The Awakening

“Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Just an update on out flight today. We are cruising at approximately 36,000 feet, at a rate of around 530 miles per hour. Arrival time at Mondragel airport will be roughly 4pm local time. Local weather is a clear, sunny day with temperatures around 32 degrees. Shortly we will start our decent so we hope you have enjoyed your flight.”

Steph and Ben looked into each others eyes smiling. It was their first getaway and they had both worked so hard for it. For the next 10 days there would be nothing more than relaxing and having fun in the sun.

Hand in hand, they peered out of the small window of the plane to see the ground, miles below them, partly obscured by small, scattered, fluffy clouds. They couldn’t wait for their vacation to begin.

After having coffee and Steph briefly dozing, the clunking sound of the plane’s landing gear was heard, followed by the wind noise and slight change in pitch of the engine, signifying that their landing was imminent.

Slowly the ground was getting closer and closer as the final approach flew over the perimeter of the airport and finally down onto the black asphalt of the runway. The engines roared as the plane slowed to a speed that it could turn off of the runway.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Spain. Local time is now 4:07pm. Pleas remain seated until the fasten seatbelt sign has gone out. Thank you for flying with us.” The chief steward announced over the loud speaker as the plane taxi’d to its arrival gate.

It seemed like an eternity until the doors of the plane finally opened and when they did, the heat hit the couple. It was hot!

Slowly the passengers started to leave the plane, Ben and Steph amongst them. Ben led the couple down the steps of the aircraft hand in hand and when he reached the bottom, assisted his girl from the steps.

As Steph placed her foot off of the steps and onto the tarmac, she felt a sensation through her foot and up her leg which halted her. She gasped and held one hand on her chest.

“What’s up?” Ben asked.

“Wow, I just felt something as I stepped onto the ground. Its nothing, don’t worry.” Steph replied, shrugging the sensation off as the way she stepped off.

Mondragel town was an old, Spanish fishing port with many whitewashed villa’s and houses set out around the main town square and the surrounding hills. One building in the town was an old resting house for travellers and many old tales spoke of travellers never reappearing from the guest house once they had gone in. An old man, Miguel ran the guest house and kept a dark secret hidden, deep in the cellar.

Once the couple had passed through passport control and collected their baggage, they walked out of the main terminal building to a fleet of awaiting taxi’s. They chose one and luckily the driver was English speaking.

“Where you want to go beautiful people?” The driver asked.

“The Dexx hotel and spa please.” Ben replied.

“Very good choice sir, we go now!” And with this, the driver left the taxi rank and headed the 5 miles to the hotel.

Through the whole journey Steph had the feeling that she was being watched. An uneasy feeling but she was not going to let this spoil her vacation and tried to relax.

In the cellar of the old guest house it was cold, dark, eerie. Miguel’s secret was the legend from long, long ago. The cellar was dimly lit by vent holes that allowed sunlight into the room from ground level of the street above. There were also naked flame lanterns on the walls that were put out decades before.

In the centre of the large cellar was a tomb. It was solid, made of stone. It was square, about 8 feet by 8 feet and stood around 4 feet tall. It had a lid, that was made of wood.

Inside lay a creature, dormant for decades. Legend has it that the guests who went missing were prey for the creature. It had many tentacles, its origins from the sea as it came to shore in search of “the one”. As its search became more and more fruitless it lost its power and strength until the locals subdued it enough to incarcerate it in the tomb it rested in to this day.

But it stirred. Slowly beginning to wake from its slumber of decades. It twitched and writhed. Slimy tentacles sliding over one another. It was reanimated. “the one” had arrived!

The couple checked in to their hotel and headed up to their room.

“Room 453 baby.” Ben said as the elevator doors opened on the 4^(th) floor.

“Its left baby, down here.” Steph replied with a smile as she checked the sign indicating which rooms were in which direction.

“Here it is.” Ben smiled excitedly as he touched the room card onto the reader. It clicked and a green light flashed on the door handle.

The couple pushed the door open and inspected the room. It was roomy, a large bath and shower room and another room with the kingsize bed and sliding doors leading to a balcony that overlooked the pool below and the town.

Both stepped out onto the balcony to take in the view.

“This is nice.” Steph whispered as she slid a hand around Ben’s back. His hand immediately swung around her shoulder.

“Its amazing, what a view of the town and the harbour by the sea.” Ben replied.

“That must be the old town down there.” Steph pointed as the difference in the look of the buildings was profound.

“We should check it out.” He said as he turned and looked deep into her eyes.

Steph bit the corner of her bottom lip as she nodded. Ben leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his hand held her cheek as the kiss turned more passionate. Then he bent down, wrapped an arm around the back of Steph’s knees, held her shoulders and picked her up.

Ben carried her back into the room, still kissing and placed her gently onto the bed. They kissed for a while more before he broke off and leaned down to remove Steph’s sandals. His hands the slid across her ankles and up her shins before finding the bottom of her dress at knee level.

Steph let out a contented moan. A moan that pierced deep into Ben’s sexual being. It was the best sound in the world which made him immediately excited. Steph rubbed her legs together gently as Ben pushed the bottom of her dress slowly up her thighs.

Steph’s soft feet and slender legs were something Ben found irresistible and turned him on to such heights on their own. Her moans just completed the wonderful ensemble that was his girl.

She stared into his eyes, a deep, naughty look as she once again bit her bottom lip and slid her panties down her legs and off of her perfect feet.

Both Ben’s hands slid across Steph’s thighs as he lifted her dress up to reveal her perfect pussy, glistening wet from his touch and their passionate kisses.

Ben then moved to remove his t shirt, kicked off his sneakers and removed his shorts before moving between Steph’s legs. He once again started sliding his hands on each of Steph’s thighs, up and down, each time getting closer and closer to her beautiful pussy. And each time her breath would quicken, sometimes gasp as both looked longingly at each other.

When Ben reached the top of her legs his thumbs slid across each lip of her pussy.

“Oh fucking hell Ben, that feels beautiful.” She moaned as Ben smiled and continued.

Once again, he reached the top and did the same but this time he slightly pulled her lips apart to reveal her clit, shiny and pink.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned once more.

Ben did the same thing again, parted her lips and this time moved his head down towards her. She watched him as his gaze disappeared between her legs.

Then came the sensation she was waiting for. She could feel his tongue touch her clit and slowly slide across it sending sparks across her body and making her legs involuntarily twitch.

Her moan this time was long, fulsome and deep. It felt so good. She moved one hand down onto his head to push him as deep onto her as she could, her other hand went straight to her breast and she brushed her nipple before taking it between her forefinger and thumb, and squeezing gently at first, then a little harder. The feelings were intense.

Ben moaned from deep between her thighs as he slid 2 fingers into Steph’s soaking pussy. The pleasure level grew another notch for Steph. Edging her to what she knew would be a big one! It felt perfect.

