Joy looked out towards the woods - she couldn't explain why she felt so drawn to explore the dense no man's land. The only rationale she could find was in her dreams. For the past month, she had found herself having the same dream repeatedly; she dreamed of a place where she could not move. Instead of being afraid, though, she discovered that the constrictors were flexible, almost as if they were alive, and what had begun as fear had become a deep yearning that felt absolutely carnal in nature. She found each morning as she woke that all she craved was to be back in the warm embrace of what she called 'the limbs.'
In her dreams, she could hear the warble of the animals in the woods around her home; the birdsong and wind through the trees were so familiar that she couldn't mistake them. Even now, as she stood at the edge of the woods, the song they sang brought her back to her dreams, and she felt her cunt begin to ache with a deep throbbing that pulsed up through her clit. She rubbed her thighs together, desperate to fight off the sensation, and started making her way into the thicket. The pull was almost magnetic, and Joy knew deep in her gut that whatever was sending her these sensual dreams, just had to be in these woods.
What sun made it through the dense canopy was warm and bright. Joy found the hike peaceful as what man-made trails existed, faded away, and the branches reached out to greet her in their embrace. Before long, she found herself in a trance-like state of mind, conscious of where her feet moved but not where she was. At one point, realizing that she couldn't remember which way was home anymore, but as the hours droned on - she found herself uncaring, only wanting to push forward into the ever-darkening expanse ahead of her. She was aware of the sun setting; as the sky turned to a deep red above her, Joy paused to take in her surroundings.
As she came to a stop, the trance enveloping her mind lifted, and pure exhaustion took over. Her knees let out, and her lungs ached. All of a sudden, she was acutely aware of the fact that she had been walking for nearly 12 hours without water, without stopping, and without caring for any of her biological needs. She cried out as her aching body made contact with the forest floor; gasping for breath, her vision spun and she tried desperately to pull in as much oxygen as she could. As the world started to fade out around her, she arched her neck back; what she saw was a trio of dancing lights bearing down on her. They glittered and spun, seeming to draw any anxiety from her weary body; and as she sunk deeper into the mossy floor, she felt nothing but peace as everything turned to black.
The birdsong was the first thing that registered as she came back. The beautiful song of the forest that ushered in the new morning, banishing away any bad dreams and promising that a new day had finally arrived. But as her other senses came around, she realized she was no longer prostrate in her mossy bed. It was dark and damp, but she was warm, and upon further waking, she found herself frozen; what little clothes she had been wearing hung in tattered shreds from her body. Her limbs were spread and bound firmly to something Joy did not yet know; but it hadn't even registered in her mind to be fearful of this moment. As she felt the bonds tighten and wriggle against her flesh, tears of joy began to track down her grubby cheeks. The intense yearning her dreams had brought had pushed her to the brink of insanity, unable to satisfy her own desires anymore. But she had found what she had been looking for, and it had found her; they would be apart no longer.
Fleshy tendrils snaked across her midsection, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and mucus. Across her belly, tracing up and around her chest - the tendrils seemed to tease her, and as the thick mucus started to absorb into her skin, its effects began to take over her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and Joy could do nothing more but throw her head back and cry out, praying to a God she didn't believe in, that this monster would fill her aching womb. Instead, what the alien creature did was find a home for another warm, throbbing tentacle in her open mouth. The mucus was surprisingly sweet and salty; to Joy, it was delicious, and she enthusiastically welcomed the intruder down her throat. The thick, cock-like appendage began to thrust in and out, causing a slurry of fluids to drip down her face, catching in her eyelashes and dripping into the void below.
As her face was being fucked mercilessly, Joy could feel thinner tendrils trace ever closer to her sensitive nipples. Her chest had never been particularly big, but men had always loved her large and reactive nipples; they would suck and pull at the pierced mounds, pushing Joy so close to the edge every time. Now, the creature invading her body did not have suction on its mind, and as the thin tendrils made it to their destination, they sunk needle-like teeth deep into her sensitive skin. If Joy could have screamed, she would have, but the pain quickly subsided, and soon she felt a thick, warm liquid being pumped into her. Her skin stretched, itching, as her breasts expanded - the only relief she found was from more tentacles wrapping around her, massaging her sensitive and engorged flesh, stopping only momentarily as the thin tendrils ceased their pumping and started instead to wrap around her painfully erect nipples; making sure none of the mysterious fluid leaked out.
The creature took its sweet time, exploring every inch of her mouth, pressing hot against her tongue, dripping its sweet aphrodisiac down, ever deeper inside of her. Her swollen flesh served as a mere playground, it seemed, as the creature moved, drawing mazes between the freckles on her skin. Joy felt an intense heat rising in her empty and aching pussy, and she willed the creature to take pity on her desperation. Instead of exploring further down though, the tendrils wrapped themselves around one of her piercings. She could feel the tug of the barbell as the thing unscrewed a ball from one end, forcing it out by slowly invading the hole itself, until the piercing fell out entirely and the tendril emerged on the other side, the mucus acting as a slick lubricant. These new sensations sent shivers down Joy's spine, and she moaned the best she could around the limb fucking her throat. The thinner tendril pulsed and shivered, vibrating within her chest now and making her think of nothing else but her need for climax. The assault on her senses continued as she felt the second thinner tendril start to do the same, lacing itself through her other breast and giving her no reprieve from the intense pleasure sending violent shock waves through her body.