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A janitor's mop hit the floor down the hall not far from them as they walked to the stairwell. The two of them nodded politely to him, he nodded back. When far enough down the hall that they felt comfortable enough to resume conversation he spoke first.
“You know it's totally fine if I get a hotel room...”
“No! Absolutely not, one of these days I am going to take that self pitying attitude of yours and stick it up your ass!”
Denver huffed softly. He wasn't trying to sound ungrateful or down on himself, he simply didn't enjoy the feeling of imposing on someone. Especially said someone who had done so much for him in the past. The two of them climbed up the spiral staircase two floors and exited into the long dim lit hallway of the apartment building. With only a few moments passed they were already inside and at least one of them could breath easily.
“Nice place” He said awkwardly trying to shuffle his jacket to a coat rack that seemed unwilling to relieve him of his burden under the already packed rungs. “Yeah it's great if you want to work six days a week and never have to deal with roommates I suppose” a voice came from the kitchen, sounded like she was already getting something to eat or sober up from the night out. “Must get lonely every now and again no?” She gave little but a scoff back.
He slowly found his way to the kitchen, not that it was a long walk but he was shy and felt like an intrusion even in places he knew or owned. As he leaned in the door frame, he could see out of the corner of his eye under the dim light of a different room, things batting and twisting just behind the entry. “Oh! Do you have a cat?” He perked up just at the thought; he loved animals. Never able to get a hand on any of his own during his childhood, he always enjoyed the companionship neighbourhood stray cats and the occasional dog gave him. She laughed back at him, her cheeks too full of food to give him the proper response.
“No I do not have a cat, what on earth would make you think that? The last thing I would want around my marvellous garden of succulents is a creature to devour them whole while working my ass off!” She shook her head returning to focus on her meal, shovelling down bite after bite. He looked around her kitchen cutout window and around the walls of the hallways, there were a lot of succulents. So many so you could see where some used to reside from the patches of darkened carpet on segments of the floor just below the hanging pots and clay bowls cradled in wire racking.
Denver looked back again at the doorway, the light was still dim as it had been, and yet the movement ceased. Then what w- before he could finish the thought a plate was shoved in front of his face. “Come on, have something to eat before I blow my guts open with this stuff... lord knows I'll eat it all on m'own” she muffled through a half full cheek. He looked at his friend, not exactly the hungriest he had been in his life but not wanting to impose he gladly took a plate and sat down with his friend to help finish of the joint effort meal. Pancakes at half past midnight, who could say no to that?
Once finished their meal the two of them moved to the small living room, accompanied by the many more succulents and batting light of the television they chatted for an hour before being interrupted by the chime of a cellphone. Denver sat quietly in a very amusing self-thumb battle, truly a contest not even the ancient Greek gods could detest. A groan and a few cusses broke the silence.
“Welp looks like I'm going in tonight.”
“Wait in as in work IN?”
“Yes work IN, the manager has decided that tonight is just not going to be my night s'pose”
She got off the couch in a huff moving across the room to open the door that nipped at Denver's curiosity. He waited a few minutes before it got the better of him and he sauntered over quietly to peer into the doorway. From direct view there was nothing spectacular, or cat like. Just a bedroom with a large bed in the centre, vanity, walk in closet with a mirror and out of sight to the left of him his friend nearly half naked.
She was short and thin with pale complexion, but with and indescribably perky butt and small taught hips. Short hair draped down the sides of her face while she tucked her breasts into their seats inside her bra. She was hoisting up her pants as he began to choke on his own adams apple. His throat fought to complete one of two actions successfully, cough to get her attention as to make it seem like he hadn't just accidentally peeped on her while she was dressing, or swallow down the nerves and ask a dumb question to provoke conversation like a normal human being; neither happened. With the elegance and grace of a barge sailing straight into a bridge, his throat caught on itself and a noise not unlike a dying boar escaped his lips as he awkwardly slunk back from the doorway. Shit.
His cheeks flushed a beet red and just as he was about to walk back in and try again she walked to the side of the room that he could see from outside the doorway. “Like what you see oh slithery peeping tom?” She waggled her butt towards him as she rifled through a nightstand. He said nothing, a drizzling of shame wept over him as he clawed the back of his neck to find the right words to explain himself properly and not look like a total asshat.
“You know generally a peeping tom wouldn't stick around when they are caught you know that right?”
He shuffled uncomfortably managing to mutter out only a few syllables
She snickered and shook her head.
“You truly are the worst at this eh? I am only joking, besides even if I knew you were serious I could beat your ass in a heartbeat!” She winked at him, giving a playful punch to the shoulder.
Rubbing at his newly acquired friendly bruise Denver shook off the anxious demeanour. “I am sorry, it wasn't my intent...” His words mumbled under his still thinly blanketed veil of shame that if you looked just close enough, you may have been able to physically see it on him. But she was not a person to look so closely. Instead she gave a sigh and walked back to her room tossing a curled up fluffy blanket at him. He caught it, mostly with his face and fell back onto the couch.
“Look I've got to head out it's only a half shift thankfully but make yourself at home and don't get in your head too much I will be back in the morning. The couch is utter crap so if you feel your neck start to give in on itself don't feel afraid to sleep in my bed, ciao!”
