Dream (5): Breached Womb
I couldn't even tell how I was breathing anymore. My arms had no strength left... The magic wand was right there in front of me, so close I felt like I could grab it...
"N-nngh...♡"
With the thought that this was my last chance, I stretched out my trembling hand as far as it would go.
Plip—something wet hit my cheek. It was a liquid that felt too familiar to be raindrops, sticky and viscous. Before I could even look up, a single tentacle descended slowly over my head.
Like a spider rappelling down its thread, silently, languidly—until it reached the ground. The tentacle coiled around the handle of my fallen magic wand.
"N-no, ah, no... g-give it back..."
I reached out toward the wand as it drifted farther away, but of course, it was useless. What... what am I supposed to do now?
Even knowing this was a dream, a vague terror washed over me. But more than that fear, what crushed me utterly was...
"H-hee, mmph—♡ D-don't... m-move...♡"
...this tentacle, which could make me climax from the slightest twitch. Now that I looked, I was in such an embarrassing position. Face-down on the ground, ass raised high, legs spread wide open.
"I-it's okay... th-this is just a d-dream... it'll all disappear when I wake up—"
I tried muttering to myself to calm down, but suddenly, the tentacle moved.
I'd thought I'd gotten a little used to it, that I could endure... but that was just wishful thinking. It didn't even feel that rough—just a slight wriggle—
"Nngh, h-heek—♡ Ah, aaah—♡"
My waist shuddered on its own, and I let out a flood of shameful noises again. And... undeniably... I came.
It's scary. My body feels a little—no, a lot—strange... I'm a bit scared.
"H-haa♡ Haa♡ H-ha—♡ S-stay... st-still...♡"
I had no idea what this tentacle wanted or what it was trying to do. But did I even need to know?
The tentacle buried deep inside my pussy kept writhing, stirring my insides at will, slathering every nook and cranny with its mucus. And every time that mucus was absorbed endlessly into my pussy...
A sharp? Dizzying...? Anyway, waves of pleasure surged up. Forcing me to cum...
"Haa, aaah...♡ H-haa, ah...♡"
My strength drained away, vision blurring. But I'm... still okay... yeah. If I just endure... if I hold out to the end, this will be over. It's all just a bad dream, Spica... Just a little longer...
"Haaah—♡ N-ngh...♡ Nn, glrk...♡"
Suddenly, the tentacle—which had only been twitching lightly until now—thrust deeper. Faster, heavier, burrowing further in.
"N-nooo...♡ N-no more, it won't... fit...♡"
The overflowing pleasure had long surpassed what I could handle. My hands clawed at the rough concrete, grasping for anything.
"Now... sl-sleep...♡"
The tentacle's presence jammed all the way to the end pressed against my womb. Why didn't it hurt at all, even like this...? It would've been better if it hurt, if it was a nightmare... but this...
The tentacle stopped moving, as if there was nowhere left to go. My lower belly had been stuffed full for a while now.
"N-now... i-it's... o-over...♡ right...?"
The forced orgasm had sapped all my energy. I didn't even have the strength to lift my head; my cheek pressed against the cold floor.
But I'd been thinking too much like a human. Assuming it was over because there was no more room.
Room to enter. Yeah. That was the mistake.
Crunch—an ominous sound, like something that shouldn't crunch. Then,
"H-heek...♡ S-stop, stop—♡"
The tentacle wriggled slowly in front of me, secreting more mucus while filling my pussy tight. It started burrowing even deeper.
Doesn't it know satisfaction? Deeper than now...?
The terror I'd briefly forgotten amid the pleasure crept back up.
"N-nooo...♡ It won't fit, it can't...♡"
It was too vivid to be imagination. The blunt, firm head of the tentacle pushed right up to my womb's entrance, knocking against it.
First, it pressed firmly against the entrance—shuuuup—grinding slowly.
"Haaah♡ Nn, nngh, mmph♡"
I hate it, it's scary—those pathetic feelings were drowned out by immense pleasure. Pain? That sensation didn't exist in this dream. Just... the option to cum, whether I wanted to or not.
Then, thud, thud—short, heavy thrusts like knocking on a door.
"Hik♡ H-hee, hii, nngh—♡ Hnngh, ha, haa♡"
My body rocked back and forth with each pound. Or rather... every thrust brought another orgasm.
