One Girl’s Hell, pt 4

I fell through the opening on the table with a gasp. The faint light from the room fading from view as countless glowing, purple tentacles swarmed around me. I tumbled through them, their wriggling lengths unable to coil around my cum-slicked body. Deeper and deeper into their domain I fell, but it didn’t feel as though I was falling. Just further into the never-ending.

Glowing tentacles were everywhere, always reaching out from all sides. It was like uncontrollably flying through a cavern, one with trembling walls, stalagmites, stalactites, columns and tunnels completely covered in tentacles and tendrils. I crashed into the writhing masses, bouncing from their surface before continuing on. Each slimy tentacle left some sort of residue on me as it slipped away, and the blue semen left by the succubus was quickly smeared away. The tentacles steadily became more successful at their attempts to wrangle me as their own violet viscous material replaced the blue.

The more violet goop built up in any one area, the brighter it glowed. When I was finally stopped, one ankle wrapped in the embrace of a long, thick tentacle, I looked at myself in amazement. My breasts hung under my chin, strands of purple running up and over my nipples before breaking off into glowing droplets. They fell further into the chasm, splashing onto more tentacles closing in on me. Thick rivers of the goop clung to my skin, glowing bright in comparison to the rest of my coated flesh.

More of the thick tentacles wrapped around my arms while the one grasping my ankle slithered and twirled up my leg. My free foot tapped against a wriggling wall, dozens of small tendrils curling across it and between my toes. Another tentacle hooked around my knee, pulling it into the wall before coiling up my thigh and behind my back. My arms became entangled in tentacles and tendrils along the wall, legs pushed wide open and secured by the hundreds of tendrils on it’s slick surface. 

They wasted no time. One thick tentacle surged into my exposed pussy while another pushed through my ass from behind. Another took advantage of my open mouth as a sudden moan escaped, plugging my throat as it plunged deep. Thousands of tendrils explored my legs, ass, back, arms and scalp, some even working their way into my ears. They stretched across my sides and wriggled over my thighs, stomach, breasts and face. My nipples soon found themselves wrapped up and pulled, several length tendrils probing into my nose. I felt what must have been dozens of them teasing my stretched pussy, sliding across my labia and swirling around my clit. The wriggling masses tickled and wetly scraped across every centimeter of my skin, while their thicker brothers rearranged my guts.

I could feel the thick tentacle digging deeper into my ass, slithering it’s way through my intestines. The thought sickened me, but not as much as it excited me. I found myself rocketing through a climax before I knew one was building. Every grinding, tickling, sliding sensation drove my orgasm higher, paralyzing me in uncontrollable pleasure while the tentacles plunged deeper.

The thick probes inside me began to glow brighter just before strong pulses shook into me. Warmth began spreading into my body, then gushing from the tips of all three buried tentacles. Bright purple fluids leaked from every tendril as the tentacles pumped me full. My mind burned as the fluids flowed through the tendrils in my nose and ears. I strained to look at my breasts, feeling a burning sensation at my nipples. Each was penetrated by thin, glowing tendrils as they oozed their luminous fluids inside. I hadn’t even noticed them sliding into my chest, all other sensations overloading… my mind going? What?

Bright violet flooded my vision, all senses fading. It was like getting lost in absolute bliss, my orgasm being my last feeling. Through the fog of vague nothing, I could still somewhat register the thrusting, tunneling, gushing tendrils, but it only drove my all consuming pleasure higher. Until the pain in my chest.

It was like being slammed against the wall, some unseen force crushing against my sternum. Every blow rocked my body, shaking me from the purple stupor. Tendrils fell away, and a long, blue arm with clawed fingers reached out to me from some distant space. Another jolt against my chest forced the tentacle in my throat out, wetly flying from my mouth followed by a stream of glowing purple goop. The blue, scaled arm crept closer, fingers inches from me when another strong blow pushed me through the slithering wall, away from tentacles, tendrils, and disembodied limbs. I fell into darkness, unable to see, unable to feel. No sounds, nothing. 