Occasionally, Steph would feel Ben’s hard cock against her leg, adding another level of pleasure to her sensations.

Ben’s fingers were rubbing Steph’s G-spot so beautifully as his tongue worked hard on her clit and her fingers caressed her nipples to such a heightened state of arousal.

“Ben baby,” Steph moaned “I’m gonna cum so hard baby.”

Ben moaned again from between her legs. The vibrations of his voice on her clit was all it took to send her completely spinning into a full body orgasm. Steph completely relinquished all control and fell head first into a crashing orgasm that swept her body.

Wave after wave of succulent orgasm pulsed through her body as her moans made Ben’s cock drip with precum. She clenched hard around his head with her thighs as she came again and again on his tongue and fingers, her nipples so erect and hard.

The waves continued until she could feel them start to subside. Ben also felt this and broke away from her clit and removed his fingers. He immediately brought them up to Steph’s mouth and she eagerly took them in to taste her own juices. Her eyes closed and she moaned once more as her nectar slid down her throat.

Ben moved up, he hovered over Steph before looking deep into her eyes once more and sliding himself slowly, deeply into Steph. His moan was long, it felt good, she felt so good.

Steph moved her legs up and Ben sat upright as they made slow, sweet love. She placed her soft soles onto Ben’s chest before he grabbed an ankle and slide her toe into his mouth. He moaned again as he sucked her delicate, soft toe, his thumb pressing into her sole, finger around her ankle.

She could feeling him harden as his thrusting became faster, deeper. She was silent, she knew if she moaned he would explode inside her straight away and she wanted to tease him. She knew he wanted that sound and she was trying to hold it in but with another orgasm building inside her she could hold it no longer.

“Ben, I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” She exclaimed as she moaned so deeply and her back arched.

“Oh fuck baby so am i.” He moaned as Steph’s 2^(nd) orgasm started to crash through her body.

The moan and her orgasm pulsing on his cock sent him over the edge and they came hard together. He pushed, thrusted so deeply as he came. She could feel his cock pulsing, twitching inside her as his body spasmed. The couple felt time stand still for a split second. On the edge of heaven.

Both moaned as their orgasms rocked them before they both collapsed on the bed. Gasping, breathing heavily, they both looked at one another and smiled before curling up in each other’s arms and drifting off into blissful sleep.

End of part 1.

As the couple slept, something was happening in the old town.

In the cellar of the old guest house the monster was beginning to grow in strength. It fed on sexual energy and when “the one” was close it would absorb that energy. The creature started to writhe more excitedly, its tentacles pulsed, it glistened in the dim light as it secreted a pungent fluid. Popping and slurping sounds emanated from the tomb as it became more agitated, more excited by the arrival of the one he had always craved.

Then, the monster started to glow a deep purple colour. It pulsed gently as if it was giving off a signal, a probe to find and start the corruption of “the one”, it wanted her!

Steph laid on her stomach, naked, as she slept, one leg straight, the other bent. Her flawless legs and feet leading to her perfectly shaped ass, illuminated by the bright moon shining through the open door of the balcony.

Ben lay next to her also naked as the couple been since they made love earlier in the evening. The white sheets covered Steph’s stomach and breasts as her lifeless body lay blissfully in a deep sleep.

Steph was running, the crowd was massive, she wanted to get away but the crowd slowed her. It was gaining on her. Then something touched her calf, the sensual sparks made Steph’s eyes briefly close as she let out a moan.

“What the fuck was that?” she whispered to herself.

She continued pushing through the crowd, trying desperately to escape something. What was she running from? Why was she running? She couldn’t think of what or why but knew she had to get away.

Again, something caught the heel of her sandaled foot and again, the pleasure that pulsed through her stopped her in her tracks. Panting, wanting to feel it again she slowed her escape. Again, it touched her, this time across the top of her sandal, her toes. This completely took her breath away, she hah to pause her breathing or she would have exploded into orgasm there and then.

She stopped completely, people passing her in the crowd, she stood, staring, mouth sightly open, again, she was touched, this time on both ankle. It just brushed her skin but the sensations were amazing.

It was so good, she had to see what it was doing this to her. The compulsion to turn around was too much and slowly, she shuffled her feet to turn. The crowd passed on both sides of her, occasionally buffeting her as her head turned, she wanted to see. Or did she? Her head turned…..

“huuuhhh.” Steph gasped as she woke with s start and sat up on the bed, the early morning sun beaming through the balcony window.

She held her chest as she got her breath back. She could feel the wetness between her legs and her hand instinctively went to her thigh. Steph’s body was so sensitive, her touch sent bolts of sensual lightning across her body. She turned to look at Ben, asleep next to her and bit her bottom lip apologetically.

As she did, Ben turned and opened his eyes slowly.

“Hey baby, you ok? Did you sleep well?” He said in a groggy voice.

“Baby I slept so well, just woke with a start that’s all.” She replied, her soaking thighs aching for release.

“OK baby, I think I will jump in the shower then go and grab us some breakfast.” Ben said as he stood up off of the bed, his naked frame walking over to the bathroom.

“OK baby, that would be nice.” Steph responded with a smile.

As Ben disappeared into the bathroom Steph’s hands slid across her torso and onto her breasts. They felt so good in her hands, her nipples were erect and so hard as her fingers traced around them. She exhaled a deep breath.

“Fuck, why do I feel like this?” She whispered to herself. “What a fucking dream.”

Her touch felt good on her skin and one hand moved down between her legs.

“Aaah fuck, I can’t help it, feels so good.” She continued.

She felt herself building to climax again and stopped, she enjoyed the feeling of edging herself until she heard the shower turn off. This brought her back to her senses and she tried to compose herself when Ben came back out of the shower.

He continued to dry himself, apply deodorant and put on his clothes. Within a couple of minutes he was ready.

“Right, I am going to find good coffee and some breakfast. Anything you want me to bring back baby?” He asked as he bent down to kiss Steph firmly on the lips. Again, sparks shot across her body, she was a firework ready to explode.

“No thank you baby, just some good coffee and a good breakfast.” She replied.

“OK, I won’t be long. Love you.” He replied as he opened the apartment door, turned and smiled at her.

“Love you too baby.” She replied.

With that the door closed gently and Steph fell back onto the bed, running her fingers through her hair. She lay there, playing the dream back through her mind time after time before a smile appeared on her lips and she had an idea.

Steph never normally used a vibe to masturbate, it was never as good as her fingers and was difficult to bring herself to orgasm but for some reason she had packed one to come on the vacation, hoping her and Ben would have some playtime and he could use it on her.

She reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She fumbled around until she found it.

“I don’t even know why I am using this but here goes.” She said to herself as she pressed the button to start the gently buzzing.

It felt good as she gently moved the vibe over her arms, it tingled and tickled but for some reason felt different, more intense and she couldn’t wait any longer to get this thing between her legs.