With only a crank of the door's lock and the fumbling of a key he was alone. Alone in a place he had never been to yet heard so much of. It wasn't familiar, though even if it was he may still feel awkward. He wasn't at all tired but curled up into the cramped couch all the same, lazily tossing the fuzzy blanket over himself, enjoying what little direct skin contact he had with it having still being clothed and all.
Minutes passed as he browsed his phone idly watching video after video in the hopes he might feel sleepy, he never did. His neck was beginning to feel the awkward crunch of the angle it was at however. Thoughts crossed his mind like runaway train carts. Should I just text her and get a room at a hotel? Would she be mad at me if I did? What if I got lost? I don't know this part of town. Where the fuck is that cat?... He rolled over in defeat staring at the battery warning on his phone. With a sigh he got up, dying phone and blanket in hand began to slowly creep over towards the bedroom. The door was still slightly ajar and the dim light crept from the room. As he pushed the door open, creeping in he felt just a little lighter. Like he was just a little more welcome with the familiar smell of his friend a little stronger in the air.
Like a dog to it's favourite bed Denver circled around the edge of the bed from one side to another before dropping back onto it and letting out a deep exhale. Definitely better than the couch. With the thick armour of awkwardness now shed at his side he was finally able to relax a bit more. He left his phone on the nightstand and took off all but his boxers, curling up under the plush weight of the blanket. The dim hue from the lava-lamp on the vanity opposite of the bed gave a nice mood lighting. He was calmer now, like the night out had not been a very strange one, the trip over hadn't been a struggle to not impose on someone who he had known for damn near all his life during college, and lastly but certainly not the least down the ladder of his mind, that he hadn't been sheepishly staring at his friends ass.
That thought lingered for a little bit. She always had an air of care around her, giving up what she could of her own to make those around her more comfortable even if it expended more than she had. Even right now she was going to work probably with a night's hangover while her friend was sleeping in her own bed and had taken up a meals worth of food. The thought came back, to snuff the pulse of the line of nervous pondering. Her skin, the lines of her body, it was all tantalizing. A discomfort grew in his crotch and he began to recoil from the greedy need in his gut. No. No! Not here... what the fuck is wrong with you! He wrestled with his thoughts for longer than he had liked to but eventually, succumbed to sleep.
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“You know, you are really easy to read right?” A voice not unlike hers spoke out.
His eyes shook open to a stark white room, all walls gone he looked around to see only a bleached background and the bed below him. He was completely naked yet not cold at all. There was a warmth to the alabaster void he was observing in languid confusion. Am I... I have to be dreaming right?
He rubbed the bridge of his nose twiddling the barbell betwixt two fingers as he usually did when stressed out, when he brought his head back up he was face to face with a familiar visage. “Angel!?” He gasped out covering himself, She stood naked, looking through him rather than at him. He looked her up and down trying to avoid certain areas so as to not provoke something he knew would lead him to an awkward stance, he slapped himself a few times to wake from the trance he was in. This is a dream... this has to be a dream, what the fuck is wrong with my brain even while asleep I can't think right.
Before he could shake himself from what he was in, arms grabbed onto his shoulders and lips pressed to his, he could feel the panic ebb from him as he laid down his arms and grabbed back. But nothing was there. Eyes shut and the feeling was gone. No... I... Come back please.
A blink later and he was sprawled out on his back, arms tied and hung up, legs splayed leaving him exposed. She was between them holding his length in her mouth, he could feel every tug and wet pull of her lips on his member. He gasped and cried out, he wanted to shudder out a question to prod what was happening, but he couldn't resist the comfort he was being bathed in. Her eyes were fixated upon his like gems reflecting what was shown through them in spectacular fashion, he winced and curled his toes at every movement her body made.
As he lurched his head back in pure bliss, closing his eyes the scene changed, she was riding him nearly face to face. The slick warm embrace of her entry wrenching down on his cock, he was once again sundered by the surreal pace of it all but couldn't combat the smog of pleasure filling up his lungs with each grind down on him. He gave a deep exhale and lips met. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, pilfering as deep as it could go with force he didn't know anyone could have, he wasn't inexperienced per se, but he had little enough sexual prowess that everything he felt within this lascivious dreamscape left him in awe.
He couldn't keep his eyes fixed open for too long as the air still burned the sclera of his eyes. He fought the losing battle against his senses, eyes screwed shut and the world changed around him once again.
“You do not resist, yet you do not seem content. Is something wrong?” The voice twisted and melded into a tone unknown to him.
A pit of worry churned in his gut while his eyes were shut, they felt like they were opening on their own. He fought the urge as long as he could before the white light filled his vision, physical feeling and tingling nerves activated before his vision could. He could feel a deep tight rolling in his rear, a burgeoning pleasure sprawled out in the depths of his gut. A moan drooled from the sides of his mouth and down his body. When his vision returned he saw her again, his right leg was up over her shoulder, the pit of it hooked over her collar bone, his flank was lifted up by her lower body while she sat on her haunches. A hand laid over his stiff cock a single ring made from her thumb and pointer finger stroking gently over the tip of his cock, stimulating the tug and pull of his foreskin.
