Sarah's Dreams

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.

Today he apparently had other ideas than to let her get off easily for the first time. He just reached up and grabbed her wrist, taking control of her hand and holding it behind her back. She didn't fight him, she knew better. Sometimes they both enjoyed her struggling furiously, but today was all about a slow approach building up into a massive explosion. Realizing that made her heart jump and beat twice as fast as before.

Ever so slowly, he started to work up higher on her leg, lifting it into the air and opening her thighs. A bit of a cool breeze brushed over her wet, naked pussy and made her shiver. It all but drowned in the trembling he produced with his expert massage on her calf, though.

He embraced her upturned leg and bent it at the knee. She felt his strong, warm body glide up further, until he touched her bottom, all of which just increased her anticipation. There was no way to tell what he was up to. He would just ignore any questions. He could be adorably bossy regarding his right to do with her as he pleased.

Thinking about it for a split second, she found her own willingness to submit to his manhandling curious. Sarah had always been sorta independent and proud, but he made her give in to everything eagerly. He had done things to her body, she still blushed from only thinking about. And he clearly did it for his pleasure. It was just that... his pleasure was her pleasure. He was most happy and satisfied when she was falling unconscious from countless orgasms. How could she even try to chide him for driving her crazy with lust?

Also, she just had to accept that he was the way he was. Before, she had always tried to... fix her boyfriends. To make them change into a person she deemed to be better suited. In a way, she had known that it wouldn't work, but that's the way people acted in relationships, right?

Well... not with him. He wasn't just stubborn; he was oblivious to any arguments regarding his behavior. It was either taking him as he was or leaving him, and she couldn't even stand the thought of the latter. Right at the beginning of their relationship she might have been freaked out a bit and tried to escape what could have been viewed as some kind of abduction. Since then she clearly came around.

When she felt his touch on her thighs, any thoughts about the past vanished. Deeply moaning, she snapped back into the present when he got nearer to her throbbing, needful pussy and her twitching sphincter. Soon he would fill either one of them or both. Which one she would have preferred, didn't matter at all. It was his decision alone and it would be mind blowing as always.

Before meeting him, she would have chopped any guys balls off for even talking about anal sex, but with him she... kinda couldn't decide what she liked more. He had this

very

special way to fuck her butt. It made her feel... owned by him. As if they became one. It was... crazy, but wonderful.

Of course, she really, really loved him entering her pussy. He could fill her up completely and hit thousands of the sweetest spots, making her cum as often as her racing heart beat. Still... she couldn't possibly deny the fascination of the unique feeling of him penetrating her ass. Especially when he didn't do much else, which intensified this experience greatly.

God... Hopefully he would do this today. He hadn't in a whole week, for it usually took a long time. She really missed it, as crazy as that sounded.

As if he heard her thoughts - she long since suspected he actually could - she felt the lightest imaginably touch at her backdoor. It was just a tickle, like the brush of a fingertip, but it made her whole body tense up and stopped her breathing. He also stopped moving and it was as if he was asking without words if she would like to beg for more.

There wasn't any thought about dignity when she whimpered pleadingly. This wasn't about respecting the other. It was much more primal and in a way incredibly more honest. She couldn't even dream about forming comprehensible words with her anticipation peaking, but she could whine and put all her desperate willingness and needful begging into that.

Then she could only scream in sheer ecstasy when he easily pushed his tip into her immediately relaxing asshole. She didn't even need to concentrate on that - she possibly couldn't have either, being completely enraptured by the feeling. Her body was so used to accommodate to him in every way that it happened automatically.

Having him enter her sphincter was unique in every way imaginable. Even without any former experiences, she was aware that it

should

hurt. He pushed something the size of about two fingers into a muscle intended to shut tight, after all. And he didn't do it slowly.

Yet he was dripping with lubricant as always and the intruder wasn't... rigid. It wasn't exactly soft, either. It was... just perfect and grew wider only slowly. Her asshole didn't have any problems accommodating, so she could fully concentrate on the incredible feeling of him gliding into her butt without ever stopping.

That was a huge part of the experience, of course. A normal man couldn't do this at all. He would have to use his rather short fingers to widen things a bit and then work in the cockhead, followed by the rather rigid shaft. None of that was true for her lover, though. He wasn't even remotely human.

Sarah arched her back, lying on the side. Her eyes were wide open for a while and she enjoyed the feeling of her lover's longest appendage gliding into her ass. It went on for an eternity and still intensified, because he added more and more length to the penetration.

Desperately trying to hold on at least one coherent thought, she envisioned what happened there. His thicker limbs where all around her, holding her wrist and giving her something to grab with her hand or caressing her butt cheeks and lifting her upper leg. What she had come to refer to as his tool was thinner than them, though. His limbs were not too far away from her own legs in length and width, even though they were as flexible as tentacles could be and could extend if needed.

His dick - or more precisely dicks, because technically it was more than one - was something else, though. The pair of tentacles, each of which was about as wide as two or three of her fingers, except for the pointed tip, shared a common base in the middle of his dark blue body. They were usually partly coiled up and partly retracted in a way she hadn't come to understand yet. She had tried to take a closer look, of course, but when she started touching him, she was only minutes away from getting thoroughly and wonderfully ravaged.

She knew the main tentacles of this appendage were amazingly long. She just got the proof of this right then. He had entered her through the backdoor and didn't need long to reach depths, no human could even dream of. She felt the fascinating sliding deep inside her bowels and she knew he would work himself all the way through.