It buzzed and skipped over her nipples, the sparks were intense as her kneed involuntarily bent as her ankles crossed.

She moved it lower, across her navel, to her pelvic bone, then anticipation was making her so wet. To the point where she was apprehensive about going any lower.

But she continued, lower. Staring at the ceiling intently, biting that bottom lip.

The vibe slipped easily between her lips to instantly latch on to her clit. Her moan was exquisite.

“Fuck, its never felt like this before.” She exclaimed as her eyes rolled back and her eyelids slowly closed to immerse herself in the feelings.

The rhythmic buzzing of the vibe was being absorbed by her body so sweetly as her mind drifted towards the dream she had. The touches on her legs, the sparks of sensual pleasure, the way the feelings made her stop. Drifting into her dream.

Her anonymity deep in the crowd, her legs shaking, buckling. Then for the first time she heard a voice.

“Do you want to cum for me Steph?” The voice whispered in her mind.

Without hesitation, she replied;

“Yes, I want to cum for you.”

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She shouted as the vibe stayed attached to her aching, wet clit, buzzing away.

Steph came so hard. Her body squirming, back arching on the bed. Her legs shaking as they clamped together, intensifying the sensation. Pulses of orgasmic pleasure struck her body time after time as she was completely consumed by the experience.

As the feelings dissipated she came to her senses and realised she had heard a voice. It had asked her to cum for it and she obliged so willingly. She had never felt like that before. She lay in the afterglow of her beautiful orgasm, enjoying the complete relaxation she felt, her dream and contemplating the voice that spoke to her. But she felt like she wanted more, she was so incredibly turned on but needed to take control back so lifted herself from the bed and entered the hot, steamy shower, where she would orgasm one more time.

In the guest house cellar the creature squirmed, pulsated and started to moan deeply. As it moved, the wet, slithery sounds of its tentacles sliding against each other started to become louder. One tentacle moved the wooden lid of the tomb and it started to edge closer to falling onto the floor. Closer and closer until eventually, the flimsy wooden lid fell off of the casket.

This monster was laying in its tomb, in a pool of its own fluid. Oozing, popping, slurping groaning as it came to life once more. Its deep, heavy breathing mirrored by the rhythmic movement of its body.

It had found “the one” and she had done just as it had asked her. It was the first step to completely consuming her into its world.

“Mmmm, you look amazing!” Ben exclaimed as he entered the apartment. “I got coffee and croissants, hope that’s ok baby?” he finished.

“Thank you baby, I feel really good and croissants are perfect.” She smiled as Ben bent down to kiss her full on her lips.

“I would like to take a walk into the old town today if that’s good with you?” Steph asked as she looked into the mirror while fixing her hair.

“Of course, any particular reason?” Ben replied as he took a sip from his coffee cup.

“I am just intrigued and really interested in the history of the town and It would be perfect to walk hand in hand with my perfect man.” She grinned as she explained her reasons.

The real reason was that she felt compelled to visit the old town. There was something pulling her, a need to visit the ancient fishing town and all it had to offer. Still burning with a massive sexual desire, Steph threw her arms around her man, just the feeling of the touch was nearly too much. Why was she feeling this way? It couldn’t have been the dream. She had plenty of erotic dreams in the past and never woke feeling like this.

Steph had decided that today, she would wear a vest top with a sarong. She knew Ben was a complete sucker for a sarong and openly said she looked amazing in this. With sandals adorning her perfect feet, she was ready.

Sure enough, Ben’s eyes widened at the sight of his girl. A broad smile was etched across his face.

“You look beautiful.” He beamed as he slid his arm around her waist.

The couple enjoyed their coffee and breakfast on the balcony before grabbing their sunglasses and heading out of the room.

“Don’t forget the door card baby.” Steph checked.

“Got it, lets go.” Ben replied.

The owner of the guest house was sitting at a small desk he labelled as “Reception”.

It was a quiet, sunny morning as the sunlight streamed through the open main door of the guest house. The ticking of the old clock on the wall was the only sound apart from the occasional tapping of shoes on the cobbles outside as people walked past the door.

The old man was running through the reservations he had for that week when he heard a crash and a loud, wet, slap, as if fluid had been spilt. It came from below him!

His head rose, staring out of the door, mouth open.

“No, it cannot be.” He muttered as he tried to absorb the realisation of what was happening.

The man shot up out of his seat, grabbed nails and a hammer and ran down to the cellar door. Hurriedly he started hammering nail after nail into the door and door frame. Securing the door so nothing could escape.

His Spanish mutterings punctuated the bang of the hammer on the nail head. As he was hammering, the frail wooden door frame was splitting but he had to secure the door.

Inside the cellar the monster was rising up, out of its concrete casket, tentacles on the floor, the tendrils working their way over to the door. It started to moan and slurp, at the same time, the man stopped hammering.

He stood, arms by his side, entranced by the creature. It was communicating through the fixed door to him, burying into his mind, reprogramming him. The man continued to stare blankly as the creature worked on him.

Once complete, the man smiled and nodded before turning and walking back up to his desk. Sitting back on his seat he watched and waited.

Steph and Ben headed out into the bright sun. The morning was hot and the pair headed, hand in hand, towards the old town laughing and smiling as the walked took around 10 minutes. The path moving away from the modern, paved walkway to the old, cobbled, narrow streets of the historical old town. The whitewashed buildings and shuttered windows painting an enchanted picture of how this old town used to look.

The narrow streets then opened up to the main square, a bustling area of small trinket shops, bars and restaurants. Each one different from the other, multicultural cuisine, handmade souvenirs and live music advertised.

Although the square was bustling, it wasn’t busy. There were a few locals going about their business, tourists checking out the shops and entertainment. In the centre of the square was an open area for performances and in the corner of the square was the small, old guest house.

Steph beamed as she absorbed the sights and sounds of the square. She squeezed Ben’s hand in excitement and pulled him towards the small shops where they would explore and see what they had to offer.

The couple made their way around the outside of the square, occasionally diving into the little shops. Steph found a bracelet and an anklet that she would wear as soon as they left the shop.

“Looks so good on you babe.” Ben smiled.

“Mmmm really? How good baby? Tell me.” She replied, biting her bottom lip.

“Babe, it looks damn sexy. I would take you now if I could. Repeat of last night, definitely.” He replied and the pair kissed on the lips.

“Mmmmm yes please.” Steph beamed. She still felt the sensations inside. They had subsided a little but were definitely still there.

As they made their way around the square, Steph could feel something. Yes, the sensations were still stirring deep within her but there was something else, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

The feelings were building, what was it? It was starting to consume her thoughts. She felt a little light headed, almost high, euphoric and as they walked it was getting stronger and stronger.

She could feel herself becoming wet, she felt very sensitive down there and as Ben rubbed his hand across her ass she felt on fire. It was getting worse, she wanted something. A burning desire to let go, drop her inhibitions. She felt raw, almost feral.