I fell for what felt like hours. When I finally felt something again, it was thankfully much softer than the pounding at my chest. Like a slow kiss, pressing against my lips. I took a deep breath as the kiss lingered, and was left alone again. Falling forever. Descending into the endless black, until my chest was hammered once more. My eyes clenched shut, and I coughed out the air I had just inhaled. Blinding light glared behind my closed eyes, and I landed hard on my back when they opened. 

Shaky coughs continue to escape me before I take a deep breath. My eyes flutter open, taking in my new, yet somehow familiar surroundings. My mouth is wet, like a damp cloth had just been dragged across it, and I could taste semen on my tongue. It felt like it was still clinging to the sides of my throat, so I swallowed weakly. My throat burned, my chest ached. Like I had been holding my breath far too long. I was laying on a bed, I realized. Flat against the mattress, soft sheets under and around me. A panicked voice cried out, “Fuck you’re _alive!!!_” before strong arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. The man began trembling as he hugged me, crying unabashedly and rocking back and forth. I didn’t really know what to do, but patted him on the back reassuringly. 

“Uh, I guess?” I said in a raspy voice.

“Oh,” he replied, releasing me. I caught myself on my elbows, watching as he reached over and retrieved what appeared to be a glass of water. “Here,” he said, offering it to me. “You’re probably thirsty.”

I took it from him, looking him up and down. “Yeah,” I said, memories of my hell fresh in mind. I don’t know what the demons are trying to pull, but I certainly _was_ thirsty. And with that last, unbelievable orgasm cut short, a drink wasn’t all I was after. It was indeed water, cold and refreshing. I handed the cup back to him _’the guy who facefucked me into the afterlife!’_ I realized, and took a look at myself. 

I was naked, except for the panties I’d been wearing that night. They were drenched, _probably from arousal,_ I thought, remembering that night. My belly button ring was back, a silver outlined emerald hooked and embedded in my navel. I ran a hand through my hair, surprised to find some sticky substance in it. The mostly naked man at my side grimaced a little. A military tattoo was all that covered his broad chest, well defined abs resting above some tight briefs. 

“Sorry, I made a bit of a mess,” he offered. He looked genuinely relieved, which almost made me believe the whole hellish experience was over. I was still unconvinced, but smiled anyway. “Are you ok?” he asked a bit sheepishly. “You were gone for a couple of minutes, there.”

My eyes widened. ‘_A couple of minutes? Two?? I was tormented for years, decades even, and it was only two fucking minutes??_’ My mind swamped in horrified disbelief. “Hey, it’s OK. You’re ok.” His reassuring tone did nothing to calm me. He wrapped me in another hug, our bare skin rubbing together. He felt warm, so _warm._ I could feel his pulse against my skin, and in that moment…

“It’s over,” I sighed. Relief flooded through me, and I began to cry. I wept onto his shoulder, letting him hold me as I sobbed. All the torment, the succubi, tentacles, hellish creatures. It’s done. I now knew of the dangers of my current path. I had to change my lustful ways, or be forced into that hell again. I vowed, then and there to be more chaste, more wholesome. …starting tomorrow.

My last, truly physical encounter was denied, my last supernatural orgasm cut short. This near naked man squeezing me into himself made me _desire_. I reached a hand down to his crotch, cupping his hardening package beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. His long stiffness made my need even more desperate, and it wasn’t long before we were both fully naked. With no convincing at all, he pushed me onto the bed, slid my panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor. His briefs joined them soon after, and he took his place between my legs. 

His cock was still slick with my spit mixed in his cum, and easily slid all the way in with one,  strong thrust. I moaned happily at the normal sized cock filling me, orgasm almost instantly striking as his almost eight inches sunk inside. His pelvis ground against my clit, my wetness building steadily as he pulled away. He held my thighs on either side of him, then lifted my legs. My calves rested over his shoulders, his hands gripping my hips as he began thrusting harder and faster. My feet began twisting as my orgasm thundered to life, toes curling, fingers grasping the sheets under me. The melody of my climax erupted from my lips as it crashed over the edge, pleasure sweeping through me in spasming waves. He laughed at my release, seemingly pleased with himself as liquid pleasure gushed around his cock, soaking his balls and the sheets below.

