Consentacle story about the deepest(!) love imaginable.
The story was inspired by a picture named "Sarah's Dreams" by a guy named Pharmaslave.
Many thanks to the artist for the permission to write my version of the events like I saw them in the picture. Naturally, I owe it to him to give him credit for the inspiration, even if you can't see the picture.
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Please be aware that this contains crazy tentacle stuff. Not of the rapey kind, more like consentacles, but still... You should be at least indifferent about that topic. Preferably better, since... well... I don't wanna put a spoiler in here, but it's crazy stuff for sure in comparison to my usual works.
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Sarah woke up by the feeling of her foot touching warmth. She had been sleeping like a baby. She always did nowadays, especially on weekends. Waking up Sunday morning like this was awesome. From her first waking moment, it reminded her, how incredible and wonderful her life had become. Just because of... him.
Of course, Sundays were always great. No college, no work, not even friends to meet. She enjoyed sleeping in as long as she wanted. Or at least as long as she was really sound asleep. He had a knack for sensing when she was slowly drifting from the realm of dreams, so she could count on feeling his tender touch first thing in the morning.
Nothing to complain about, of course.
Lying on her side, she stretched her upper leg a little bit and pressed her toes against his warm skin. He knew she wasn't sleeping anymore. He always knew, but she wanted to encourage him. She appreciated his never tiring willingness to spoil her and shower her with love, affection and caresses. No woman could wish for more in a partner.
Smiling, she felt his reaction to her soft prodding. She knew that he especially liked her invitations. She just didn't get the chance very often, because he was so caring and eager. Usually he was all over her the moment she came home and didn't waste a second to make her forget about everything from the outside world. Or they both were in a bit of a hurry in the morning, because she had to get up and ready.
She didn't really get as much sleep as she once had been used to, which - again - wasn't anything to complain about. What she got instead was just so much better than sleeping.
Sarah sighed and snuggled into her pillow when she felt his warm, well-lubricated touch at her foot. Her heart started beating a little bit faster, because she realized she was in for a treat making even the most professional massage pale in comparison. Nobody in the world could compete with his skill regarding that. When it came to massaging, he was a god.
She couldn't discern the single touches at her sole and all around her toes. There was soft pressure being applied in a seemingly random fashion, but he knew perfectly about all the nerve clusters of the human body and could manipulate them systematically. Plus... the feeling of his slick, warm touch was just incredibly arousing to begin with.
He tended to every toe for minutes and concentrated on her foot until she started trembling from desire. Her memories gave her all those indications what could happen next. All those possible ways how he might move on from there, but she couldn't know for sure which it would be. All would lead to her experiencing multiple orgasms, though. It was just her anticipation building, no doubts or worries at all diminishing the experience.
The feeling of lubricated skin gliding over its slick counterpart, and the soft suction of small kisses, elicited moan after moan from her. She realized she was exceptionally horny today. The last week had been strenuous and their quality time had been reduced. She almost chuckled when she realized that less than at least a good four to six hours a day in his embrace sent her into withdrawal. Apparently, she had become addicted to all the things he did with her.
A year back, she would have laughed, if somebody had told her that she needed to get fucked multiple times every day or she'd get antsy. She wouldn't have denied that she might get addicted to hours of uninterrupted fondling, of course, but sex hadn't been that high on her priority list. It just hadn't been that good before she met him.
Now she just accepted it, though. She needed it badly every time she had to go for a few hours without. Studying or working had become a bit of a torture and waking up after a good nights rest was nice, but made her drool for his touch immediately. Literally, as she once again realized when her pussy started leaking onto her lower leg.
Fortunately, he understood her without speaking. She didn't need to moan in a needful tone. She still did, but that was just her enjoying the freedom from restraint and inhibition. Unable to hold back, she raised her upper arm and edged the hem of her pink shirt up over her breasts. Once again, she wondered briefly, why she still bothered with putting on anything for sleeping. It only got in the way...
Then again, without at least a tee he would have had nothing to rip from her body the times he got really wild, which made her feel exhilaratingly wanted and deliciously violated at the same time. The possibility of that happening every once in a while made the effort of dealing with an additional piece of laundry every day absolutely worthwhile. Until now, she was used to doing the laundry way more often anyway.
Of course, her nipples were aching for a touch. Her body was long since accustomed to his ministrations and reacted immediately. The thought of feeling him on her little nubs later made her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, but for now, she would have to take care of that herself. He would clearly take his time and do everything to drive her crazy very slowly.
Usually he let her aid this purpose a bit, before he interfered. He would let her knead her firm breasts and play with her nipples for a short while, before asserting his dominance and restraining her. He knew perfectly well that she could reach a peak just from his caresses and herself twisting her nipples. His presence had clearly made her body much, much more receptive over time.
