Edited by Le Gourmand
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Author's note: This story is a sequel from The Traveler part 1 and 2, but it is not necessary to read those stories to understand this one.
The awakening
Sandra Jennings was lying alone on her bed, moaning softly. She was dreaming of someone caressing her clitoris, providing an intense pleasure that made her squirm in her sleep. She unconsciously moved her hand to her pussy. An uncomfortable thought interrupted her bliss as she sensed that something was not right. She felt a thin, slippery object between her legs. She started to wake up, confused, still touching the strange object.
Sandra finally woke up scared, realizing that the object shouldn't be there. With one sudden move, she ended up with her back against the headboard. She switched on the bedside lamp, breathing heavily from both the surprise and her previous sexual excitement, and saw a white cylindrical object between her legs.
What is that!
she thought in panic.
Then she remembered...
Earlier that day, Sandra was sitting on the couch next to her bed watching TV, but her thoughts where somewhere else. There was a sad look in her eyes as she was wondering why she was the only girl in her group of friends that didn't have a boyfriend. She was eighteen years old and she had never had a serious boyfriend even though she was a pretty girl. Her hair was blonde and fell to her shoulders framing her big blue eyes. She was not very tall but her body was the envy of most of the girls in her school.
Sandra noticed a strange aroma, similar to the smell of a rose, that was coming from somewhere in her room. She got up and searched for the origin, moving closer to the closet as the scent got more intense. She opened the doors and looked around the small room. She lifted a few blankets at the far end and there it was; the source of the smell was a strange thing that looked like an overgrown caterpillar a little bigger than a football.
What the hell is this thing?
she thought.
Then, a distant memory popped into her head. Seven years back, when she was eleven years old, she spent a weekend with her family in a beautiful cabin in the woods. There, hidden below the bed of her room, she found something that looked like a cylindrical pillow. It was soft and tender and she thought that somebody had left it behind so she decided to bring it home. Some time later she put it in the closet and completely forgot about it until now.
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That thing was indeed left behind by somebody a few weeks before she found it. But it was definitely not a cushion of any kind. That soft object was alive, submerged in a state of hibernation after its feeding source became unavailable. Now, after seven years of slow metamorphosis, it had awakened to become something entirely different and unknown.
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Sandra pressed down on the soft surface, wondering,
How come it didn't smell this nice before?
She leaned closer to the object and took a deep breath. The smell was so delightful that she filled her lungs completely several times. She decided to pick it up and placed it beside her other pillows.
"Sandy, dinner is ready..." Her mother called from downstairs.
Soon after, Sandra came back from dinner and found her whole room impregnated with the nice smell. She lay down happy that she found her old 'pillow' and after a while of watching TV, she went to sleep.
.... Now, fully awake and sitting on her bed breathing heavily from the shock, Sandra remembered what the object was. A little more calmed, she wondered how it moved from the headboard to lay between her legs.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked more carefully and noticed that it was moving! There was a wave-like motion from one end of its body to the other. She also observed that it was 'breathing' like a lung and there were a few squid-like tentacles coming out from a small opening in the closer end. They were about the length and thickness of a pencil and were moving and wrapping around each other, extending toward Sandra and apparently trying to reach her.
The room was now saturated with the creature's aroma and Sandra's head was spinning lightly. She felt as if she couldn't fully wake. Slight fear lingered in her heart but even then she didn't scream or move. Sandra's panties were still soaked from her recent wet dream and she hated to admit that the arousal dwelt upon her loins.
Just before she woke moments ago, she was very close to reaching an orgasm. She didn't have wet dreams very often; much less dreams that drove her to climax but this one had been different, a lot different. Then, a sudden realization popped into the teen's head;
that thing was touching me in my sleep!
She felt a jolt in her chest and almost jumped out of the bed and ran away, however, for some reason, she didn't. She looked at the small tentacles waving in her direction and she perceived that the white object was moving very slowly, closer to her. Feelings of panic and excitement mixed in her head in a way she couldn't understand.
What is wrong with me? Why can't I just move away from this thing?
She remained motionless on the bed, unaware that the sweet smell she was breathing prevented her from thinking straight. She tried to decide what to do, while the thing approached. Deep inside of her, she wanted to reach the orgasm that eluded her before. She was confused and afraid but stayed her flight despite her fear. As the creature got even closer, her excitement was increasing and the apprehension began to fade.
Finally, one tiny tentacle reached out and touched her slit. Sandra jolted, feeling a torrent of electricity traveling from her pelvis to her brain. Mild contractions started to intensify in her pussy. The remnant desire to run away disappeared completely and the teenager just closed her eyes in expectancy of what was going to happen next.
As the main body of the creature fully reached her, the small tentacle that first touched her slipped beneath her panties and firmly wrapped around her swollen clitoris. Two other tentacles followed and slid inside her lubricated pussy. The young woman gasped loudly. She felt them moving around, caressing every inch of her inner walls. Sandra's chest was heaving as her vaginal cavity contracted again and again with little spasms, providing incredible pleasure that spread through her entire body. The teenager opened her eyes and stared at the white figure with its small tendrils playing so delightfully in her pussy.
The tentacles kept moving inside of Sandra's tight opening for several minutes and she began to lose control. Her orgasm was not far away now. She knew it and she wanted it. The teen grabbed the little creature with both hands and pushed it against her pussy. She was moaning and panting as the awaited climax started to build in her body. It was now just seconds away. She stood completely still for a moment, her blues eyes half closed, her back arched. At that precise moment, another little tentacle penetrated into her anus and that was it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhrrgg.....AhhhhHHHH"
An incredible spasm almost shook her out the bed and her body started shaking uncontrollably. Another ripple arched her back again and then another one. She trembled, frenzied, for more than a minute until it became just too much for her and fell unconscious.
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Sandra woke up two hours later lying sideways on her bed. She felt exhausted but completely satisfied. She strenuously lifted her head and looked around. The white life-form was still there, on the corner of the bed. The small tentacles were not at sight anymore, hidden somewhere inside the creature. Sandra noticed a transparent gooey substance on the palms of her hands and she moved one closer to her face. The smell was the same of the creature. With the tip of her tongue, she cautiously tasted the substance and it had a delicious sweet flavor similar to a peach. Sandra loved peaches. She licked both of her hands eagerly until she'd cleaned all the sticky fluid off them.