Writhing and squirming he found little benefit in acting like he wanted to escape this. He looked down and saw the reasoning for such a deep pleasure within him. He could see Angel's wrist tensed and thrusting in and out of him, digits curled inside of him plundering deeper and deeper against his g-spot with each return. He whined as his cock dribbled and leaked over his abdomen. He felt like he was so close to cumming, like everything he had experienced before this was washed away and all that mattered was to feel all there was to be had in this moment. He locked his eyes with the still faced visage of his friend and felt the pain in his eyes grow.
“No, I... Fuck, please just a little longer.” He whimpered like a kicked puppy, ravenously clawing at his sockets to keep his eyes wide. Eventually to his dismay, the pain struck through his tender eyes and into the very bone of his skull, and with a final clench of all his muscles slammed shut. He felt ready to cry, bliss stricken from him he dared not open his eyes. Much like before he was persuaded by unknown trickery as his body disobeyed him.
Before he could give a disapproving huff and needy whine he was greeted by the plump ass he was admiring in the waking world pressed right to his face. Heat radiated off his chin and down his neck as the lower core of Angel's body began to grind against his lips. He stuck his tongue out to taste her, warm muscle met drenched folds and the dance of desire began between them. She did not taste of anything, not of sweat or needy juices. But he enjoyed it all the same, not long into things a hand leaned back and tugged at his hair, fingernails anchoring into his scalp. He lapped and licked attentively, feeling the bud of her clit pulse and harden under his mindful swirling and hoped that he would make her cum; assuming a figment of his wild dream imagination could even climax.
He felt the burn in his eyes start to come again, ignoring it with the strength he gained from doing it over and over again he persevered. His lungs felt tight and hot, he ignored it. They began to burn as the scene around him started to spoil and turn velvety black. His mind hitched; still ignoring it. “Breathe.” He heard the unfamiliar voice say. “ You need to breathe.” He denied the request, focusing on the task at hand of working his tongue into the folds as the body atop him melted like candle wax, the walls warped and lost composure light fading around the edges of his eyes, pain began to subsume all of his energy.
“BREATHE.”
A single pang of pain cracked like a whip against his skull and he shot up in bed. He was back to the room he first found himself in, but with all it's normal features. Sweat caked his brow and forearms, his chest burnt like he had just finished a dozen trials of the fitness gram pacer test (the PTSD remains) and he clung to the painful feeling like it was a feeling of home.
A few minutes passed while reality came back to him, the cooling sweat chilling him further to sobriety from the whole ordeal. He shook his head, one again rolling the barbell above his nose between his fingers. “Oh Angel... What would you think of me knowing how I feel?” He sighed and dropped back onto the cold sweat clung pillow. The room smelled a lot less like her now, it was humid and gross. Regaining all his faculties drove home the feeling he was all too familiar with. Discomfort. He sighed, wiping down the sweat from his arms and chest with the palm of his hands, before he could get the job done his legs began to feel off. Not just gross or sweaty... almost oily.
As the room calmed down in temperature around him, his body acclimating with it, the warmth on his legs under the covers remained all the same. A patch of smooth deep warmth clung to his calves. It felt nice, but unnatural. Fear manifested in his throat. I- am I... being held? He made an audible gulp, hand trembling towards the blanket covering the lower half of his body.
He counted in his head down from three over and over again to rip off the blanket. In typical fashion, he couldn't do it. He trembled at the thought overcome with fear. That was until it moved, eyes widened, a scream leapt from his mouth off instinct and the blanket was tossed from bed to wall, the low pulsing of colour in the room the only thing to show what there was.
Pushing back as far as he could from his lower half he laid his back to the headboard of the bed in awe. A single stream of gelatinous goo streamed up the foot of the bed, onto his leg nearly to the joint of his knee. Neither the cool air nor the whip of the blanket being tossed aside shook it from him. Heart in his throat and lungs to the brim with what felt like burning gasoline he brought his hand to his mouth to snuff the urge to yell again.
He pulled gently with his right leg, testing the grip of whatever was holding onto him, it pulled right back to him like putty. He shuffled his left leg away just to be sure. With each slightly less dramatic thump in his chest he got a little braver, testing the strength of this thing. Eventually pulling hard enough to have it slink back down his leg just a little further which earned him a slightly less aggressive pulsing heart.
Time passed little by little with no adjustment to the grip of the thing on his leg. With all hope given up he whimpered a little, brushing his hair back in his hands to think deeper; or so he would have before his breath stopped. A voice cut his thought process short. A voice not within the room but radiating all around him.
“Have you regained the knowledge on how to breathe properly again?”
Denver stayed silent, his eyes widened in disbelief. He slouched back onto the pillow staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck is going on tonight? He felt like weeping, his sanity cannot have been this close to the brink had it? He got his answer quicker than he imagined as the voice spoke out to him again.
“Seeing as you are not dead, we assume you are breathing properly.”
Unsurprisingly he stayed silent, closing his eyes to return to any place that wasn't here, the bleach stark room just a few moments ago perhaps, to unravel the emotional mystery that was to be had there, even if it made him want to throw up violently from the mental acrobatics he had to make to keep up.
“We can speak to you internally if it is more comforting for you.”
“Does this more suit your needs?” There was no escaping this madness.
