I quickly started rinsing off my arms and legs, rubbing away the thick layers of honey coating them. Only when I got to my inner thighs did I finally have to pause. Leaning against the wall for support, I quickly rubbed the honey off my soft inner thighs. And as my hands pushed through the honey, I shivered in pleasure. But as my fingers pushed against my mound, I flinched under my own touch. After cumming so many times today, I was way too sensitive.
Slowly but surely, I finished scraping off the honey. And I sighed in relief. I was finally clean. After so long, I was clean. And I let out another long slow breath, basking in my own cleanliness. Now I could finally start lathering up with actual soap!
I pressed down on the head of the soap dispenser, squirting some of the liquid soap onto my palm.
But I frowned as I stared down at it. For some reason, the soap looked the same as that aphrodisiac-filled honey. It was almost identical to the stuff I had just scraped off my body... But I was pretty sure the bottle said soap.
I checked the bottle again just to be sure. Reading it slowly, I nodded to myself. Yeah, it said body wash.
But the soap in my hand looked the same as the thick amber honey as before. My hand was even tingling where the soap had squirted onto it. And a familiar warmth returned to my crotch. It was the same tingling need as when the honey normally touched my skin.
I gazed down at it, shuddering as I imagined coating my body once more with that honey from before. I almost wished those tentacles did return...
But I had to face reality. The bottle said body wash. Lavender scented body wash. Even if this stuff in my hand looked like honey, and smelled like honey, I had to face reality. It was body wash. The bottle said so. And shaking my head in disappointment, I began to lather it onto my body.
But the more I rubbed it into my skin, the more aching there was between my legs. And as I spread it onto my hands and arms, my skin tingled everywhere the soap touched. The familiar need was growing in my body once more.
I squirted more of the thick soap into my hands, rubbing it into my armpits. And I almost fell over in surprise.
My skin was so sensitive there. My underarms tingled with pleasure as my fingers kneaded more of the honey into my sensitive skin. And for some time, I stood there, slowly stroking my skin as I basked under my own touch. I needed more.
I squirted another handful of the honey-like soap into my hands. Leaning my head back, I started working the strange amber body wash into my breasts. And this time, I greedily worked my nipples too.
I didn't care about holding back anymore. I lathered the honey deep into my chest, squeezing at my breasts as I groped myself. My fingers pushed deep into my flesh, sending shocks through me. And as I squeezed my nipples, sharp sparks of pleasure rippled through my body.
My sex was aching in need now and I wanted nothing more than for those tentacles to return.
But they weren't coming. All I could do was continue the shower.
Squirting more soap into my hands, I rubbed down my belly and then down my legs. As my hands lathered the thick soap between my thighs, my legs trembled in pleasure. Over and over, I continued to stroke back and forth along my inner thigh, getting lost in the sensations. But my legs were beginning to give out.
I finally collapsed to the bottom of the shower, still stroking my hands between my thighs. My mewls of pleasure echoed through the small bathroom, and my sex ached in frustrated desire.
I wanted to rub myself like those tentacles had rubbed me earlier. I wanted to push my hands down over my mound, rub it into my clit, and slide my fingers through my slit. I wanted to rub this strange amber soap deep into my lower lips.
But I had promised the Verdigris monsters that I wouldn't do that kind of stuff on my own. I had to wait for the tentacles. (And Aoi always told me not to put soap down there)
Gathering my breath, I let out a shaky sigh. If I could just finish this shower... I could put on some clothes and let those tentacles have their way with me. I just had to finish this shower...
I shakily squirted more soap down into my hand. And quickly started rubbing the honey-like substance over my smooth legs.
But I shuddered under my own touch. My thighs clenched together in need, as I traced my hands down over my legs. Over and over, I continued stroking up and down my legs. When I ran out of soap, I just squirted more into my hands and kept going.
Even though I was supposed to be hurrying to finish, it felt so good, just rubbing my hands over my skin. And soon, I got lost in the cycle. Again and again, I refilled the soap in my hands, continuing to stroke my already slimy skin. And my hands started to tremble as I continued stroking up and down my legs.
Every time I lathered the fresh honey onto my skin, a shiver of pleasure raced through my body. And the need between my legs would ache even more. Over and over, I stoked the flames of lust in my body. Until finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
I let out a scream of frustration, letting myself fall backwards in the tub, exhausted. My legs clenched together in desperation. And I writhed on the floor of the shower in need.
I wanted those tentacles so bad. I needed them between my legs. But they weren't coming.
As I laid there, small droplets of warm water formed on my skin. Each one dripped tantalizing down over my honey coated skin. Sending shivers through me.
The water continued to beat down on me from above, and I squirmed in frustration. But all I could do was wait for the warm water to run out. My frustrated body didn't have the strength to even wipe off the honey again. Tired and unsatisfied, I stared at the wall of the bathtub, panting in need.
Over time, the water slowly went from hot to lukewarm. I would have to get out soon. But even as the first chill finally hit me, something weird happened.
The shower began to make a strange noise and the water began to sputter. The shower head cut in and out, interrupting the steady flow of water. It sputtered once, twice, then three times. Until the shower finally cut out altogether as the flow of water ceased. And I shivered, curling my arms around myself. Confused, I begged for the water to come back on. But what could I even do? What was even happening?
For some time, I stared up at it. Pleading silently for the water to come back on, I shivered in the cold. And as if answering my prayers, it finally sprang to life again. But this time, it wasn't water coming out.
Hot honey spat out of the shower head, cascading down onto my body.
I almost screamed in surprise, bucking my hips as the viscous liquid crashed down on me.
Every inch of me was suddenly filled with warmth as the honey splattered against my skin. It dripped down every crevice as the unending shower of honey poured down my skin. And every spot it touched tingled in need. And my mound, which I had been so dutifully avoiding, was instantly covered in honey as it dripped down between my legs.
I bucked my hips, pointing my crotch at the downpour letting it hit my sensitive mound, sliding between my folds.
"Ahhmmnn～ Yes～♡!" I cried out as the sudden wave of satisfying pleasure overtook me. The honey dripping between my lower lips made me shudder with satisfaction. And I writhed under the downpour of aphrodisiac-laced honey.
It was so good, and yet, this wouldn't be enough. I needed those tentacles inside me. I wanted those tentacles to caress my flesh once more. And as if answering my call, the pipes groaned at the far end of the shower. The drain began to clatter and shake, as something in the pipes thrusted against the metal covering.
Suddenly, dozens of long thin tentacles burst out from inside the drain. A wave of relief washed over me as they spilled out. Finally... Finally, I would be able to find the release I had been waiting for. And I shook my hips at the tentacles, waiting in anticipation.
The thin tendrils swirled up my body, tracing over my skin. Up my legs, around my hips, and caressing my mound. They scraped against my skin through the honey. And everywhere they touched tingled with pleasure. The tentacles weren't afraid of touching my sensitive mound, making me shudder as they slid along my slit.
And even more of the tentacles were still pouring out of the drain. They rushed further up my body, around my chest and arms, and between my fingers. Every inch of me was getting stroked by the honey coated tentacles.
But it still wasn't enough.
None of the tentacles went any deeper than to tease between my folds. Yet I wanted them inside me. I wanted to clench down around them as they thrusted into me. I wanted to cum as they filled my insides. But they wouldn't go any deeper.
