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Malorie awoke with a start, slowly blinking away the sleep in her eyes as she heard Alcina growl next to her, with the rumble of the woman’s soft chest vibrating against her cheek. It couldn't have been that long since the pair had called it a night, a couple hours at most. She smiled and snuggled back down, enjoying the warmth of her Lady’s embrace.
But when Alcina began to whimper with an accelerated heartbeat, Malorie pulled back to take in the woman’s features, thinking she was having a nightmare. From what little firelight that was left in the hearth, she could just about make out that the woman was frowning in her sleep, and her heart sank at the black, spider web cracks that slowly creeped along Alcina's jaw. The woman's nose was slightly scrunched, with her lips parted as a series of low grunts escaped them. Sweat beaded across Alcina’s temple, and she reached up to wipe them away with the sleeve of her nightdress before leaving a kiss against her heaving breast.
Alcina’s long claws fanned out behind her, with the woman’s arm resting over her body protectively. Malorie’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked past Alcina’s hulking form to see large, fleshy white wings curved against the woman’s frame. Lively tentacles had sprouted from her back, slapping wetly against the woman’s shoulder and bicep. One warm, soft tendril roved her scalp, threading through her hair with gentle pats, while another stroked under her chin affectionately.
Heat rose up her cheeks, with her smile lifting into a smug grin when she realised Alcina wasn’t having a nightmare at all; if the damp spot under the sheets, and the slow roll of the woman’s hips against her knee was any indication. She slotted her leg further between Alcina’s, biting her lip at the soft groan that left her Lady’s lips. The amount of love and lust that twirled together and poured from Alcina while she slept almost knocked the wind out of her.
Before she could even begin to wonder what Alcina was dreaming about, her breath hitched as she felt something wet slither over her wrist, curling softly around the skin as Alcina purred from the familiar contact; the frown on her face slipping into a content smile. It took everything not to squeal and wake the woman as another tendril snaked its way under the covers, tickling her ribs. She felt a feathery light touch against her shoulder as another pulled at the collar of her nightdress, caressing the newly revealed skin with its slimy tip.
“Al-Alcina?” Malorie whispered, giving the woman a little nudge. She swallowed, already able to feel the heat pooling in her stomach from the unexpected touch.
To be perfectly honest, she wasn’t sure what to do. Dare she wake Alcina from her obviously enjoyable wet dream? She didn’t want to startle her and get sliced in the process, but how dangerous would it be for her to let the woman continue?
At least one question was answered as soon as another tentacle slid over her underwear, plucking at the elastic impatiently while Alcina grunted in her sleep. She yanked the satin covers from her body to find a greyish-white tendril prodding at her clit through the thin cotton fabric, making the material even more soaked in the process.
Lord, help her.
Malorie shifted onto her back and quickly reached down to tug her knickers free with a shaky hand, gasping as the appendage wasted no time before it slipped between her legs. It slithered through her sopping folds and petted her slowly, as if curious, rubbing its length around her slick entrance. She shuddered as it entered her at a slow, torturous pace, curling as it explored her contently. Another tendril soon joined the first, causing her eyes to roll back as it stretched her open even further.
“Yes,” Alcina hissed into her hair, with the low timber of her tired voice sending another wave of arousal between Malorie’s thighs.
The tentacle at her ribs glided up under her nightdress and to her chest, wrapping itself around a breast as the tip teased her nipple until it pebbled, before moving to flick against the other enthusiastically.
A low growl left Alcina’s lips as she shifted in her sleep, and the sticky tentacles between Malorie’s legs began to twist deeper as another pair gripped her thighs, holding them apart for better access.
Malorie felt a light pressure on her lower lip, instinctively opening her mouth for a tendril to slide against her tongue. Her lips closed around it with a groan as she let it gently fuck her mouth. She moaned around the appendage as another mashed deliciously against her throbbing clit, alternating between prodding and circling.
“Mmh,” Alcina murmured, nuzzling closer as her eyes blinked open slowly, “darling, I–”
Alcina's words were cut off with a short gasp as her gaze landed on Malorie, who whined when the soft caresses on her body stilled. The tentacle between her lips swiftly exited her mouth and Alcina began to pull back the rest, until Malorie reached out to hold the tendrils inside her in place.
“No! Don't stop, I'm–” Malorie tried to rut into the appendages between her thighs. “Please,” she begged desperately.
“Oh.”
Mortification morphed into a sultry smirk, with the lust returning tenfold as Alcina purred next to her cheek. “You’ve been busy without me, I see.”
“I-I tried to wake you, I swear–”
A tentacle rested over her lips, effectively silencing her.