Eyes flicked open “What... what is going on, this cannot be real. I can't even think properly. Please let this not be real, please don't be real. I want to go home...” Denver bit his lips and began to sob, tears streamed down each side of his face past his ears and onto the sheets, gaze still affixed on the ceiling, the only thing in the room seemingly not spinning or warping in his panic.
A warmth caressed the side of his face from the dangle of his earlobe to the sides of his eyes. It felt comforting, like a finger wiping away his tears and drying where they had left their trail. He nuzzled into it instinctively, cutting the waterworks for the time being. He realized soon he was being touched, and before he could recoil against the feeling a stiff jolt struck his neck holding his jaw to the sky, a pinch clipped the side of his throat right on the thumping pulse of his jugular, and soon after a misty light feeling washed over him. Eyes lulled into a low husky batting and limbs for the first time tonight fell to a soft restless spot beside him.
“You have been subdued, your body was sustaining alarming levels of stress. Will you be cooperative with us now?”
He snorted out a laugh, high from whatever perfumed his system with a dulcet smog of happy emotions and fuzzy numbed feelings from head to toe. “Are you gonna kill me?” He broke out into a maddening fit of giggles while rolling around on the sheets, admiring them in his grip with new found appreciation for anything that could remotely be a stimulant right now.
“Incapacitation, execution, or neutralization of your being would further us in no way. Nor would it please Angel either.”
The drunken madness cleared for a moment at the mention of her name. “Angel... what does she have to do with this, how do you know her?” The room was silent for time, the warmth that had occupied a single leg now spread to portions of Denver's body. Legs up to the thigh, shoulders and neck smothered in the jet black gunk, though with little notice on his end.
“We are... Friends.”
The creature spoke within Denver's mind, words echoing against his skull. He had so many questions to ask but too numb of lips to get them out, he brought an arm to his chest. Rubbing, prodding, and teasing at the jelly like coating over his collar bone. The being stuck to his finger tips while he tested it, dropping back to itself when pulled too far. He chuckled drunkenly.
“Do you always scare your friends by giving them nightmares?” He said to himself not expecting a response
“It was not our intent to scare you, you laid in the bed. Our domain. We simply felt discomfort and sought to rectify the problem.”
“You wha-?”
“We felt the emotional plight you were in. Ours is an existence of caretaker-ship. You were in need of care, and we administered emotional proponents to ease your suffering.”
The light buzz around his body was starting to wear off, his brain feeling a little less bloated and floaty. “So you were what caused those dreams...” He rubbed his forehead still in disbelief. “Why did you think me fucking my best friend is what needed during my sleep?!”
“Was it not what you wanted?”
Denver pouted. “Okay well. You were not incorrect. But you can't just invade people's brains and manipulate their dreams!”
“Explain.”
“Well. What if it's not their will? What if that's not what they need in that moment. Why am I even trying to explain this. I don't even know what you are... Or if I am awake at all...”
Not long after falling silent to internal thinking something nipped at his cheek. “H-hey what the fuck!” He rubbed the sore spot lightly.
“Why did you pinch me?”
“You were unaware of your state of being. Angel had the same response. She pinched herself to clarify to herself. Was this inappropriate?”
Angel knows about this thing? Angel knows about this thing! He scratched his head and shook out the thought. “I... I have no idea how to handle this.”
“Your adrenal glands are not overactive, and your body is at an unremarkable temperature level. Is another light sedative required?”
“No. No! I mean... it was enjoyable but I would much rather stay sober through this thank you very fucking much.”
The creature relaxed the tendrils around the nape of Denver's neck, still caressing him gently despite not being of service. He brought his hand up to feel the new encasing around his throat and shoulders. It felt like tubes or muscles. Long strands of thick undulating wires wreathed and coated him in what felt like a nearly half inch thick covering. He petted and rubbed at the surface, and how it had changed from an oily goo, close resemblance to what he had imagined a melted tires might have felt like to, winding tendrils and coiled appendages. The fleshy wiring on his legs was no less robust, soft when he flexed his muscles and moved, but rubbery on the outside. Not rigid, or like it could stop a bullet; yet enough to feel secure, almost comforting. He trilled to himself in his newfound skin.
He broke the silence with the undying question in his now stable and sober head. “What are you? Why are you under my friend's bed? How the fuck do you know her to begin with?”
“We are what you want us to be. What you need us to be. That is all you need to know. That, and your friend has the same use for us.”
“Cryptic... Are you going to tell me that my feeble human mind cannot comprehend what you are or something equally as frustrating?” It made no attempt to respond. Instead it wrapped itself around the core of his being, triangular protrusions wrapped around from the arch of his spine to nearly covering his belly button, like a casing for his squishy human insides where the ribs did not cover. He swallowed hard, wondering if he should scream again, fear had a grip on his mind after all.
“Well if you won't give me the answers I am looking for, can you please tell me what it is you want from me? Considering you are not letting me go?” He tugged at the living bonds he found himself coated in, they gave. If only for a second enough to show the skin beneath before snugly returning to place.
“Emotional signs dictate you still require company to remain calm. We can and will withdraw at your will.”