As they took in the architecture of the square they walked past the guest house. Steph was losing control by this point. She was hot, so turned on. All she had to do was touch herself and she would explode. It was crazy.

She stopped and looked into the doorway of the guest house. The man was sat at his desk, his head rose and he stared at Steph. She stared back and her mouth fell open, her hand went to her chest, brushed her breast.

Then a flash in her mind, something so erotic. She was naked, she saw her face in ecstasy, in her mind she heard her moans, her screams. Then the voice..

“Steph, Steph, come here Steph.” The voice said, smoothly, erotically. She stared back at the man wantingly.

The man stood up from his chair and opened his arms, inviting her in. She started to lift her foot to walk through the door, one step, then another…..

“Steph, Steph, Steph baby, what are you doing?” Ben shouted which immediately jolted Steph out of her trance.

“Oh, shit, baby, what was that?” She replied as he grabbed her arm.

“What happened?” He said concerned.

“I just completely lost it for a second. Don’t know what came over me. Totally lost myself.” Steph played down the immense significance of the incident that had just played out.

She looked back and the man, still standing, was still looking at her, he raised a palm at her. She felt compelled to respond with her own palm.

“I think we need to eat, you may be hungry baby.” Ben advised as the 2 found a table outside a small café.

Steph would keep trying to steel a view of the guest house, to see if the old man was still there. Why did she feel like this? She wanted something, felt compelled to do something but what? Why did she want to come down here in the first place?

Steph started to become scared. Not knowing why she felt like this concerned her.

The pair ate lunch and when Ben had settled the bill Steph stood up.

“Lets go back now, I am not liking it down here. Can we not come back to the square again, I don’t like it Ben.” She exclaimed.

“Um, but, you said you wanted to come down here this morning. Baby just because you felt queezy for a minute doesn’t mean we shouldn’t come down here again.” Her replied.

“Come on, lets just go, we can talk about it later.” She continued. If only he knew how she was really feeling. She realised that she would have willingly walked into that guest house, totally consumed by something. She had felt amazing.

With this, Ben agreed and they left the square to walk back to the apartment.

As Ben offered the door card up to the reader on the door handle, Steph grabbed his hand. He turned to face her to see her looking at him wantingly, biting her bottom lip.

The door opened and the pair walked in. She still felt incredibly turned on and needed a release. The door slammed behind them and she grabbed her man, planting her lips on his before sliding her tongue deep inside his mouth.

She flicked her sarong and it fell to the floor. She kicked off her sandals and lifted his t shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor as their kiss broke for a second.

She took no time to remove his belt and slide his shirts, with his underwear down to the ground. She could see how big he was.

Steph then walked over to the bed and put one knee on the edge, then the other, showing Ben her perfect ass. Ben had not ever seen her like this before and was even more surprised that she started to pull her panties over her ass and down her legs before flicking them off of her perfect feet, soles gazing up at him.

“Fuck me Ben. Fuck me hard.” She exclaimed in a moan.

He could see her glistening, engorged, soaking pussy and wanted it. Moving up behind her he leaned down, took her feet in both hands, drifted up her calves, her thighs until he reached her ass, perfect in his hands. He drew closer and closer.

Steph faced the window and gazed out as Ben slid deep into her. She moaned gloriously and closed her eyes to take every bit of him in. He started slowly, sliding in and out, pushing deep and deeper into her each time before speeding up. Steph could feel him filling her as her hand went to her nipple and squeezed. The pleasure was unbelievable.

She opened her eyes, looking out of the window she could see the old town, the mystical, compelling old town and smiled before closing her eyes again, moaning. Ben responded.

“Fuck you sound amazing, so fucking amazing.” He moaned.

Steph opened her eyes again. This time she saw a figure in the balcony, naked but dark, like a silhouette beckoning her. Ben kept fucking her so hard, so deep. Instinctively she extended her hand to the figure, reaching out.

It started to move forward. She felt like she was about to cum hard as Ben kept filling her with his hard cock, holding her hips or rubbing her back as he did.

The figure was standing in front of Steph, it extended its hands onto her head, then she saw something coming out of it. Wet, writhing, slimy.

The figure held her head, she was on the verge of exploding on Ben’s cock as the tendril wriggled towards Steph’s lips. She licked them in anticipation before she was passed the point of no return. It slithered and slathered its way into Steph’s mouth as she wrapped her tongue around it. It tasted amazing, she drank the flavour in and her mind was racing, descending into somewhere else so far from this apartment.

It started to work its way into Steph’s mind. Again, she saw the flashes, erotic, sensual flashes. Her dream flashed before her, the compulsion to give herself to something.

Ben kept fucking Steph hard and she could hold on no longer. Suddenly the vision of the figure, the tendril in her mouth disappeared. She could see herself being taken as she was pushed over the edge and head long into a massive orgasm.

Ben could feel her muscles contracting and pulsing on his cock as he kept pumping. Together with her sensual, sexual moans this triggered his own massive orgasm as he twitched and pulsed inside her before the pair once again, collapsed on the bed.

Spent and gasping, the pair held hands on the bed. Drinking in the amazing glow from each other. But Steph’s mind was racing. What was happening to her? First the dream, then the experience in the square, then the vision she had while making love. Something was happening to her, she felt incredible when these things were happening but she knew she shouldn’t.

Steph closed her eyes, hoping she would have a similar dream to the previous night.

Steph stood, in the doorway of the guest house, people milling around her. She stared, intently, at the owner with his outstretched arms, welcoming her into the guest house, beckoning her inside.

She was in a white dress and her sandals, her perfect feet adorned by jet black nail polish. She didn’t often wear black on her toes but felt compelled to paint them. Everything was in slow motion. The smile from the man in the guest house, so warm, so welcoming. She wanted to go in, something drew her in.

Slowly, she lifted her foot, took a step closer, then another step. Everything was slow, it felt nice, relaxing, just to go with it. The gentle breeze drifted through her hair.

The man smiled, she smiled back. She was at the doorway, everything was calm, she could hear distant voices, muffled conversations of the people around her, and Ben.

“Steph, baby.” She heard in the distance, calling, muffled.

“Baby, I can’t….” She whispered back, the man was mesmerizing, comforting.

“Baby, where are you going?” The muffled cries of his voice could only just be made out.

“Just……..want………to……..go……..here.” Steph drifted as the compulsion to walk towards the man consumed her as he put a finger to his lips. She didn’t say another word.

The man slowly moved to the front of his desk, smiling before holding out his hand to Steph. She had reached him and slowly raised her hand to join his.

The pair slid their hands together and the man’s smile changed to a deep, serious, sensual look. Steph looked deep into him and responded with the same desire, the sensual sensation once again drifted into her body.

The man then turned and led Steph slowly past the desk and through an archway to some stone steps leading down to a dimly lit doorway.

