Chapter 99 Late.

Ava Copperman wore a sheer white gown atop a sea as black as ink.

She was adrift, floating on her back, weightless atop the water that gathered and caressed her shoulders, her back, the roundness of her bottom, and lapped between her creamy thighs.

The sea was a giant liquid hand. It lifted her and stroked her with its fathomless, ancient desire.

For a time, she was alone atop this placid sea, staring up at stars that winked and shimmered in their sublime multitudes.

Then she heard a voice, deep and almost as old as the water itself. It spoke in words that she could only interpret, but this she could do as they rolled across her and tickled her mind.

Desire. Deep and pure. It sensed her parted thighs and the warm cusp of her elven womanhood. It tasted of her as the water soaked her gown. It knew her in strange and intimate ways.

Desire. Whispering in her mind. Stirring and reaching up from the abyss that yawned beneath her floating body.

Tentacles rolled like serpents from the water, curling up and plunging down again. All around her. Thick as tree-trunks and as slender and delicate as her little finger.

Desire. Oh, but this thing, this dream dweller, had tasted of Ava and wanted more. It was greedy. It hungered.

Tentacles slithered by the dozens out of the water, roiling the surface of the sea and gathering her up in a basket of writhing limbs.

Ava moaned and arched atop the rippling limbs. They were slick with mucus and the larger were as powerful as the trunk of an oliphant. The curled into her gown and ripped the sodden fabric.

"Aaaahhh!"

Her breasts bounced free and were instantly encircled by smaller tentacles that squeezed and bound her creamy tits.

Fleshy petals opened on the tips of these tentacles and they grasped her nipples. Suction cups drew at her sensitive buds.

She cried out as larger tentacles began to spread her legs wide. Dark, slimy, coiling limbs engulfing her pale body.

A large tentacle rose from the water between Ava’s knees, curling up like the head of a serpent. A phallic tip aiming at her gold-thatched cunt.

Desire. Burning in her body. Heating her from her core and rippling through her in waves that spread out from her body as blue lights traveling through the dark water.

By these strobing pulses of need, she saw the dark shape of the dream dweller. Vast and inhuman. Without arms or a face, but with many eyes and a huge and hungry mouth.

Desire. Not fear, but lust for this creature. A reflection of the ancient lust it felt for her.

"Yesssss," she moaned, watching the phallic tentacle approaching her aching folds.

At the last moment, seams split the phallus like some seedpod. It revealed petals like the smaller tentacles sucking her breasts. It lunged at her, covering her cunt and squirming over her ass. Warm and wet. Rippling and, yes, sucking. Sucking her nectar. Her essence. Her life force itself.

Orgasmic waves wracked her body. The beast’s true cock stirred from the deep. This sucking, this climactic feeding, was only a prelude of the true pleasure.

The dark breeding tentacle rose above the churning sea, dripping with slime, as big as Ava’s leg. Its shaft was gray and white and ridged just below the narrowing tip. A long, fleshy pink probe reached out from above its slit. A tendril of some sort to help the massive cock finds its way as it violated and claimed its lovers.

Desire. Overwhelming. Annihilating desire.

The sucking on her breasts increased. Ava cried out as it became almost painful, drawing and tugging at her areolas and nipples. Wet smacks and warm mucus. Pain, yes, but so much pleasure. Pulsing faster now in blue waves across the dark water. Revealing the immensity of the beast as it drew closer.

The tentacle sucking her cunt suddenly releasing her with a wet pop and slipping back beneath the water’s surface.

The cock moved with terrible purpose. Lower and lower as the tentacles engulfing Ava became increasingly agitated.

Something teased into her crack and began squirming against her anus. It pushed past her clenching muscles and into her ass. Cool and slimy. Reaching deep inside her. A moment of shock and pleasure that distracted her until the fleshy probe at the tip of the beast’s huge cock tentacle touched her. Rubbed over her mound. Against her clit. And found the heat of her folds.

"Yes," Ava moaned, entranced with lust. "Do it. Fuck meeeeeeeee."

The phallus lunged at her with the force of a striking snake, but just as she was certain to be impaled, it split open like the other tentacles. Huge petals of flesh engulfed her body and a glistening black-upon-black inner cock thrust into her. It was much smaller than she expected, burning inside her with cold fire.

Ecstasy followed that first thrust. Cold melting into the warmth of her body like snowflakes sizzling into a campfire.

Its slimy, black-upon-black cock plundered her. Pumping in and out. Bulging her belly. Driving to her womb and seeming to reach inside. The ripples of blue light came faster, spreading out through the water in perfect time to the thrusts of the unholy cock.

"Yessssss!" Ava cried. "Yesssss! I’m cumming!"

Her body twisted and contorted among the tentacles. Her arching body thrust her breasts against the suckling tentacles. Her cunt against the thrust phallus and engulfing flower.

Pleasure, cold and dark, burst within her. A torrent of cum spurting into her. The water bubbling around her as if brought to the boil. Churning with her ecstasy. Cunt clutching and squeezing against the monstrous cock inside her.

The pulsing blue lights radiating from her faded. Darkness and cold engulfed Ava. She felt herself being dragged beneath the water. Down. Down. To the open mouth. To the bottomless darkness.

She awoke with a gasp. Sitting up in shock, feeling strange aftershocks of her orgasm. Her thighs were soaked.

She reached a hand under the blanket and between her legs and felt her mound slick with... slime?

Strands glistened between her fingers. She looked up from the luminous silvery strings of slime and saw the sculpture on the shelf.

At last, it seemed motionless in the darkness. Almost... satisfied.

"Wow," Ava breathed in awe. She hadn’t had a dream that intense since her dalliances with Miss Stroud. She giggled, then glanced at the window.

Sunlight beamed through the blinds, as cheery as it could get after fighting through the smog of New Larrin.

Her heart plummeted.

"Oh gods! I’m late!" she squeaked.