Puzzled, he took a moment to feel his mind out thoroughly. This whole night had been a long nervous play of tense anxiety and embarrassed confusion, not that those emotions were any different to the ones he felt doing daily tasks or working around people who cared very little for him; or Angel for that matter. The poor woman, she was still at work and had no idea how he was going to explain this to her. Explain this to her?! What am I thinking! This thing was living in her apartment under the bed that she told me to sleep on! He shook his head purging the whole charade from his mind. It will have to wait for the morning, if he makes it that far.
“Well I have your company... As strange a bedfellow as you may be... That is fine I think? I don't think I am going to be going to sleep even if I were to get used to this. How do I know you won't flood my mind with dreams about Angel even if I did fall asleep?” The creature stirred at his words.
“We have already explained to you that it is your will that dictates our actions. We will not go against what your mind and body requests or desires. It was your physical needs and mental distress that alerted us to begin with.”
A blank stare was drawn across Denver's face. He careened his neck to the side to get the ball rolling on the thought process. What need? What fucking need? Realization hit like a train through a brick wall. No... That just can't be no... Can it?
He braced himself mentally for the answer to the question he was just about ready to ask. He stumbled over his words a few times, still caught by human embarrassment and complacency. Finally getting the courage to crack open what this night's terrifying events unravelled to.
“When you say my needs made you do all the things you did... Exactly what does that mean?”
There was a pulsing, a shivering around the being that held him. Like the beat of a heart quickening for only a moment. It spoke to him with words echoing through the form around him.
“For a brief period your hormone levels had risen. Negative emotion began to flow which led to distress. You were unwell. It is our job to help relieve those needs, and help attain mental stability.”
“Which means you do... What exactly?”
“Our purpose has many roles. In the case of Angel, sexual companionship, mental manipulation, emotional stabilization, and physical comfort and companionship are often required. Most often however it is just the former two.”
Oh my god she has a pet sex alien under her bed... He held his hand to his forehead once again twirling the barbell above his nose with huffing breath trying to sort out exactly what to think of all this. God I knew she was weird but... a sex pet is the last thing I expected.
“We are more than a sexual companion and placement mating partner.”
He looked up as if to glare at the being, were it to be right in front of him “Are you reading my thoughts?! Stop that! Get the fuck out of my head! You... you thing you! Fucks wrong with you?” The being recoiled from his mind, leaving a soft emptiness within his conscience. Comfort dimmed lightly, like a thin veil being tugged down from atop his head, mist leaving as it did. It was almost lonely inside his mind now. He resisted the urge to ask to have the feeling back, as pitiably as it made him feel.
“So what you are telling me is, you sensed that I was...” He shuddered out a sigh. “Horny... and took it upon yourself to take care of that for me while I was dreaming. Dreaming of fucking my friend as a way to relieve these 'needs' of mine?”
“Yes.”
“Is this something that Angel requests of you regularly?”
“Often. Sometimes multiple times daily if she is within the confines of this building.”
Multiple times a day?! That would explain her unwillingness to go out to social gatherings so often. Not that he could blame her, he was also a bit of a shut in. Just a lot less able to adapt to situations outside the comfort of his own home.
“What exactly is it that you do to relieve these things. Aside from tampering with people's dreams.”
The being was thinking. Or so he thought, as it's took time to respond; a pulse vibrated through the organic like appendages covering his body, warm and intricately woven through each of the curves and arches of each limb and arch of belly and back, winding until they met with the pads of his feet and curve of his neck.
“Each situation requires different solutions. We can offer physical stimulation, ranging from internal penetration to nervous system manipulation and needs of that nature. Brain chemistry changes such as elevating certain hormones, injecting chemicals or changing unwanted patterns in the mind or relieving pain. Along with altering the projections of dreams. We can 'see' into the conscience and the unconsciousness. At request.”
Denver rubbed his chin as if it could add to the thinking process and break any of the mystifying peculiarity of the situation he was in with this being. He once again looked around at the lengthy warm organic limbs covering him. Could this really be so bad? It doesn't seem to want to hurt me. Hell if Angel had kept this secret so long... how bad could it really be? The creature perked up as if detecting that a question was on the rise again.
“So if I asked you to make me feel high, on top of the fucking world, and send me back to a place of pleasure to keep myself sane through this whole ordeal you would...?”
“Respond to your request accordingly. Perhaps with caution in the forefront given you seem to have a distrust towards us. We apologize for this, as it was not our intent to alarm you.”
A laugh escaped Denver's mouth as he sat and thought to himself. “You know... for a terrifying creature living underneath someones bed. You are rather sweet!” He cricked his neck to nuzzle his cheek towards what portion of the being he could. It gave a single line of tendrils reaching outward to pet his face, he practically purred at the affection it gave.
“You yourself are quite agreeable as well. When you remember the basic function of breathing.”
He chortled from the depths of his heart and curled into an amiable position. “Well I suppose now is the time since you have me comfortable, with or without your happy sedative. I am curious as to why our mutual friend keeps you around. Would you mind demonstrating to me exactly what it is you do?”
With little more than a single thrum of life though the surrounding organisms embrace, it shifted and leaked into a less overwhelming form, moulding to tentacles and thin fingerless lithe arms. They fell from the blanketing mass around Denver's body leaving a thin layer of black warm tar over his skin. As each limb retreated, melted, and formed a new, curious thoughts dripped in his mind pooling in anticipation of what he could even comprehend out of all the things to come next.
