As she walked into her house, her eyes drooping with every tired step she took, Bay couldn't have been happier that she was finally away from that hell-hole of an office. With the phone ringing constantly, allowing her no time to breathe, her computer constantly flashing the alert of an email and her fellow work colleagues constantly asking favours of her, it seemed like there was no way she would have survived the day. But she did, and now she was safe at home. Or so she thought.
'Hey, babe,' Bay's boyfriend, Kyoh, greeted her, pulling her in close and pressing his lips up against hers. His tanned fingers snaked around her back as Bay's lips separated, allowing her beaux entry. Her relatively curly, brunette hair was covered by Kyoh's own orange mop. She'd always admired the colour of his hair – it wasn't flaring kind of red, but more like a sexy and subtle mix between orange, brunette and blonde.
'Hey sexy...' she responded against his lips, pulling away a little as she tried to open her green eyes wider. Kyoh's deep, dark eyes stared into her, a smile slapped onto his face as he gripped her hand and led her to the bedroom, knowing just how tired she really was.
'Uh, are you too tired for...' Kyoh started, before whispering seductively into Bay's ear, who couldn't help but shiver at the delightful feeling of his breath against her skin.
'A little... What about tomorrow? Hopefully the day will be less productive than today...'
As disappointed as he was, Kyoh didn't push and the pair headed straight to the bedroom, only sleep on their minds. Kyoh, as usual, slept only in his boxers, his toned physique on display to anyone who saw. But Bay on the other hand, she always wore a loose shirt that just showed some midriff and a pair of shorts. She never bothered with wearing anything underneath – it was always more comfortable wearing onto the outer layer of clothing.
When the pair was finally tucked into bed, Kyoh with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend's stomach, Bay could have sworn she felt something move under the sheets, but thought it must have just been the man behind her. Suddenly, something made its way onto her ankle, but she kicked it off absentmindedly, not thinking anything more of it.
A strange tickling sensation ran up her legs, and she began twitching as she tried to get rid of the feeling, but it didn't leave. If anything, it increased its intensity.
'Are you alright?' Kyoh inquired, stroking Bay's stomach when he noticed that she wasn't comfortable.
'I will be, if you stopped trying to stroke my leg.' Bay turned slightly, burying her face in the pillow and not noticing the look of confusion on her boyfriend's face.
'Uh, I'm not...'
'Whatever... Just go to sleep...'
As she was just about to drift off, another tickling sensation ran over her again, except this time, it was down her back. Within a few seconds, a third feeling started running over her, making its way up the back of her thighs and into the back of her shorts.
'Kyoh, I told you! Not tonight!' Bay exclaimed weakly, too tired to argue. But her eyes shot open when she heard his voice – from the other side of the room.
'What are you talking about? I'm over here.'
Bay sat up immediately and felt her shorts being pulled down her thighs, before they came off of her legs entirely and made their way to the floor. Something had started to get her wet, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was. She was just scared that it wasn't her boyfriend.
The next thing she knew, her hands were somehow tied behind her back by something very strong, allowing no movement on her behalf. Her man could only watch in confusion and slight fear at the expression on his girlfriend's face.
Suddenly, Bay could feel something slithering up her stomach, like a snake, hungry for its prey. Then she saw the outline of it – it definitely was a snake-like creature and it was wriggling its way up her shirt, between her breasts, half of its body hidden away by the blanket that covered her legs.
'What's happening?' she moaned, her chin kept low as she struggled to keep the lustful feeling that was coming over her at bay. Just then, she saw the head of what was caressing her poke out of the top of her shirt – it was a large, purple tentacle, shaped exactly like a penis and pulsating nonetheless. Within a second, whatever had bound her arms together behind her back had released her limbs, momentarily, before holding them up above her head, making it easier to remove her shirt and expose her soft and supple breasts.
A soft grunt of confusion betrayed her as the