Steph’s heart was beating out of her chest. She felt so relaxed, so turned on and the feeling grew as they started to descend the steps.

With each step, Steph’s thighs rubbed together, the sensations were incredible, she squeezed them harder, let out a moan, her hand still being led by the man.

2 more steps to go, Steph didn’t know if she could hold on until the bottom step. The erotic sensations were building inside her, compelled to follow this man.

Both reached the door at the bottom of the steps, the man turned to Steph and placed a kiss on her forehead, turned and walked back up the steps towards the bright light of the guest house reception.

Steph stared at the door, drifting, feeling a calling so deep, a compulsion. She could hear sounds of wetness. Slurping, gurgling sounds. She looked down, at her feet, oozing from under the door was a fluid. It glistened as it slowly slid under the gap and towards her toes.

Then, she heard a low, vibrating, guttural moan from the other side of the door. This sent sparks of pleasure through her, she was becoming so wet. Her breathing getting faster, heavier, the occasional noise as her breath broke past her vocal chords. Her hand reached between her legs, through her dress, she could feel how wet she was.

Steph bit her bottom lip, she was mesmerized, compelled, she wanted something so bad. Her hand rose and she placed her palm on the door. She was shaking with anticipation, excitement and fear. Slowly she put pressure on the door. I creaked as the gap grew bigger and bigger.

Something was in there, so powerful, so strong. Steph grinned, she could make out something very wet and it was moving, something sliding over the other. The gap grew bigger, her eyes were starting to adjust to the light. She could make out what looked like snakes,. No, wait, they were, tentacles. Slurping, oozing this glistening, clear fluid.

She pushed the door more, the pleasure was growing, building. She took a breath.

Then, 2 bright yellow, burning eyes pierced hers, burrowed deep into her and the pleasure was intense.

“HHUUUUGH.” Steph woke with a jolt, sat up. Just stared in front of her.

“Fuck I’m going to cum.” She whispered to herself as her eyelids closed, her eyes rolled back into her head and the waves of pleasure took hold as her head settled back onto the pillow, mouth wide open.

She had to be quiet, not to wake Ben. It felt so wrong, but that just added to the intense sensations. She squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could, intensifying the pleasure as her muscles pulsed and contracted, trying desperately not to make a sound. She was cumming so hard.

Those eyes, all she could see when she closed her eyes were the burning, yellow balls of pleasure that hit her in such a deep, sensual place in her dream. The pleasure kept coming. The more she thought about those mesmerizing eyes, the more she wanted to see them again, to feel this pleasure. It was so sweet, so intense. She wanted more!

Why was she feeling like this? She was drifting from her reality. She couldn’t focus on anything else. Those eyes, the intense feeling of giving herself up, the temptation to succumb, to give all of herself up for the ultimate pleasure, she wanted it so badly.

With her orgasm slowly dying, her hands reached down. Her fingers latching on to her clit, rubbing hard on her swollen, soaking button. The other hand reached down further, 2 fingers slid inside her, dripping with her nectar. It took seconds for her to reach another crashing orgasm as those burning yellow eyes were still boring away at her inner soul. She rubbed one perfect foot across the top of the other as the addictive sensation of her orgasm consumed Steph’s whole body. She had to have more, she wanted to give herself to it.

At the guest house the man had sat, at his desk, waiting to guide the one, waiting before he stood up, blank faced and walked into the back room. It was 3 in the morning.

In the cellar the monster was gaining power, it had entered and controlled Steph’s mind in her dreams, creating the erotic dream and sending her suggestions that she willingly obeyed, But tearing her away from her partner for her take over could be difficult, it had to get her alone.

The yellow, pulsing, burning eyes of the creature became stronger, brighter, more powerful. As it left its stone casket and slithered impatiently around the cellar floor.

Then it started to rise up, to stand up, take the form of a standing person, its slithering tendrils aligning themselves to the body’s form. It then controlled the man to descent the stone steps and open the cellar door.

Within a few seconds the door creaked open, the man turned around and led the creature up the stairs and out into the cool, warm, Mediterranean evening.

Steph lay there, naked on the bed, totally spent from her dream and the incredible feelings she experienced when she woke up.

Looking up at the ceiling, with her fingers running through her hair she relived her dream. The feelings it manifested. She smiled. Contemplated actually wanting this dream to be real. What would happen if she came face to face with those yellow eyes? The yellow eyes, the thought of them once again stirred Steph. Biting her bottom lip in an apologetic realization, she realized she wanted whatever this weird, surreal, disgusting thing was.

With her body totally exposed and vulnerable on the bed, she drifted back into a blissful, deep sleep.

The moonlight illuminated the old town square as the monster moved across the cobbles, exploring its surroundings once again. Darting between the shadows.

In one of the side streets there was an opening which led into a shop and the creature slipped through the gap and into the warmth of the building where it sat and waited.

“Baby? Steph, Baby, wake up. It’s 9:30, you’ve slept for hours!” Ben said softly as he gently touched Steph’s naked shoulder. For the last half hour he had sat, just watching his beautiful girl lay naked on the bed, feeling grateful of her love. The vision before him made him hard and so turned on but didn’t want to wake her. Instead he took the opportunity to have a shower enjoy the thoughts of his girl and her beautiful body while pleasuring himself to a hard orgasm. As the water of the shower cascaded over his body, his legs nearly buckled as the shuddering climaxed gripped him.

“Baby, wake up. Hey, I made coffee.” He said, shaking Steph gently.

Steph wearily opened her eyes. She felt like she had been hit by a train. The tiredness was evident to see.

“You ok? You look like you’ve been up half the night.” Ben smiled as he handed her a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yeah, I’m good baby. Didn’t sleep well.” She replied still half asleep.

“Oh no, well we can stay here today and rest if you want to?” Ben suggested but was immediately cut short.

“NO! I mean, um, no baby its ok, I’ll be good when I have had a shower.” She retorted. Desperate to get into the old town on a discovery mission.

“OK, I thought we could go and explore outside the town, what d’ya say?” He offered, oblivious to the feelings swimming around Steph’s body and mind.

“Um, no I don’t fancy that, can we go back into the old town? There were a couple of shops I wanted to go back to?” She replied, slowly waking as she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. A white sheet covering her body.

“I didn’t think you wanted to go back there after the last time?” He replied confused at what she had just suggested.

“Yeah, I know, I overreacted, I think. Lets go there. I will shower and we can go.” She smiled as she stood up, sheet around her body, in the glorious morning sun and took another sip of her coffee.

At the guest house the stone casket lay empty except for the fluid that the monster had secreted before it had left in the night. The old man opened the cellar door and walked in. He knew what he had to do. The cellar needed to be prepared for the arrival of “the one”.

Steph supped the last of her coffee.

“That coffee was amazing baby, thank you .” She said as she dropped the white sheet from her body, walked over to Ben who was sitting on a stool checking his phone and sat down, facing him on his lap. She rested her arms on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately.