“You are a terrible liar, my dear,” Alcina chuckled, low and rich. “You and I both know that if you really wanted to wake me, I would have awoken. Now...”
With those smouldering gold eyes watching her like a hawk, Malorie’s grip slackened on the tentacles as they began to move once more. Her thighs quivered as the tendrils pressed deeper, slipping inside with lewd, wet squelches. Her cheeks burned as she watched a large bulge protrude from her stomach with each thrust, body melting in pleasure as more tentacles curled back around her.
A low hum from Alcina's lips made her look up in question, heart fluttering in her chest at the sight of the woman's dreamy expression. There was a faint pink hue on Alcina's cheeks as the Lady watched her, and she laughed breathily.
“You look like you're enjoying the show,” she observed with a smile, her fingers traced along the length of a slimy tentacle, “a-are they sensitive?”
Alcina's lips parted with a growl and she nodded, eyes glowing impossibly brighter. Her hands shook with incredible restraint, still struggling with the claws that had sunk into the side of their mattress. She wanted to touch her, to bring her more pleasure. Her own clit pulsed with need, and she couldn't even give it the proper attention it needed.
As if sensing her discomfort, Malorie leaned in to stroke Alcina’s cheek with her thumb. “Let me take care of you?” she asked, hopeful.
The woman gave her a wary look, resolve crumbling with each pass of Malorie’s thumb on her skin. “Even like this?” Alcina rasped, jerking her head towards the wings that flexed off the end of the bed, with their span almost reaching the other side of the room.
“Especially like this,” Malorie affirmed, “I love every part of you, Alci, don’t forget that.”
She stifled a laugh at the dumbfounded expression on Alcina’s face at that, as if the woman didn’t know what to do with herself after such an admission, like she was still unsure and coming to terms with her affection. Her laugh rolled into a soft sigh as a tentacle twirled around her clit, and she reached down to fumble for Alcina’s in return.
Alcina’s breath hitched as nimble fingers danced over the skin of her hip and stomach, trailing over her stretch marks as if following a familiar pattern. Her hands curled into fists, with her claws slicing through the bed springs as Malorie moaned her name. She descended, crashing their lips together with a needy groan as fingers carded through her short curls, circling her large clit with practised strokes.
“You’re so pretty, Alcina,” Malorie whispered against her lips, “all wound up from a little wet dream.”
Malorie whimpered when the tentacle nudging at her clit began to flick against the little nub quickly, barely touching, but still driving her towards a building orgasm. The tendrils inside her picked up their pace, thrusting harder, deeper, probing everywhere they could reach. She felt so delightfully full and adored.
“I’m c-close,” she breathed, increasing the speed of her fingers on Alcina’s clit, taking it between her thumb and middle finger. She pulled back the hood, while the tip of her index finger clumsily stroked over her slick, hardened bundle of nerves.
Alcina came with a cry, muffled by the skin of Malorie’s breast as she bit down hard, drawing forth mouthfuls of blood while she enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Malorie gasped from the pain, and from the tentacles that now pounded into her erratically, the final twinge of pain sent her over the edge not long after. She clamped down on the tendrils, and rode through the waves of pleasure as Alcina took her fill. Her body shook, feeling slightly light headed from the intensity and the blood loss as Alcina pulled back, licking her now glistening red lips with a satisfied purr.
“You’re magnificent, darling,” she cooed, swiping away the blood that dripped from her breast with an elongated tongue, “and I fully intend to explore this further, if you’re open to it.”
Malorie could only nod weakly, whining when the tentacles left her body. When the tip of a soaked tendril pressed down on her bottom lip, she opened up eagerly, tasting herself as it tickled the roof of her mouth. Once it was done, it dragged down the length of her body softly, slipping into her curves and creases with care.
It touched her, each little caress and nudge as the woman made sure she was okay. Alcina scattered kisses along her breast and up to her neck, lingering on her thumping pulse.
“I didn’t take too much, did I?” Alcina murmured quietly, with her nose tickling just under Malorie’s ear.
She shook her head. “No, I… I’m just a little overwhelmed, is all,” she admitted, still struggling to regulate her breathing.
“I’ll have a maid bring a platter of food to my chambers for you,” Alcina hummed in understanding, “In the meantime, however…”
Malorie barely had the time to react as something large and wet slipped between her legs, and she glanced down with a blush to see a tentacle between Alcina’s thighs as the woman rocked her hips forward.
Alcina fisted the sheets by Malorie’s head as she towered over her, rolling herself down with a purposeful thrust.
“I’m not done with you yet.”