Needs Met

The tentacles were cold at first, like that wintery day she recalled when she began to touch herself just ten or fifteen minutes earlier, but there was no hot chocolate.

Ashley dropped the vibrator when each of her limbs became entangled with tentacles. While they were cold - freezing, in fact - at first, they warmed to the perfect temperature almost instantly. There were still growls coming from the drain, but whenever Ashley would become aware of them, they seemed to quiet down. The tentacles lifted her into the air but when she screamed - although not from fear of the oddly colored arms, just from a fear of falling - they gently put her back on the tiled floor. As if this creature read her mind, it wrapped another one of it's tentacles around her waist and lifted her again. Now that there was more support, she no longer feared being elevated.

But Ashley was so very confused. There were tentacles coming out of her shower drain while she was trying to masturbate after several hours of not being able to sleep (which was very unlike her). Yet, for some reason, she was completely calm. One part of her brain was screaming, telling her, "What the fuck? Get out of here! It's going to kill you!" But there was another part of her that relaxed her, told her it would be okay, that everything that was about to happen would be fine and she would wake up tomorrow morning having gotten what she wanted most tonight.

A smaller tentacle picked up the vibrator and turned it on to a medium setting before placing it gently on Ashley's clitoris. She sighed with total relaxation, happy to have her arms free from the work of holding the heavy toy against herself. She closed her eyes and entered a state of total mindfulness, complete one-mindedness and completely participating in this present moment, as well as the next moment, and the next moment, and the next moment...

The tentacles played with her breasts, flicking the nipples slightly for mild stimulation. 

(There seemed to be an endless number of these things, but she dared not question it. She allowed it.)

One more wrapped itself around her neck, choking her slightly only to restrict the slightest amount of blood flow to the head before letting go. The head of the tentacle slithered across her cheek and onto the outside of her lips. 

Without thinking, and her eyes still gently closed, Ashley whispered, "I want to suck that cock so badly." And so the creature pushed itself inside her mouth and fucked her throat. In, out, in out. It travelled to the back of her mouth, feeling her wet tongue under it. It went back farther, down her throat and making a bulge come out of her neck. She didn't know how, but she knew the monster was impressed with her lack of a gag reflex.

The vibrator stopped, and there was a sudden, new sensation on her inner thigh and she choked on the tentacle from being startled. It slipped out of her throat and pet her cheek. She found this comforting, and allowed it to go back to fucking her throat. It rubbed her inner thigh softly, the suctions on its arms sucking on her skin. The end of the tentacle played with her clitoris and again she was reminded of that time someone referred to it as the button on a woman to make her come. She laughed to herself, but she dare not do it aloud or else she'd choke again.

Then it went into her, but slowly so as not to startle the normally anxious Ashley. It went in an inch or two and then out a couple of times. It felt so good, slippery and wet and warm.

Warm like hot chocolate.

And then it pushed in further and Ashley realized how thick these tentacles were. They stretched her hole wide and fucked her hard. She choked a little bit, and the tentacle in her mouth came out. "Oh... Fuck!" She wanted to scream, but whispered instead. Even while being fucked by a creature that just came out of her drain, she still was wary of her sleeping neighbors.

She remembered again her time with Alex. She realized she wanted Alex so badly. She wanted him sexually and immensely. And for some odd reason, she felt she was getting just that. The tentacle didn't feel like a tentacle inside her, it felt like Alex's cock.

Regardless of the circumstance, she moaned and made high pitched, pleasurable whimpers. It went in, out... in, out... Occasionally it would go very fast and Ashley was reminded of that one time she found herself on PornHub.com looking at a video of a girl getting penetrated by what was a "fucking machine" with a dildo on it. It went in and out of that girl faster than any man could ever go, and she was moaning and enjoying herself just as Ashley was at this moment.

But it would not fuck her that fast for too long, it seemed to be mindful of Ashley's comfort. After several minutes of this penetration, yet another tentacle revealed itself. "Put it in my ass," Ashley whispered, not even realizing it but not against it in the least. The tentacle, seemingly already lubed up, pushed itself into Ashely's asshole slowly but very, very far. "Oh... fuck... Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." She felt it go deep, very deep, into her asshole. She had never experienced anal penetration such as this before. When she opened her eyes for the first time in quite a while, she noticed a small bulge coming out of her lower stomach (intestines? Maybe below that? Ashley couldn't recall her anatomy class information). It was almost minuscule, one could have easily missed it, but it was there. It moved around just a little bit and she realized that it was the tentacle that had gone up her ass. And then it slowly came out of her, and she let out a breath simultaneous to the tentacle moving out of her. "Ah... Shit... Oh my god..."

Ashley moved her attention to the tentacle still penetrating her vagina. It was going much faster now, fucking her so hard she could hardly understand the physical ability of the creature, not that she could understand it before this anyway. Her arms and legs pulled against the restraint of the creature but she did not want to curl up as her body wanted to, and she knew the creature was aware of that desire because it did not let her limbs move where they wanted to go. "Ahh! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me like a slut! Yes!"

She had screamed something similar when she was with Alex, although she probably did during any good sex. Why she kept thinking of him was beyond her understanding. She must have really wanted him.

"Oh, fuck!" She made animalistic grunts, whispering "Yes, yes," beneath all of them.

Ashley would come tonight, she knew this in her mind, her heart, and of course her whole body.

The tentacle, sensing what was to happen, pulled out and Ashley squirted all over her shower wall. She was out of breath and the creature set her down gently on the floor. Big breaths in and big breaths out. She lay on the cold tile and touched her breasts, closing her eyes. Maybe this was a dream, but at least it was a good one.

The sound of the vibrator came to life. She opened her eyes to see the tentacles still very much in her shower, one of them holding the vibrator. Judging on the sound alone, it seemed to be turned onto the highest setting. but Ashley couldn't be sure. The arm pressed the toy against her clit and she whimpered and moaned. It was indeed on the highest setting of her favorite type of vibration. She took many, rapid, shallow breaths as she allowed the monster to play with her. Giving a, "Shit!" or a, "Fuck me!" or other variation of vulgar enthusiasm on occasion. Her legs, now free to move, wiggled around and made sliding motions on the floor as if trying to get away, but she did not want to get away. Her hands and fingers tried but failed to grip the floor and held her eyes tightly shut, but she was not in pain. This was merely how she prolonged the ecstasy she was feeling on her pussy, and the monster knew this.

Ashley came in the shower that night, and she squirted liquids from her body again. She was well out of breath, but very satisfied. She opened her eyes, expecting Alex, but it was the tentacles again. One arm caressed her cheek, slowly and gently glided over her body. Across her breasts, passed her stomach, a quick suction on her clitoris and then they were gone back down the drain they came from. She lied back on the tile, catching her breath.

She took a second shower, cleaning off the sweat from her previous activity and grime from the floor and fell back into bed minutes later, still naked and still wet. All Ashley wanted to do was go to sleep.

The next morning came as if nothing had ever happened and as quickly as if she had only taken a nap. Though she was still naked, she was dry and, although with no memory of how she got this way, neatly tucked into bed.

There was a breath in her ear, and she jumped but then felt an immediately calm. She let out yet another sigh of relief. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered Alex from college sleeping next to her. The back of his hand felt her cheek before kissing her softly on the lips. She looked into his deep green eyes and heard him say, "Last night was fun."