He let my legs fall from his shoulders, and they quickly wrapped around his waist. His hand fell to my pubic mound, thumb gently touching my throbbing clit before rubbing against it. He leaned back and pulled his hips away, increasing the pressure of his sliding meat along my g-spot. My orgasm intensified rapidly, and I screamed as he thrusted back in. My whole body trembled with each thrust, eyes rolling as his assault continued. When he finally stopped, he buried his cock to the hilt, then leaned over me. One of his strong hands grasped a breast, rubbing a stiff nipple under his palm. The other went behind my head, lifting my face to his. He slapped his hips against me in slow, soft thrusts, riding out my slowly subsiding climax as our tongues danced together in our mouths.

His pace quickened again, lips remaining locked as his thrusting increased. The hand at my breast tightened, long and heavy pounding at my pussy. He groaned into my mouth, and I knew he was close. My legs wrapped tighter around him, and my hips rose to meet his with every thrust in. Our kiss broke, and our eyes locked. His thrusting faltered as his orgasm neared, so I pulled myself to him, pressing my sex against his before gyrating my hips. We both arrived soon after, his pulsating warmth triggering another of my own orgasms. He groaned and grunted as he emptied himself into me, and I moaned my pleasure back. Some time after the last throb of his cock, his warm seed deposited deep within my quivering folds, he rolled off. He laid next to me, and I rolled to face him.

“I’m really glad you’re not dead,” he said with a nervous laugh. 

“Aww,” I replied. “You just wanted a _warm_ body to cum inside.” We both laughed. He wrapped me in his arms, and slowly fell asleep. 

I laid there, restlessly. His deposit leaked out in a sticky river over my thigh. It turned me on again, and I considered waking him for another go, but decided to handle matters myself. My fingers were wet the instant they slipped across my slick lips. I sunk a couple inside, rubbing against my g-spot while pinching a nipple in my other hand. My hand eventually left my breast, slid down over my tummy, and went to work on my sensitive clit. I rubbed, probed, fingered, and prodded, but couldn’t bring myself to climax. I tried for close to an hour, but just couldn’t come no matter how close to the edge I went. I let out a breathless sigh of frustration, and laid next to what’s-his-face. He just kept snoring softly next to me, completely oblivious to my dilemma. My eyes wandered to his face, then down his exposed chest. The blanket was draped across his body over his stomach, but I could almost make out the bump his limp cock made in the sheets.

My mind was made up before I’d even considered anything else. I slowly pulled the sheet away, revealing my treasure. I knelt by his side, leaning over his waist as my fingers wrapped around the base of his flaccid member. Both hands toyed with his cock, which found itself back in my mouth once it was half erect. Our flavors filled my mouth as my tongue slid over and around his stiffening meat, and I moaned hungrily around his shaft. His bulbous head tapped the back of my throat, and I pulled away, baring half his length to the open air beyond my lips. One hand pumped up and down his exposed shaft while my head bobbed above, my other hand working tirelessly between my legs. I sucked, and jacked and jilled us both, until finally…

He groaned awake just in time to watch me climax. Juices flowed along my thighs, and down into the sheets as I moaned onto his cock. He put his fingers through my hair, then bucked his hips upward. His motions were only half-hearted, apparently trying to avoid plunging back into my throat. I massaged his balls and locked my lips, sucking as best I could through my orgasm. It seemed to be enough, and I groaned when hot, sweetly bitter semen spurted into my mouth. It splashed across my tongue and into my throat, but didn’t fill my mouth. His cock pumped a few milliliters out, but I had come to expect more. I swallowed his load, and kept sucking. I licked, sucked, and pumped my hand along his shaft until he pulled me away. My eyes met his, tired delight etched into his face. Disappointment dominated mine, but I made sure to cover it up before he could register it. He just fell back onto his pillow, and was back to sleep a moment later.