Ben worshipped her body and for good reason, she was outstanding. The feeling of her naked body on him felt so good and the sexual energy she was giving off was palpable.

She broke off and stood up, straddling Ben’s legs. He leaned in and kissed her torso as he placed his palms on her ass cheeks and brought her into him.

“MMMMM feels so good baby.” She whispered. “Let me go take a shower.” She continued.

With that she sauntered over to the bathroom, looked back with a sexy smile and disappeared to take a shower.

Steph let the shower run to steam up the bathroom before climbing in to the shower. The hot water soaked her body as she washed away the grogginess of her sleepless night.

Then the thoughts of the dream jumped into her head. She started to work in the lather of the soap bubbles when the yellow eyes burned her brain once more.

Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, Steph immediately felt that intense feeling course through her again. Her mouth opened as she lifted a foot and placed it on the edge of the bath.

“Oh shit!” She said out loud as the urge was far too strong and her hand found her engorged clit.

She started to circle it as she allowed the eyes to stay on her and burn into her sexual desire. She was eager to cum for the eyes, they commanded her to bring herself to orgasm and the feeling of obeying the commands turned her on even more.

“Oh, fuck, fucking hell, I’m gonna cum for you.” She whispered as the water flowed like a waterfall over her body.

“Oh yah, I’m cumming for you master. I’m cumming.” She continued as the every diminishing rational part of her brain screamed “What are you saying.” But Steph was far too wrapped up in the moment to care what it was shouting as she came hard on her fingers “for her master.” The feeling was incredible.

Steph’s breathing was heavy, fast. Her heart beating out of her chest. Her sexual hunger was insatiable but for only one thing! Those eyes! Those beautiful, glowing yellow eyes.

“OK, are we ready? Lets go!” Steph exclaimed as she put on her sunglasses and checked her hair in the mirror one last time.

“Ready when you are beautiful.” He replied with a smile and the pair left the apartment hand in hand.

The sun was, once again, hot, beautifully bright and the sky was a deep blue as the couple walked the 10 minutes it took them to reach the town square.

During the walk, Steph had time to reflect on what had happened to her in the 3 days since they had arrived in the town. How completely wrapped up in the incredibly sensual feelings that had coursed through her body and mind since they walked into their apartment. All of the bizarre dreams and visions she had in her mind.

She looked at Ben who was smiling back and decided that she would put more focus on him from now on. But there was something in the back of her mind that was still curious to find out the mysteries of this mesmerizing place. The place that had completely awakened feelings in her body that she didn’t know she could feel.

Arriving at the square the pair stopped and took in all of the sites and sounds. It must have been market day as there were stalls and street food being prepared. The smells were delicious. People were shoulder to shoulder, it was busy with thousands of people, they had never seen anything like this.

The pair took one look at each other, chuckled and both said;

“Well, lets do this!” And jumped into the crowd, holding hands so tightly so as not to lose one another.

“There were a couple of shops I wanted to go back to in a side street in that corner.” Steph called.

“OK, I’ll head that way.” Ben replied as he nodded and headed for the corner of the square.

Towards the edge of the square the crowd diminished slightly and the couple were relieved to reach some open space.

“Wow, that’s busy!” Steph laughed.

“You’re telling me.” Ben replied and Steph led them both down the side street.

After about 15 metres they arrived at the shop Steph wanted to visit. Of all the shops they looked around the previous day, this was the one she wanted to go back to, the only thing was, she had absolutely no reason why.

As the pair entered the shop, it was cooler. The place was full of bags, some shoes and various pottery items. The walls and floor were all stone which added to the coolness.

The shop was quite cluttered and there were little rooms that led off of the main shop floor, those too filled with bags and shoes. The pair explored one of the rooms off to the side and Steph spotted a pair of sandals that stood out. She asked for her size and the petite woman walk off for about a minute before returning with a smile and a new box containing the pair she wanted.

Steph sat on a stool that was provided and removed the white, Converse pump from her right foot. She thought shorts and pumps were the clothing of choice today, with a vest top so hopefully, she could catch some sun on her arms.

She slid her slender foot into the sandal and stood up.

“What do you think babe? They look ok?” She asked Ben.

“Babe, they look perfect,” He said and then leaned in to whisper, “and really quite sexy!”

Steph looked at him, a smile etched across her face as she knew these sandals would set his pulse racing.

“OK, great. Here, can you box these back up while I put my shoe back on?” She handed Ben the sandals to put back in the box.

“OK, I will go pay.” He replied and walked off to the woman at the counter.

Steph reached down to pick up her pump when she felt something run slowly up her soft sole. Something wet, smooth and warm. She gasped, her eyes wide open, hand on her chest as the touch continued. Her toes started to tingle. She couldn’t move.

She flexed her toes to feel the wetness between her toes and as she did, she felt the spark hit her, just like in the dreams.

“No, this can’t be happening.” She whispered to herself.

Then, instead of putting her shoe back on, she pressed her bare toe onto the back of her left shoe and slid her other foot out. She immediately offered it up to where the touch happened before.

Sure enough, something slid across her soft, smooth sole and gave her the same feelings she felt from her right foot. Sitting back down onto the stool she heard a low, vibrating moan from the floor which her body absorbed so exquisitely.

“This cannot be fucking happening.” She again said to herself, unable to stop and pull herself away. The sensations were too good.

Unbeknown to Steph, behind her the monster was rising up. Her eyes were closed, hand on her neck, it felt beautiful.

It was time!

Steph was commanded to open her eyes. Felt good to obey. She opened her eyes, she turned, looked up and there, in plain sight, no dream, no fantasy, were those eyes. Those yellow burning, seductive, erotic eyes burrowing into her head.

She stood, blinked slowly as she continued to be mesmerized by the creature, totally consumed by the power. Pulses were coursing through her body, making it irresistible.

Something communicated with Steph, she nodded at the eyes, slipped her pumps back on her sodden feet and followed the creature out of the side door and into the street.

“Steph?” Ben said as he returned to where she had been. He could see the fabric of the door cover still moving and it was wet with some kind of fluid. He raced over and peered out to see Steph disappearing into the crowd.

“STEPH!” He shouted but she didn’t turn around, didn’t stop, just followed this dark shadow.

Ben ran out, frantically trying to make his way through the crowd. He pushed and barged his way through. Just as he thought he was catching up another group of people obscured his path.

“STEPH!” He kept shouting, the crowd seemed to be parting for the black shadow and Steph but it looked hideous, why were people not shouting, screaming, panicking? It was as if it was accepted.

“STEPH!” He shouted again. This time she turned around, looked him straight in the eye and smiled a content, sexual, seductive smile that confused Ben.

He continued to battle his way through the crowd, trying to keep them in sight but they were becoming further away. They were headed across the square.

All Ben could do was keep them in vision and see where he was taking her.