The answer did not take long to get to him as he was quickly fondled and rubbed in every portion of his body available. Tendrils writhed and clasped over his body like adventurous fingers, over his stomach and up his chest. Where there was no warm black pooling liquid sticking to him like hot candy, there was a living seam sprawling over and up his skin, sending shivers up his core, toes going completely into a curl. His maw cracked to let the happy exhale from his lungs grace the open air, which once again began to heat up; however with a much more salacious feeling.
As his mouth lay open breathing in deep slow breath a jet black tentacle flecked with almost glitter like twinkling shimmer to it, found it's way to his lower lip. It tested and prodded at him with open invitation left to it. A light secretion left the tip, wetting the soft plush perk of his mouth. He obliged the wiggling appendage and stuck his tongue out, it danced upon it slowly, coiling and running itself against the muscles intricacies bathing in his saliva. He gently closed his mouth around it, tongue playing back in the mock game of 'cat and mouse' they had going. He hummed happily as it took the leading roll darting and chasing around his tongue, enjoying how it felt to take the back seat in all of this; after all he was getting tired after expending a great deal of energy sweating himself half to death over what turned out to be fairly agreeable creature from who knows where.
Lower down Denver's body gripping hands cosseted his stomach, whilst his legs were gently tied to the bed at the joint, the creeping tentacles coiled up his thighs keeping a firm watch on him. A radiating wet heat graced his groin, warmth overtook his soft length and sack like he were sitting in a sauna. He ignored the urge to look down; too preoccupied with the horny thoughts the tentacle in his mouth left him with.
His foreskin was pulled back, and skin was evacuated to air for just a mere moment before overtaken by the feeling of a wet malleable surface sliding down his shaft. His face tensed, a stifled moan left the creases of his occupied mouth. The feeling only became more intense the harder he grew. The upper half of his cock was being massaged and tugged by wet spiralling muscles, tickling the undersides of his tip. A warm soft squeeze pressed to his balls heaving a lustful exhale from him, he tested his living bonds with a pleasure wracked throw against them; there was little give.
A light mist filled his mind, veil once again filling him with the soft warm hum of company. He felt he knew what this meant, he didn't protest.
“You will forgive our intrusion. With yours as being unable to vocalize efficiently we took it upon us to make sure your cooperation could be taken by physical acquiescence and word.”
He cooed what could have been taken as a word in his mind, but came out as a libidinous, dulcet mumbled jargon of a noise; not that this being cared it was already hearing what he meant in his mind. Nifty! The stroking began to get more intense, he could feel the form of the thing holding onto his member almost clearing in his mind's eye. Two lengthy strips of flesh folded over the upper half of his cock, splayed out before him they might have looked like the fletching of an arrow, a narrow bulbous head slipped over the tip of his cock with the concave insides lined with wriggling loving tiny cilium brushing and teasing over every inch of skin, every surface level feeling bolted down to the nerves from the moist brushing that tormented him.
Focus was lost and his imaginings of this being were struck dead as he felt his lower half hoisted upwards, he opened his eyes to his knees nearly at his face, ankles strung up as high as they could go by long tendrils birthed from the bed. Though all of this was the least shocking to him. All around him was pooling, bubbling wet slime. The sheets were replaced with the light eating black of the fluid, and what little he could see of the floor was coated as well! Nearly the whole room had portions of this creature on it. From vanity, to half the walling and the now shut door. The room was inescapably dark now.
What the fuck are you? Before Denver's thought mattered to be answered a tight pinch hit his ass, he yipped and nearly bit down on the slimy friend he still had in his mouth. “Hey hey I don't use that erm... place!” The creature paused, still stimulating the entrance to his rear.
“You seemed to enjoy it while in a state of dreaming.” The creature stated with a voice speaking in absolutes.
He scrunched his brow back at it. “Well, okay fine I have fantasized about it. I have never... you know. Done anything down there.”
“Is another sedative required? To relax your muscles?” A bouquet of tentacles spurred up to attention around him.
He rolled his eyes and before he could think his response fully, the creature had responded. An inch long tiny spike lifted from the carpeting black on his thigh, and before he could question it, jabbed into his inner thigh. The pain was hardly noticeable, and even if it had hurt he was quickly feeling less tense. Like he could melt into a pool of himself then and there.
The tentacles lazily giving attention to his ass began to pulse towards it's tip, fluids secreted and swiftly coated his tight hole. The living mass sprawled underneath him, hoisting his flank upwards and cupping his cheeks, spreading them an ample enough amount apart. While his mind struggled at how unfocused as it was, it did it's best to keep focus on the scene at hand; or rather how his mouth was still being fucked by the tentacle that made it's happy little home among his teeth and tongue. He looked over the lewd throbbing and stroking still going on over his cock and towards the vanity across the bed. As if at his command the black seeped from the sides of the mirror atop it allowing him to see himself. Butt nicely hoisted to the air, black writhing fat tendril at his puckered entry. He felt hesitant, but couldn't help but admire the view.
“Breathe.”