She had done some research and calculated a bit once, coming to the conclusion that his dicks had to be at least ten meters long.

There weren't any thoughts about disgust anymore. Her bowels were as clean as anything inside a body could be, since she didn't need to eat anymore. Her lover fed her with what could be thought to be his semen and after she had gotten used to it - the sweet, rich taste strongly helping with that - she didn't mind anymore. She wasn't studying medicine or biology, but she clearly felt that her overall health condition had improved, so she didn't worry.

Without the need to think about stuff like that, her mind was free to focus on the experience itself. Obviously the human body wasn't meant to feel touch so deep inside. Obviously, something had changed that, for she clearly did nonetheless. Obviously, that was his doing and quite frankly, she was thankful.

There wasn't anything to compare to the feeling of slimy tentacles moving through the guts. It was intrusive to the maximum. It literally reached her very core, which she had grown to deeply cherish. As long as she would be able to do so, she moaned and gasped in pure bliss.

When the first tip of the two different tentacles penetrating her reached the gate of her stomach, she held her breath. This was a feeling she always tried to concentrate on. It was quite similar to the slightly painful, but ultimately exhilarating experience of him entering her womb. He pried her open deep inside and moved on, making her whole body shake violently from the friction where nature hadn't planed for that.

Shortly thereafter, she felt the touch crouching up her esophagus, which had been hardest to accommodate to. Something moving up there had been a bad thing to happen for twenty years of her life. Now it was signaling the full body penetration she experienced reaching its climax. This thought alone helped her to fight any instinctive reaction, which in turn just heightened the pleasure she derived from it.

It wasn't natural - not in any way the word could be interpreted - to have a tentacle move into her backdoor and feel its tip caressing her tongue a long while later. Still it was divine to return this kind of odd kiss and play hide and seek with then two of the tips in her mouth. Also, she clearly felt from the trembling of her lover that he was thoroughly enjoying the massage she gave him in return for his treatment.

When the two tentacle tips slipped past her lips and made her drool onto the mattress, Sarah groaned in a thoroughly muffled way and finally relaxed. Her body was glistening with sweat and the whole ordeal had taken anything between one and two hours, as she knew from previous experiences. She couldn't care less, but still... which human male took that long to just prepare a woman for the fun to get started?

Maybe it wasn't healthy to have the heart beat two hundred times per minute for so long, but she didn't give a damn. She was his to play with as he pleased and if that hurt her dignity or her womanly rights, she couldn't care less. She just fucking loved this!

Fully relaxed, she rested her head on the mattress and let the drool drip out of her mouth. It didn't matter the least. She would soon be coated in deliciously sweet spunk from head to toe anyway. It would fill up her insides - both where she was stuffed so good right now and where her body screamed for just a little bit of attention between her thighs. She wouldn't be able to lick it all up, but that just provided for a perfect, sloppy Sunday she could spend writhing in all kinds of mixed sexual fluids and always have a little, energizing snack to lick up at hand.

Before all of that happened, though, she would get her chance to make her lover cum. This was clearly part of the uniqueness of the experience and she looked forward to it. Usually he kinda decided when he wanted it to happen, but she knew she could take this decision away from him when he fucked her all the way through.

The moment he started pumping, making his tentacles pulse in a slow rhythm inside of her and bringing her body to start shaking again from the sensation, she returned the favor. The easiest way to stimulate him was swallowing. It clearly got through to him, judging from the way his other tentacles tightened their grip and he slid closer to cover more of her body with his wonderfully slimy flesh.

Over time, she also had learned more tricks. She could make more of her insides tense and massage him, if she really concentrated, which was the hard part of it. Naturally, it developed into a lovely, little fight over who could get the other off faster.

Sarah knew that he could easily win this race. Sometimes he just rammed one of his thick limb-like tentacles into her pussy and she would start cuming without any chance to fight it back. Just a brush over her love button or even her nipples could easily get her off now. Even a hard squeeze of her buttocks or a bit of chocking at her throat usually did the trick.

Most of the time he didn't cheat, though. He apparently enjoyed playing by the rules in this situation. She even suspected him to like loosing this game, which didn't stop him from making it a tough fight, of course.

Fully concentrated on her insides, she closed her eyes and focused on pleasuring her inhuman lover. Apart of everything else, this experience made her feel incredibly close to him emotionally. He was all the way through her body and they massaged each other without many outward movements. 'Intimate' didn't even start to describe the feeling.

Swallowing and moving the muscles inside her lower body, she still could enjoy the pulsing of his tentacles and let her mind just wander. This could take hours, which wasn't only fine with her, but in a way, what she desired. She wouldn't have minded never parting from him again.

Today he had other ideas, though...

When his tentacles inside of her started sliding again, she opened her eyes wide. In the very first moment she almost panicked, because she didn't want him to retreat. Yet, he didn't pull back. He pushed forward, making the tips of his entangled tentacles move farther out of her mouth. That was... new!

Breathless and all off sudden again filled with mental and physical anticipation, she waited for whatever he had in stock. She tensed up again, but kept her throat as relaxed as possible. She couldn't resist grabbing it with her free hand from the outside, though. Feeling the movement right underneath the skin was something else, especially since the tentacle was a bit wider now and undulated through the tight canal.

It clearly bulged her throat over and over again and she couldn't stop groaning from feeling that with her hand. It was just crazy... and unbelievably hot!