A Being in the Night

You were dreaming, and now you're awake. Has the dream truly faded?

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You woke, restless, desiring more. The dream you had been having was so intense. Had left you so needy. A part of you wanted more. Needed more. And with that thought, another voice answered in your mind. “If you want to continue, mortal, then simply say please.”

You stopped, for just a second, not sure what was happening. But then the neediness of your hand, teasing at your sex, insisted upon your mind, and you found yourself saying “P-p-please. Please continue. Yes. Fuck. Please.” A laugh echoed in your mind.

And then the laugh began to echo in your room. Darkness was coalescing on the floor. Strands of light and vision being pulled away from the waking world. Forming upwards. A pillar of nothing. You had stopped touching. The horniness had fled your system.

Maybe this had been a bad idea. The column of pure void was nearly at the ceiling when it stopped. And then it twitched. Then again, and then it began to writhe as hands, and appendages pulled themselves out of the column. A face contorted from the nothingness.

You recognised that face. The face from your dream. Enchanting. Lovely. The eyes of spiralling gold that came close to your own eyes. “Do you want to continue, mortal?” The voice was soft, hesitant. You looked the being up and down. From face to… Tail?

You could work with this. Sure, you had your misgivings. But this being seemed to want your pleasure. How bad could it be? And some of those appendages. Hands, tentacles, mouths and so much more. You nodded, feeling brave. “Yes, yes I do.”

Those eyes bored into yours as a hand touched your thigh. Something encompassed your sex, and you felt something lapping, hungry, needy for your desire. Your mouth was opened, something slithering inside. It tasted, wonderful. You began to suck.

And as you did, you felt your eyes locked onto the being’s own. Your body was lifted, your wrists and ankles held. There was no fighting it, but why would you ever want to fight this pleasure? Even as a mouth bit at you, even as a tentacle grasped you. It all felt so good.