Millipoid Tickle Story

Chapter Sixteen

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_-_ Brief note from author on odd use of punctuation marks

_-_ "Dialogue"

_-_ ~Thoughts~

_-_ "~Dialogue through thoughts (telepathy)~"

_-_ End of note

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After four weeks of uninterrupted sleep, Sampson awoke. The sight he was greeted by was one that completely enraptured every part of his being. In front of him was the love of his life, his soulmate, his universe, the one being existence itself had decided would be his companion for eternity. Jane, simply stood there, smiling innocently at him.

For the first time since they had known each other, however, Jane did not don her usual androgynous, jet-black, humanoid appearance but had actually moulded herself into what Sampson himself would describe as the avatar of his desires, even ones he didn't know he possessed.

She was no longer wearing her signature white chef tunic. Before him stood a jet-black figure with very precisely defined, extensively refined, completely indismissible proportions, noticeably around the thighs, hips and chest.

He felt as though every aspect of her had latched firmly onto every atom in his body and was dragging him in mercilessly. There was an indescribable aroma emanating from her that tugged violently at his spirit. Her face, especially her eyes, evoked a powerful desire within him to both embrace and be embraced by her.

"~Hey, sleepy head.~" Her voice took on an entirely new and much heavier cadence, slithering through his being like it never had before. "~Sammy, honey. Look at you, all red, blushing and flustered.~" Her speech reverberated throughout every cell in his body as though she was speaking to his soul. Every word that left her lips made his body ache with immense need. Matters were only made far worse when she slowly pressed her own body firmly up against his.

His heartrate increased significantly and his breathing was heavy. He was so enthralled that he completely failed to realise that there wasn't a single item of clothing present on his body or that he had been restrained upright, arms and legs spread apart wide.

Her hands began to unapologetically wander about his body, caressing and occasionally grazing sensitive areas of his body with her claws, making him spasm wildly and laugh hysterically. She stopped and began to tenderly caress his face while gazing soulfully into his eyes.

"~ You know, every time you'd visit me, I'd become super happy. But when you'd leave, I'd get really disheartened, wondering when I'd get to see you again. But then you'd come back and it would all be better.~" Every word caused an inexplicable burning warmth to grow within Sampson's chest.

"~I always had this idea that someday I would cross paths with someone who understood me, someone who laughed at the same jokes I laughed at, someone who I could call my best friend and... here you are.~" Despite being heavily tranced, Sampson was understanding every word flowing into his being and felt the longing in his body grow to almost painful magnitudes.

"~Not only do you understand me, but you're also the kindest person I've ever met. You never hurt me, you never used me, you always protected me... I love you, Sammy.~" Despite all that had happened already, the last few words still managed to shake him to his core, pulling a beaming smile to his face through the severe blushing.

"~I want to make you as happy as you make me. I want to make you smile as much as you make me smile and laugh as much as you make me laugh.~" She smiled brightly at him. "~Sadly, though,~" she said with somewhat of a pout, "~I'm not as funny as you, sooooo...~" Before Sampson could muster any thoughts back into his mind, she began poking, prodding and squeezing his sides aggressively, forcing him to bellow with laughter and lose what composure he never had to begin with.