A familiar word from a now familiar becoming voice. He inhaled and watched as he stretched, the long slithering arm started slow and shallow, testing how deeply the muscle relaxant had taken. It was not before long it was thrusting and undulating inside of him. He could hardly keep his head up to watch the dirty view, but it turned him on so much. The room felt hotter and denser. His head fell back to pillows as his mouth was left empty. Hot slicking noises escape from below him as his gut bulged. Each punch into him felt deeper and deeper, the pace matched by the folded grip that tugged his cock. He ran his hands over his forehead, breathing in harsh gasps as each pound overtook him more and more, farther and farther into the depths of his needs.
Minutes passed of pure carnal tentacle fucking, Denver made little effort to hide his moans. The best he could do was suck down harder against the tendril in his mouth and bleat against the endless assault of pleasure. He could feel drool falling from the crook of his mouth, drizzling like thin honey to the sheets. His eyes were tearing up from the cocktail of hormones, lustful energies, and sedatives culminated into what felt like swollen aching lungs and a stomach full of angry butterflies. He writhed and contorted under the grasp of the loving monster.
The waves began to engulf him as added pressure was given to the slamming inside his ass. His muscles tensed and arms flailed. A string of choked moans hit the ceiling. His back arched, belly thrust towards the sky, all his limbs pressed to whatever of the bed he could reach. Finally with a few deep brutal punches to his stomach, a burst of hot fluid popped below his belly, deep warmth seeped and dripped into every inch of his innards. Tears streamed down his cheeks in deeper lines than before, his jaw dropped, lungs refused to pull in air. Every inch of his body froze, giving a looking glass for his mind to focus on the deep throbbing pleasure in his abdomen. From every single screaming nerve flicking with pleasure, and every flexed muscle he let control go.
His stomach began to lift on it's own, filling slowly from the stream of molten goo coating his inner walls. Denver's somewhat less virgin ass gripped down on the slowly recoiling tentacle within, lungs conceding back the ability to breathe properly while he heaved and shook from the intense thrashing his body had been through. His mind felt numb, stripped of all rational lines of perceiving things. All he knew at this moment was that he felt good; “on top of the fucking world” good.
The two of them lay intertwined on the sticky sweat covered bed. Tendrils lay across hot skin, like vines deeply entrenched in brick walling. A slow pace of breathing returned, forecasting a little normalcy in his breath for the first time that night. He looked down at the creature's grasp, still cradling his genitals and at a snail's pace retreating from his rear.
“That was... I have no fucking clue what to think, how do I even compare that to anything that I have experienced?” He said with vague detail to exactly how much experience in his life he had, which was very little even for how often he found himself tending to his own needs.
The creature cradled his body with great care. Cleaning the dripping, oozing, and otherwise sweaty parts of his form with tiny mouthed tendrils. He melted under the affection, even if it was more for sanitary purposes than affection.
“I can see why Angel keeps you around. Well this and I am sure you make good cookies or something.” He snorted to himself
“Say... is this what Angel feels? Is this what you do for her every time? Not to be intrusive or anything... I just, want to know-”
“You want to know how she feels, In it's entirety. We are in your mind. Remember?”
Before he could clarify himself to the creature, arms constricted his throat, his chest felt tight and his legs were once again pinned to the bed at the ankles and joints. He winced, trying to make out any noise he could from his now surrounded throat.
“No. What you experienced is not like what she feels. You lack the... physical form to experience such things but we will do what we can to convey it for you.”
His eyes split open wide, fear gripped his brain once again. He liked it. To lose control was all he ever wanted, he was tired. Tired of keeping things together, tired of struggling to keep composure, and most of all, he was tired of not getting what he wanted while allowing to be comfortable with himself at the same time. This monster, this creature, gave him just that.
“Our mutual friend has had much more experience with us than you have; this, may hurt.”
The voice in his mind gargled and snarled at his emotions, tugging at him to surrender to the fear in his heart and test his bindings for the strength of the being to be scrutinized for the sake of the hunt. His head felt invaded, no longer at home to a being, but a true monster. It dripped from the sanest parts of his brain, to his eyes; in all their unbelieving faculty, and down to his thumping heart, which felt as if it were to burst from his chest as things unfolded before his very being.
Arms quickly were tied behind his back, roped together with the living binds he came to love around his body. His legs bowed and locked down still, all remaining below his vision as the bulbous tip over his cock began to release his flushed sensitive head. He whined as the soft soothing pleasure that had been with him from the start of it all left him, replaced with the air's cooler feel. He shifted and groaned for more, fighting back at the hold the monster had over his mind, he loved the feeling it gave when it sunk it's teeth into his conscience. A game of chase within his own mind to occupy him while it enraptured his body with wet slimy limbs. It was a mental skirmish he had no hopes of winning; which made it all the better for him.
A lithe worm like tendril snaked around the head of his cock, winding under the mushroom cap shivering and shaking to his bliss. It crept around his head until he couldn't help but focus on it, morbid curiosity choke-holded his attention span as it retreated atop his members entry. His eyes widened again right before he knew what was about to happen, and as it slunk it's needle sized head down the tight entrance he swallowed what felt like his own throat.
