She fell asleep on top of the duvet in the full witch kit. The dream took over…
$name1 fell asleep on top of the duvet in the full witch kit.
Hat still on. Dress rucked up her thighs. Striped socks. Glasses crooked. The room was dark. The party was still in $name1’s blood. $name1 went under with her knees already loose and her mouth open against the pillow.
The dream took $name1 without a door.
Damp stone. Low light. Something thick and slick curled around $name1’s ankle, then $name1’s waist, then both of $name1’s wrists, and lifted $name1 off the ground like $name1 weighed nothing. The witch hat tumbled. The dress rode up over $name1’s hips on its own. Tentacles — heavy, ridged, wet — slid over $name1’s tits, under the cheap velvet, and found that $name1 wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The first one pushed into $name1’s mouth.
Thick. Stretching $name1’s lips. $name1 gagged on it and took it anyway, spit running down the shaft, glasses slipping, the suckers dragging on $name1’s tongue. It fucked $name1’s face in slow, deep strokes until $name1’s eyes watered.
A second tentacle lined up between $name1’s open thighs and shoved into $name1’s cunt in one long slide. Huge. Slick. It filled $name1 to the hilt and started pumping, wet slaps against $name1’s arse, the witch dress bunched under $name1’s tits. $name1 came on it with the other one still in $name1’s throat, a muffled sound, striped socks kicking in the air.
The third one pressed against $name1’s arse while she was still clenching.
It didn’t wait for $name1 to be ready. It pushed. The slick of it and the mess already running out of $name1’s cunt let it in, inch by thick inch, until $name1 was full in all three holes and hanging in the tentacles like the costume had been for this. They fucked $name1 together. Mouth. Cunt. Arse. Different rhythms, all deep, stretching $name1 until $name1’s belly felt tight with them. $name1 came again, harder, shaking, drooling around the one in her mouth.
They didn’t stop.
They used $name1. The one in $name1’s cunt swelled and pumped a heavy load into her, overflowing around the seal, dripping down onto the one buried in $name1’s arse. That one followed, flooding $name1’s arse in long pulses until it leaked out over $name1’s thighs. The one in $name1’s mouth finished last, thick and hot down $name1’s throat. $name1 swallowed what she could. The rest ran down $name1’s chin onto her tits.
The tentacles slipped out of $name1 one by one, leaving $name1 gaping in every hole, hanging in the air, witch dress wrecked, glasses gone, cum running out of $name1’s mouth and cunt and arse in the same warm mess.
$name1 woke on the duvet like that.
Costume still on. Hat on the floor. Thighs open. The sheet wet underneath $name1 as if the dream had followed her out. $name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 lay in the dark in the striped socks and felt empty in all three places at once.