Steph drifted, the feelings coursing through her were immense, pleasurable. She felt on a high. She felt the same as in her dream. The sexual feelings hitting her were paralysing. She was so turned on, so wet, she wanted to follow. She looked at people either side of her as they made their way through the crowd, some looked at her so sensually, some with smiles, she just continued to follow this beast to its lair!

Ben was losing hope and could only just see the couple heading towards the guest house where Steph had her episode the day before.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ben said to himself as the panic started to set in.

Pushing and barging, he continued through the crowd as he watched Steph and her captor disappear into the guest house.

Steph followed the monster willingly, not wanting this feeling to end, it was as if she was back in her dream. She wanted to cum, to give herself up to him.

The monster drew her down to the stone steps that led down to the cellar. Throughout their journey across the square the monster had continued to touch Steph with its tentacle. A touch that would hypnotize her to following him and the promise of the huge climax that both Steph and the monster craved so much. For when Steph experienced this orgasm, she would succumb to the monster and be possessed to live for eternity as its evil accomplice.

Ben battered his way across the white hot town square, through the sea of bodies between him and his love. He was now only metres from the guest house. He needed to save Steph from this strange turn of events that had taken over the lover’s dream holiday.

When Steph and the unstoppable creature reached the bottom of the steps, Steph realized that this was what she dreamed about last night. The creaking door as the monster opened it was a familiar sound from her night time experience.

The monster led her into the cellar and broke away while Steph stood there, at one end of the stone casket. The creature slopped and slurped its way into the casket but it was still large enough to be at eye level with her, those bright yellow eyes never breaking eye contact with Steph’s.

Behind her, the door of the cellar slammed shut. Steph hardly heard the crash as the monster started to communicate with her once more, deep into her mind.

Steph nodded toward the monster and again, pushed the toe of one foot onto the heel of the other and slid off her pumps.

The feelings were so good, the voice in her head sounded comforting but so powerful that it felt good to do what it was telling her to do.

She crossed her hands and grabbed the bottom of her vest to lift it up and over her head. She reached around to flick open her bra and let the straps fall down her arms and off of her body, onto the floor next to her perfect, bare feet.

The sensations grew, she felt so turned on, she could feel her wetness as her thumbs pushed into the elastic at the side of her shorts and pushed them down, with her soaking wet panties over her hips, past her thighs and onto the floor.

Her breathing was heavy, she felt amazing, her body was on fire, and ready, totally ready!

Ben had reached the entrance to the guest house. On the floor, the old man lay, lifeless in front of his desk. There was a yellow glow coming from the archway behind the desk so Ben followed it.

He looked down and there were steps that led down to a doorway from where the glowing, yellow light was pulsing. He slowly started down the steps until he heard Steph! That unmistakable, sensual moan that tore through Ben’s mind.

“NO!” He screamed as he raced down the steps to the door at the bottom.

Steph, now naked, aroused and at the mercy of the monster, felt tentacles wrap themselves around her ankles, 2 more then wrapped around her arms, finally, one wrapped itself around her neck. The sensations were incredible and Steph let out a moan of exquisite pleasure. It had complete control of her.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Ben had tried opening the door but it was either jammed or locked, he couldn’t open it so he hammered as hard as he could.

“STEPH, BABY, ARE YOU IN THERE? STEPH?” He shouted at the very top of his voice.

Steph heard a noise. The sound of the door being hit and shouting. Her mind was foggy, she could only concentrate on what was happening to her, enjoying the sensations.

“STEPH, LISTEN TO ME, IF YOU ARE IN THERE YOU NEED TO COME OUT!” Ben continued.

Steph was starting to hear voices, Ben, her man, her lover! It was Ben!

“STEPH, BABY, LISTEN, I LOVE YOU BABY. COME ON, LETS GO HOME.” Ben shouted in despair.

BEN! It was Ben. Steph started to have the realization of what she was doing.

“AH, baby, I am here, help me, I can’t move.” She said

BANG, BANG. Ben kept hammering the door but to no avail. He could make out between the gaps in the old, worn wood of the door shapes and as he pushed his eye up to the gap, he saw his worst nightmare. His naked love being held by something. It was both extremely erotic and completely heart crushing at the same time.

BANG, BANG! He continued to hammer the door but it defied its age and stayed intact and strong.

“Ben, help me baby, it wants me.” Steph cried as the sensations carried on drifting through her body.

“Fuck you piece if shit, you will never have me, I will never give in to you.” She shrieked as she started to struggle.

At that point the tentacles started to raise Steph up off of the floor and suspended her in the air, half on her back. She was still wet, and incredibly turned on but knew she had to get away. She struggled more.

“Let me go, you aren’t having me, you never will, I will never surrender to you.” She screamed at the monster, even her saying those words turned her on even more.

The yellow eyes grew stronger. Steph had the strength to close her eyes. That made it easier for her to think straight.

“Ben, are you there baby? Help me, this monster isn’t stopping.” She shouted

“Baby, I am here, I can’t get in. Listen to me, be strong, do not give in, I will get in.” He shouted back as he continued to throw everything he had into breaking the door.

Steph was getting stronger, she struggled.

“Just get off of me, you hideous piece of shit.” She yelled. At that moment, the creature let our a deep, guttural moan that vibrated across the dank, dark room, but mainly through Steph.

She closed her eyes, that felt amazing. She moaned, totally against what her mind was yelling at her but the sensations of absorbing that moan were incredible.

“Fuck!” She yelled as the immense feeling was undeniable.

“Baby, whats happening?” Ben yelled.

“Baby, that felt fucking good! Get your ass in here and do something will you?” She shouted back at him.

Again, Ben was hammering the door, his arms were cut where he had tried to break the door.

Steph’s resolve was strong and she regained focused to fight once more, fight against these beautiful shackles around her body, fight against the erotic, sensual sensations coursing through her willing body.

“No, fuck, you will not have me, never.” She cried out.

Then the monster started to stir in its casket, it started to open Steph up and out of the casket appeared a deep scarlet tentacle, it was pulsing, dripping. It had bumps all around it and crept towards Steph.

She felt her legs being pulled apart and gasped. She opened her eyes, the yellow balls of fire had disappeared and she looked down to see the red tentacle coming at her.

“No, fuck no. Ben, please baby do something.” She cried in desperation.

The tentacle was unforgiving. Steph looked at it with so much dread and so much want and desire at the same time.

Closer, closer it got to Steph.

“Fuck no please.” She whispered to herself.

The tentacle reached her wet, dripping opening and slowly pushed itself into Steph.

“AAARRRGHHH, fuck that’s good!” She moaned.

Ben could hear this and his banging became even more frantic.

“Whats happening baby?” He shouted.

“Oh Ben, Oh Ben baby, its…….its fucking me!” She confessed as her body was racked with pleasure.

The tentacle immediately knew how to fuck Steph, its like it knew her on another level.

Steph knew she had to fight.

