started as a research project during her Masters program had transformed into an organization that was actually changing lives. At her second donation drive, she had met John, the CEO of a successful pharmaceuticals company who had already donated generously to the organization.
Somewhere in between the dinner and dessert course, he had asked her out. The 46 year old CEO billionaire asked her out on a date! Startled, she had immediately declined. He had been disappointed, but did not press the issue. Despite the rejection, he continued to donate money to the cause; no more and no less than his usual donations. She did some research and discovered that his offer had been genuine - despite his success and fortune, he was still single.
At the next charity ball she had been horrified to learn that one of her ex-boyfriends had been invited. She had also learned that he had just been dumped by both his wife and the woman he had been caught cheating with. When she arrived at the ball, she immediately made a bee-line for John. She was not disappointed when, during a break from chatting with other guests, he had once again asked her out. This time she had said yes, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of her ex bothering her. It had worked out wonderfully.
One year later, despite their differences in age, he had proposed. She said yes. They loved each other. The sex was fantastic. Despite her concerns that he had a thing for young women just out of college, he had never cheated on her. So they got married, she moved out of her apartment and into his penthouse; he continued to work, she stepped down from the head of her organization to avoid any conflicts of interest but stayed active with it anyway.
The last three years could have been pages from a fantasy storybook: she had very little to worry about financially, they both remained dedicated to each other and the sex stayed fantastic.
At least until two months ago. It had been a night like every other: John coming home from the office, dinner had been cooked by the house cook. Stephanie was finished with her workout in the gym (she still smiled when she thought about how much she now loved rowing) and they ate together. After dinner she was going to get cleaned up, leaving him in the living room watching the news. On occasion, he liked to surprise her in the shower for some "post workout relaxation" as they had come to call it.
That evening he had done the same thing. Only instead of them both relaxing, something happened. Stephanie could even remember the sensation; she felt like she was watching herself and John going at it in the shower, she could see her body react to his and she was even able to feel her body and muscles shudder in pleasure. But there was no pleasure in it for her. She had made the usual noises and groans, but as the sensation of floating disappeared, she felt nothing.
It had been like that every time since that day. Including tonight.
What was really frustrating was the fact that she could not get upset with John about it. It was not his fault she could not feel what was happening. He was obviously satisfied with her body's reactions, with her moans and groaning and associated noises of pleasure. She had even tried some new positions to see if that would change the sensation, much to his surprise (and enjoyment). Nothing had worked.
She shook her head, angry with herself. She looked back into the penthouse where she could see the back of John's head through the glass. He was watching one of their regular shows. Tonight, she could not bring herself to join him.
She walked back inside and over to the edge of the living room. He looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm really tired tonight, John, I think I'll head to bed early," she said.
"After some of those moves a little bit ago, I can't blame you," he grinned deviously. "This will be on the DVR tomorrow for you. I'll be in after the news. Love you!"
"I love you, too!" she said with a bright smile.
John watched her walk away. He still could not get enough of that petite, 5-foot-4-inch body with the perfect b-cup tits and daringly shaved pussy. The red hair that had caught his attention almost five years ago was still cut short. His breath caught for a moment as he heard their bedroom door close. The other presence that had been sharing his mind and body for the last five years came forward and pressed against his senses.
John? He felt his name float in his mind like a call to wake up. He felt a sliver of dread creep into his gut.
She is becoming aware of my presence. Not because of you, but because of her proximity to my presence. If I do not act soon, it may be too late.
John nodded his head in understanding.
"So it's time?" he asked softly.
I am afraid so. The changes in your body that saved your life are complete. I have tried to minimize my presence to allow you more time together. But as your illness spreads, I must be more active. As I get closer to her but cannot bond with her, her own connection to her body fades.
"How long has she suffered?" he asked.
About two months. One of your "post workout relaxation" exercises. She does not suffer, but she cannot feel what her body is experiencing. We can sense her frustration - not with you, but with herself.
John exhaled slowly.
"What do you need me to do?"
Go into you bathroom. That is the safest place. I can take care of the rest.