I was still wired. Not even a hint of exhaustion, just horny aggression. I pulled the sheet back up to his chest, and found my way to his bathroom. _’Maybe all I need is a quick, cold shower,’_ I thought, not really believing it. I was convinced the succubi did something to me, left some spiritual influence on me. Something to make sure I’d never be satisfied if I found some way to escape.

The cold water stung my flesh, and I emerged from the shower a shivering mess after a few minutes. I dried and warmed myself with a towel, then went to the sink. I put both hands on either side of the sink, then looked at my reflection. A quick shriek fled from my lips before I was able to close my mouth. Looking back at me in the mirror was another scaled succubus. This one had pink skin, darker on the arms and lighter across the bare chest and face. She had no horns, and seemed to be mimicking my actions. I stumbled away and off to the side, shakily sitting on the toilet. 

_’Did I really just see that?’_ My mind asked the question I never wanted answered. I tried to get my breathing under control, then held trembling hands before my face. The flesh covering them was indeed pink, but mostly due to the cold. No scales on my fingers or knuckles, or anywhere along my arms. My breasts were still smooth and soft, firm mounds of flesh covered in nothing but goosebumps from the cold shower. My breathing slowly calmed, and I was able to assure myself that all was well. Must have just been a trick of the light, or nerves. Everything is ok.

But, I didn’t really believe that. The burning desire was returning, steadily building into an undeniable inferno. I knew I wouldn’t be able to scratch the familiar itch myself, the last attempt making that perfectly clear. No one man would be able to keep up, doubtful that any toys would help either. No, my cravings would only be satisfied with real, authentic, flesh on flesh action. Shouldn’t be too hard to achieve, haven’t heard too many “no”s in my sexual history. Fuck it, I need more _now_. 

I wrapped a towel around my petite frame, and wandered out of the apartment. No one was in the hallway, but I could hear a familiar, exciting sound from behind one of the doors. I listened carefully, following the soft sound of passion. It was loudest three doors down, and promptly stopped when I pounded on the door. No answer after a few moments, so I knocked again. The door finally swung open, now held firmly by an annoyed looking man wearing a blue bathrobe. He had a crisp, black beard, piercing blue eyes, and short, messy hair. Sweat beaded up on his brow, chest glistening in the low light with perspiration. 

“_What?_” he asked in a frustrated tone. “I’m kinda in the middle of something!”

“And it’s late,” a female voice called from somewhere deeper into the apartment. 

“I know,” I offered. “But, you seemed to be having fun. I’d hate to miss out?” My towel fell to the floor just before I stopped talking. The man arched an eyebrow, eyes drinking in my curves as I stood naked in his doorway. 

“Mmmm,” his partner hummed, coming up from behind. Her long red hair shined spectacularly as it cascaded down her face, rolling over her shoulders, and clinging wetly to her chest. Her pale skin was accented by the tan of the man next to her as she slid a hand into his robes, rubbing his chest. He smiled, and opened the door, inviting me inside. I gave them a coy smile before entering, my hips swaying with each step. The man’s robes were sliding down to the floor before the door was closed, and they led me back to the bedroom.

_’This is even easier than I expected,’_ I thought, taking the woman in my hands when we reached the bed. She laid on her back, pulling me onto the mattress over her. Our lips pressed into each other, mouths opening to allow our tongues to glide together. My knees dug into the soft padding below, ass in the air. The man climbed up behind me, one hand holding my hop firmly as something hard and warm slid up my thigh. It pushed along my wet folds, then slowly slipped inside. I moaned into his partner’s mouth, her hands exploring my body as the thrusting increased. 

An orgasm rapidly approached, the irresistible urge satisfied for the moment. _’How long will these two be able to keep up?’_ I wondered. The answer didn’t really matter right now, only the now endless chase of my next climax. Doesn’t matter how long they can go, or how much pleasure they can provide. I’ll just move on to the next when they’ve been exhausted. There’s always more meat…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kfkmal/one_girls_hell_pt_4

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