“You aren’t going to take me, you vile fuck. Just cos you make me feel this fucking good.” She cursed as it continued to corrupt Ben’s love.

Steph screamed and fought against her shackles until another low, guttural, vibration of a moan hit Steph. It was relentless and she was starting to wonder if she could take much more. It felt so good as the vibrations coursed through her.

“Ben baby, It won’t take me but you need to get in here now.” She shouted.

Ben had rushed up the steps to find something to break the door with. He looked over and there was an axe in a fire case on the wall. He smashed the glass and grabbed the axe in his bloody hands.

The tentacle started fucking Steph harder, faster. She was starting to feel her stomach tingling, it was building.

“Oh fuck no, don’t cum Steph.” She said to herself.

Then she heard Ben hammer the door with the axe. Wood was flying around the room as he frantically tried to break the door down.

Another guttural moan vibrated through Steph’s body. She moaned as the sensations started to take over again. She had to fight. She didn’t think she could take another one of those deep, sensual moans that emanated from the monster.

Suddenly, 2 more tentacles reached up and immediately latched on to her breasts. Her nipples disappeared into the tentacle’s tip where hundreds of minute suckers started to pound her hard, sensitive buttons. It was all Steph wanted, it felt amazing and elevated her even closer to her climax.

The door was being torn to pieces, but it was staying firm. Ben could now see in the room and his heart broke a million times at the sight of his love.

“Ben, fucking help me please.” She cried out.

The door was giving way, finally.

“Ben, oh fuck.” Steph moaned.

Another deep, guttural, senual moan erupted from the monster. Then the eyes illuminated yellow again.

The vibrations hit Steph once more. Everything slowed, the eyes caught hers and sent her spiralling.

“Ben, oh fuck, Ben I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna give in, its so good, it wants me. Help, fuck.” She moaned so erotically as the sensations became too much.

“Ben, he’s making me cum. Feels………fucking…..amazing!! Aarrghhhh yes!” She cried out as she crashed over the edge of her massive orgasm and Ben beat down the last piece of the door.

But all he could do was watch, open mouthed, axe in hand, as Steph body spasmed, moaned, flinched and, after a while, started to grind itself on the phallic tentacle that was loving her.

Her body took in the deep sensation of the incredible orgasm that was racking her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure was being administered by this beast that was inside Steph. She moaned so exquisitely as she started to ride the tentacle invading her.

She had given the tentacle what it needed, and what she eventually wanted. But now it started to pierce her mind.

Ben watched as his cock hardened, it was the most erotic and heart breaking thing he had ever seen.

Still fucking the tentacle, Steph’s body was slowly turn around. It was rhythmically moving with the tentacle still sliding in and out of her, putting her in a state of perpetual orgasm. She continued to moan, gasp, inhale deeply and curse as the monster went to work on her mind.

Steph felt on a permanent high, This was, by far the best orgasmic, sensual experience she had ever had. She was falling deeper and deeper into the comforting embrace of the monster. It felt so good, she would do anything, all she could think about was the monster and its irresistible tentacles.

The monster had turned Steph around, so she was facing Ben. He could see everything. Her engorged pussy pulsing time and time again as she orgasmed over and over. The tentacles working hard on her nipples. Her perfect soles, glistening at him as her toes curled and flexed.

Her moans pierced into Ben’s soul. They were the best sound he had ever heard but this time, here, they were on another deep, sinister level. He still had a chance to save her.

Steph started to be lowered by the tentacles into the casket. She was on her back, glistening with sweat but as she was lowered, her body finally rested on the bed of writhing, slurping, wet tentacles. They started to cover her, wrapping themselves around her legs, around her torso.

Again she was brought to orgasm as her body shook, again her head fell back onto the monster as she moaned so sweetly in ecstasy.

Then, her moans started to get deeper, her breathing was more relaxed. Something new was happening. Her shiny, soaked body was becoming limp as the tentacles withdrew from her.

Laying naked, still, in the casket, on the tentacle monster, Steph began to make the low moan faintly. The creature was communicating with her again. The whole cellar was silent, calm. Ben was frozen, something had chained him to the spot, paralyzed to move.

Then, Steph to a massive intake of breath, arched her back and opened her eyes. She looked straight at Ben. They were glowing, yellow. She had been possessed by this monster.

She continued to look at Ben, then gave an evil, contented smile as her hands started to caress her wet, gleaming body as she lay with the monster.

Never breaking eye contact, she grabbed a tentacles and brought it up to her neck, along her chin and took it into her mouth. She sucked and licked it so erotically. Ben wanted to turn away but his body wouldn’t let him.

Steph’s hands moved down her torso, between her legs as she started to rub her fingers across her clit. She moaned. That always got Ben, her moan. It was insatiable!

Ben felt the force holding him diminish slightly, he could move his hands, now his head. Slowly his legs could move and as soon as he was able he leapt over for the axe. He managed to grab it with 2 hands an raise it above his head.

Go for the eyes, his conscience was telling him. They were burning, piercing eyes that were to preoccupied with his love, yes, his!

His anger built and he swung the fire axe, plunging it deep into one of the monster’s eyes.

“AAAARGGHHHH you ugly piece of shit!” He shouted as the monster let out a deep, guttural moan.

Steph screamed and jerked as the monster writhed. He swung again, this time in the other eye. Again a massive moan. He withdrew the axe and plunged it down again and again in a rage so deep. The monster’s head was giving in to the axe but Ben didn’t stop.

Steph’s body lay there, lifeless in the casket as the realization that he had killed the beast set in with Ben and he came to his senses.

“Steph!” He cried as he leapt towards her.

He slid his hands under her back and legs and lifted her up, out of the casket. He rested her on the floor and cradled her as he tried to wake her.

“Baby, come on, wake up, you have to wake up!” He demanded.

Steph’s head moved, then a small cough. Then, absolute panic as she regained full consciousness.

Ben tried to calm her as she struggled to gain composure. When she had realized it was Ben, she grabbed his arm tight and didn’t let go.

After a few minutes, Ben walked Steph up and out of the cellar. He ran to one of the guest rooms and managed to find a white sheet to wrap Steph’s wet, naked body in.

As they walked out of the guest house they realized that the square was empty, and it was dark. The moon shone brightly as the pair crept wearily, wrapped in each others arms, back to the hotel.

Steph sat on the bed in the apartment, contemplating what had just happened to her. She had descended past any point of arousal that she had ever felt. She couldn’t deny that it was an incredible experience but the darkness of what happened after she was brought to orgasm by the creature scared her. She would have been locked for eternity with it.

Ben ran a bath for Steph and she sat, for over an hour, in the hot, steaming water, cleansing herself of the experience in the cellar. The last few days had been an awakening for Steph sexually. She had experienced feelings so much deeper than she could have ever imagined and that stirred something inside her. She would always have that experience to help her when she needed to relax!

THE END!