Asleep with a Tentacle Still Inside
Only a few days had passed.
Whenever Sea stepped into her room, her eyes drifted of their own accord to the space beneath the desk. The suitcase where she had stowed the Black Book sat exactly where she had first shoved it. The lock was unchanged, and so was the cord she had wound twice around the outside.
Showers made her more aware of herself than anything else. Turning before the mirror, she could see the round suction cup marks left on her waist, and when she lifted her arms a few faint marks still lingered beneath her breasts. At first, even pressing them with a fingertip seemed to drag that day's sensations back to life, and the memory raised gooseflesh.
But the marks faded by the day. The red rims paled until they nearly matched her skin, and by the end she had to lean in close just to find them.
It'll be fine now.
Once she told herself that, she checked the suitcase a little less often.
Sitting on the bed with her phone, Sea suddenly pressed her thighs together. A tingle ran through the inside of her pussy, as if the feeling of the tentacle buried deep inside her had come alive again.
"......I must be losing it."
She pressed once between her thighs over her shorts, then snatched her hand away. When she looked up, her gaze had already landed on the suitcase under the desk.
She stared at it for a long while, then switched off the light and hauled the blanket up over her head.
That night, plastic rustled inside the suitcase.
Crinkle.
Sea, sunk deep in sleep, didn't hear it. Between the towels and the clothes, the Black Book opened. As they were shoved aside, the suitcase lid lifted from within. Strain gathered at the lock, and the cord wound around the outside drew taut. The lock broke, the cord came loose, and the suitcase gaped open. A single slender tentacle stretched out from between the pages, its root still joined to the book, slipped through the gap, and crawled across the floor. The tip climbed a bed leg and slid soundlessly beneath the trailing edge of the blanket.
Something cold brushed her calf.
Sea thought it was a dream. Her legs felt heavy, as if she were lying underwater, and slick waterweed wound slowly up from her ankles. When she shifted, a suction cup stuck behind her knee tugged briefly at her skin.
"Nnngh......"
Under the blanket, Sea drew her legs in. The tentacle was caught between her thighs, but it didn't stop. Other stems wound around her waist and belly over her pajamas, and one thin tip slipped inside her loose shorts.
A wet tip traced the inside of her thigh.
In the dream, Sea was sitting in front of the suitcase. She couldn't tell whether she had opened the zipper herself or whether it had been open from the start. When she laid a hand on the black cover, something writhed beneath it.
In that instant, the tentacle that had slipped inside her underwear rubbed along the cleft of her pussy.
"Hht......"
Sea's hips twitched. The slime-slick tip climbed and descended slowly between her parted flesh, and the tingling she had felt during the day grew far sharper. Every time it grazed beside her clitoris, her sleeping body flinched away from the tentacle on its own, then pressed back against it.
One suction cup latched onto the inside of her thigh.
The familiar pull of suction snapped Sea's eyes open.
"......Huh?!"
The room was dark. The blanket had slipped down past her stomach, and tentacles were wound around her waist and legs over her pajamas. One of them was moving inside her shorts.
Still drawing in a breath, Sea looked under the desk.
The suitcase was open. Inside it, the opened Black Book was faintly visible. Tentacles stretching from between the pages ran across the floor and the edge of the bed and reached all the way to her body.
"Why...... again......"
Sea tried to sit up. The tentacle around her waist tightened briefly and dragged her back down onto the mattress. When the back of her head met the pillow again, she shoved a hand into her shorts and grabbed the tentacle rubbing her pussy.
"Let go. Get back in......! Get back in right now."
The soft body only squashed in her grip; it didn't pull free. Instead another tentacle pinned her right wrist beside the pillow. While she tried to peel it off with her left hand, the stem around her thigh lifted one knee and tipped her onto her side.
"How did you even get out."
When Sea tried to pull her knee back, the tentacle coiled around her thigh held the leg in place. Her shorts and panties were shoved to one side. Cold air touched her through the opened gap, and then a slime-slick rounded tip pressed against the entrance of her pussy.
"No......! Why are you doing this again!"
Sea scooted her hips back and shoved at the thick tentacle with her left hand. The rounded tip caught at her entrance and slipped, and slime pushed in between her spread flesh. It didn't enter all at once. It paused with her entrance only slightly opened, then, the moment the strength in Sea's legs slackened, wedged inward again.
"Ah......! Out, I said get out......"
Her pussy was slowly forced open around the thick shaft. Each segment that entered made Sea hold her breath and twist her hips, and then the tentacle stopped where it was. The moment she relaxed, thinking it was pulling out, it sank a little deeper again.
"Don't...... nngh, stop......"
At last the thick shaft filled her without a gap. Even after the tip touched the deepest place, it didn't move for a while. Sea grabbed the shaft with her left hand, trying to push it out, but the slick surface kept her hand sliding off.
A moment later the tentacle inside her drew out a short way and pushed back in.
"Hhk......!"
It was different from the long, deep strokes of before. The depth barely changed; the thick shaft moved slow and short. Every time it swelled like a pulse, her wet inner flesh was pressed wide.
The thin tip stuck beside her clitoris didn't tremble at a steady rhythm either. It circled slowly around the sensitive bud, and when Sea twisted her hips it pressed lightly, then let go.
"Hht...... not there, don't......"
Sea put strength into her arm to shove the tentacle away. But a body jerked suddenly out of sleep couldn't muster proper force. Beneath her palm the thick shaft kept thrusting in short strokes, and the slower it worked, the longer the sensation lingered of her wet inner flesh being rubbed without a single gap.
Another tentacle burrowed up under her pajama top.
Cold slime passed over her stomach and smeared beneath her breasts. When Sea moved her left hand up to grab it, the shaft inside her cunt clenched once, deep.