Like it was telling me to hurry up and open the door...
And finally— the thick tentacle head sealed against the slit of my cervix, gouging roughly this way and that. No mercy, just selfish churning inside my pussy.
"Mmph, nn... glrk...♡ Ah, nn...♡"
Too... too hard to endure. Not because it hurt or scared me—but because I felt like I'd drown in this endless cycle of blissful climaxes.
It's not that I can't endure. I can hold out longer, but if it doesn't hurry...
"...Ah."
It was like the first penetration. My cervix, which had clenched shut against the invasion, finally...
Couldn't hold out against the onslaught and showed a tiny gap.
The tentacle wouldn't miss that. It slid right into my womb.
"Ah, ah...♡ Ah...♡"
I feel it. Inside my womb... the tentacle's in there.
My consciousness flickered. Too many orgasms—my mind overloaded? Or was the dream ending?
I felt my collapsed body being dragged backward across the floor. And the tentacle lodged in my womb... pouring out something strange, sticky, and hot.
Pumping like a piston, the tentacle filling my pussy writhed wildly.
"Ha, nn...♡ Th-this...♡ Wh-what...♡"
Thicker and hotter than the mucus I'd drunk before. No... it has to be. This is a dream, after all... doesn't matter...
A dream within a dream. A possibility of defeat. Even as that possibility ended... I was still cumming.
Feeling my womb fill to the brim with some thick, unknown liquid.
"……"
I woke up. The first thing I heard was the eyeball's creepy voice. Well, it was just me and the eyeball here anyway.
"Ugh... I'm... exhausted. No strength left..."
I lay collapsed in pitch-black darkness. Nothing but void beneath me either, but anyway... I propped myself up on the "floor" and barely stood.
"I-it's... over, right? I... endured it, right?"
Yeah. Quite impressive. Especially how you never even considered running.
Was that just now a compliment? Hmm... not exactly thrilled to hear praise from this eyeball.
Still in the dream, but free from the possibility of defeat, my body had calmed considerably. My ragged breathing, my pounding heart on the verge of bursting.
A faint, tingling heat lingered in my lower belly... but I could ignore it.
Then, as promised, I'll answer your question. Ask me one thing you're curious about.
Ah... right. Spica. The previous one.
Too many questions... my head's not working right after all that. Plenty of chances later, so something simple and basic?
"Her name! What's her name."
Asking for her human name, not her magical girl title.
I'll tell you. Ye-eun. That was Spica's name.
Ye-eun... around my age? Not too young, not some veteran.
"Mm... good. I can ask more next time, right?"
Of course. Then... I'll look forward to next time as well.
Familiar scene. That giant eyeball closing.
Time for me to wake up too.
The view outside the window met my stinging eyes—still dark. Only a few hours passed, I guess. Napped too much, so not sleepy?
No thought of getting out of bed. I just lay there, slowly raising my hand toward the ceiling.
My hand, visible against the ceiling, was trembling violently.
"...Ngh."
I'd thought crises were par for the course for magical girls... but experiencing one myself? Totally different.
I really... almost got in big trouble.
And one more thing I learned. If you lose here, in reality... you're really screwed.
Ah... and one last thing.
...That felt scary good.
I'd acted nonchalant talking to the eyeball, but that lingering ache of heat in my lower belly...
...No. Don't overthink it. The dream's over.
Slowly, deep breaths. Yuseong-ah... Spica.
"Huuuuh..."
The tension released, and my sigh came out way bigger than intended.
Thinking I was alone—and I should be—in the corner of my empty room, a familiar voice spoke from the pitch-black shadows.
"Why the huge sigh, Spica?"
"Kyaaah! W-what—!"
I nearly rolled off the bed. Lately, too many jump scares... I'm fragile, y'know. Chicken-hearted since I was a kid. Still can't watch horror movies.
"Wh-who! Who's there!"
"Forgot already? It's me~"
That bright, dazzling smile as she approached the bed... that was Altair?
"H-hi~"
"...Altair?"
Here to see me? Nice, but... kinda sudden. Why now?
Altair came right up to me. So close her sparkling eyes reflected my face. Staring down at me quietly, she grinned again and said,
"You look awful, Spica? Like you had a really bad dream or something."