It tunnelled down with indolent precision. A slight stretching sensation took the forefront of all the things he felt while it slithered and tucked away inside of him. The sluggish nerve wracking pace set his mind alight, he couldn't resist the monster's sensations in his brain, luckily for him it had all intention on making him watch. His eyes stayed locked on the view no matter how badly they wanted to roll back into his skull from the pleasure. Warm gripping flesh tugged up and down his shaft as the worm sunk deeper into him; millimetre by millimetre. He writhed and shivered, unable to look away. A peppering of sickeningly lustful thoughts placated his mind, he wanted more, deeper into him, harder against him, further down the beasts rabbit hole; or rather his own. His thoughts were bustling highways eager for a messy, gory, destructive pileup; and he wanted to be pressed to watch every second of it.
Seconds passed while Denver's cock thickened as the larger portions of the worm pushed down into him. He wanted to yell, he wanted to moan, he wanted to thrash out in elation and cum already. None of this would come to fruition before the creature had done it's job in it's entirety. His libido got him impatient, buckling his hips against the creature's perhaps naive gentle grip. As he fought to gain a high rung on the ladder to nirvana he found himself swiftly tackled back down by additional tentacles. His hips and stomach were detained to the mucky bed sheets once again, he giggled through the asphyxiating grip around his throat, earning him another rough squeeze from the monster.
“It would seem all humans share the same lack of virtue among one another.”
“Oh yeah? And what's that?” Denver spoke inside his crowded smoggy head
“Patience.”
The being anchored down on him, stroking at his tender dick, swirling around inside his spent ass at once while the worm dove down deep into him. He screeched and threw his head back, earning tighter bonds around his neck, pulling him upright to watch. It began to fuck his urethra, soft slimy fluid expelling with each dive down. Searing hot ecstasy stung his nerves from the inside out, radiantly buzzing to the outer flesh of his genitals. His body surrendered, convulsing and curling at the creature's will; all the while it shepherded his way to another string of tightly wound nerve orgasms shooting up his core like buckshot straight to the cap of his skull. The pleasure was too much, his body was too sensitive, he felt on the brink of splitting completely in two.
Denver's mind was on edge, about to break. Every thought was surrounded in misty carnal desire. Every hole, every nerve, ever inch of his body felt lost to him and out of control; and he fucking loved it.
Please, please, please. Fuck me... fuck me, fuck me! More... more dear god please don't let this ever fucking end! I want to die like this, I never want this to stop please use me harder! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!
The worm drilled down as deep as it could get, curling and whipping in on itself in a seizure of effort around the internal lining of Denver's prostate. The tentacle inside of his ass pulled back from the gooey mess still warm and deep inside him to his G-spot. It punched and targeted as close to his prostate as it could from the other side of his internal walls; all the while his cock was still being stroked. He seized up, clenching his jaw as bliss finally took hold of him. He shook hard against everything holding him and finally as the worm whipped back out from his entry, splashing excess fluids against the vanity. He came.
A wide white powerful spurt came out of him, messy thick and musky it gushed down his length in oversupply. He had never come so hard in his life before. More and more flowed from deep within his overstimulated body, down onto bed in more spurts and gushes. His stomach felt like it had flipped, and his mind was raw with tension. The waves kept on coming, his gut would tense up with each throb of elation and another pulse of cum would send him lurching upwards against his binds. The monster clamped down on his throat, thrusting harder against his prostate, milking him for all his worth. Denver's voice struggled to let out even the tightest ear piercing shriek of pleasure. He felt the darkness creep inwards to the edges of his vision as the last of his load was spent in electric fashion, channelling one last spasm around his body until. Silence.
He laid still for a long time. Heaving in deep breaths and keeping nearly completely still; save for the twitching of his deep red cock, which was still having a difficult time calming down. The creature pulled all it's limbs from around his body at once, a slow retract as to not not disturb his drained host. It moved his arms from behind his back, pulled his legs to a more comfortable position and cradled him in caring fashion.
A few hours passed before Denver regained his normal bodily functions, he looked down at his body to see a neat coating of tentacles still holding the underside of his body. Which was nice considering the sheets probably felt about as good as a warm puddle of cum, sweat, and who knows what else could; which was to say, not exactly Eden's bedding.
He wanted to mutter out a thank you, but before he could the creature laid a single tendril over his lips. His strength was better used in keeping the moment forever alive in his tired mind.
“Sleep, your body will need to recover from how much energy you have spent. We hope your experience tonight was... satisfactory.”
A low garbled noise left his throat, but not quiet his lips. Somewhere between a laugh and a groan, he rolled onto his side and just before sleep overtook him. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome... Denver.”
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Keys clanked into the lock of the door, and were quickly tossed onto the kitchen table. Angel walked into her apartment as the morning sun crept through the blinds. She walked past the kitchen tossing aside her coat and shoes. Still holding a half eaten scone between her teeth. She looked at the couch and saw it vacant. She cocked her head and turned to her bedroom.
As the door crept open morning light streaming in from the blinds of the window opposite the doorway, a dim amber light glowed across the bed, showing the nights festivities in their conclusion. She looked to her friend, his body half covered in black tar, sheets in complete disarray and room still tingling with a wild scent of sex.
She looked down to the foot of the bed, seeing the familiar featureless face of their now mutual friend. It waved a single tendril at her, and motioned to it's lip-less visage as to keep silent. She stared at it, and back to her friend, blinking in a confused stupor.
Oh yeah... I probably should have said something to him about that...hmm.
The End.