"Aah......!"
In the pause while her hand stopped, a thin tip wrapped one breast. A suction cup latched onto her nipple and slowly contracted. As the tip was drawn inward, Sea's back lifted a little off the pillow.
"Not my chest...... don't. Please......"
Sea pushed the tentacle off over her clothes. The suction cup on her nipple came free with a wet sound, but it soon slid to the other breast. This time a slime-slick tip rubbed in circles around the nipple.
When she tried to block what was happening below, her breasts were stimulated; when she pressed down on her top, the thick tentacle moved inside her. Unable to properly push either of them away, Sea lowered one hand between her legs again.
"Stop...... please just stop and go back in......"
Strength drained little by little from the hand gripping the tentacle.
Dazed, Sea felt the thick shaft sliding in and out of her pussy inside her palm. She had to push it out. If she closed that book, all of this would end. Even so, her hand stayed clamped on the tentacle and moved no further.
What am I even doing right now......
Belatedly she spread her fingers and tried to push—and in that instant the tip circling her clitoris dragged a long stroke over the sensitive bud. At the same time the suction cup on her nipple clenched hard.
"Hhht......!"
Sea's hips jerked reflexively. The tentacle inside her, seated deep along her pelvis, sped its short thrusts little by little. Every time the shaft thickened, her wet walls were dragged inward with it.
Meanwhile the tentacle inside her top took turns tugging both nipples, and the thin tip rubbed slowly over her clitoris.
"Ah, no...... wait...... hnnnngh......"
Sea bit her lip. She hadn't even been awake long, and yet her stomach and thighs were flushed hot enough to sweat. Every breath she drew made her belly tremble, and the walls stuffed full of tentacle clenched on their own around the short pistoning.
"I don't want this...... I'm, again......"
The tentacle inside her contracted hard at the deepest point. The tip pressing her clitoris slowly drew a circle, and the suction cup on her nipple clenched at the same time.
Sea's lower belly suddenly tightened.
"Aah......! No, hhaaah......!"
Her hips bucked hard off the bed. Sea clenched the shaft buried in her cunt with her left hand and shook all over. Her walls squeezed the tentacle again and again and let go, and the spasms spreading through her thighs and stomach refused to stop.
"Hnngh...... stop, stooop......"
Before the climax had even settled, the thick tentacle drove all the way to the deepest part of her. The shaft hardened inside her and swelled as if it were pulsing.
Sea realized what it meant to do and shook her head.
"No...... pull out. Don't come inside."
She tried to pull her hips away, but her legs, already gone slack, wouldn't move properly. Hot fluid poured deep into her.
"Hhk......!"
Even after the first spurt struck inside, the tentacle spasmed several more times. Thin, watery white cum filled her spread cunt. Some of it ran out along the thick shaft, past her entrance, and soaked beneath her ass.
"No...... inside again......"
Sea let out a wet breath and closed her eyes. The thick tentacle didn't withdraw. It stayed filling her, no longer thrusting, only pulsing slowly from within.
The tentacles that had been stimulating her clitoris and nipples stopped moving too. The suction cups came off her skin, but the thin bodies remained stuck inside her pajamas and over her breasts. Other stems wound loosely around her waist, her calves, her thighs, and her shoulders.
Sea didn't move for a while.
She was afraid it would start again. The thought came that she ought to pull the tentacle out and close the book. But even sitting up felt impossibly far away. The tentacle left inside her, the hot fluid, the wet weight clinging to her skin—all of it shifted with every breath.
"Haa......"
A short sigh drifted into the dark room.
The tentacles didn't tighten around her any further. They didn't leave, either. They simply clung all over her body and writhed, slow.
Sea didn't look under the desk. Right now she wanted to fall asleep again more than she wanted those things to disappear. She wanted to close her eyes and think of nothing.
She didn't even have the strength to pull the blanket up, so she only turned her head to the side. The tentacle buried in her followed the shift of her posture and bent a little, but it didn't slip out.
Sea closed her eyes again.
When morning sunlight opened her eyes, the tentacles were still there.
One stem around her waist lay loosely across her pajamas, and the thin tentacle stuck to her chest rose and fell with every breath. Sea stared at them through glazed eyes, then registered the heavy foreign weight between her legs.
When she threw the blanket back, a thick tentacle ran between her shorts and panties, shoved off to one side.
"......I'm insane."
Her face went hot in an instant. She couldn't believe she had slept the whole night like this. Sea drew her thighs together and grabbed the shaft with both hands.
"Hurry...... come out."
When she pulled slowly, the thick tentacle slid along her walls and came free. From her opened pussy, the thin white cum that had stayed inside all night spilled out at once. Sea bit her lip and shoved the tentacle off the bed.
The other stems wrapped around her didn't hold her either. They came away from her waist and chest and sagged loosely toward the floor. Their rooted ends were still joined to the book.
Sea roughly closed her rumpled pajamas and climbed down to the floor. Inside the open suitcase, the Black Book lay spread open. The tentacles draped across the floor and the bed led back between its pages.
When she closed the covers with both hands, the tentacles joined to the book were all dragged toward the pages at once. The last tip still on the bed slid away and vanished, and the Black Book shut.
"......"
Sea set the closed book on the ruined towel and the plastic. She pushed it into the suitcase and took hold of the zipper pull.
Zzzip.
Halfway shut, the zipper stopped.
Sea held the pull and didn't move for a while. She ought to zip it all the way and wrap the cord around it again. Until yesterday she would have yanked it several times and still not been satisfied, and piled something heavy on top.
The strength left her fingers.
Sea opened the zipper again.
The black cover lying inside the suitcase lay bare, just as it was.
Crouched beneath the desk, Sea stared hard at the Black Book.
"What...... are you, exactly?"