The pain from before had greatly lessened your erection, but as the former fades the latter returns to your disbelief.
Your eyes fly open, thoughts of teeth flooding back. No, you frantically reassure yourself, whatever you can suddenly feel touching the tip of your cock is flesh. With so many nerves singing in fear and and returning need, you can all too clearly feel what’s pressed against your very tip, and for the sake of your sanity you focus on feeling it, feeling that it’s flesh, yes, firmer flesh than the tendril but still flesh, just much firmer, and much wetter, getting wetter still. Without warning it seems to clench, press deliberately against your opening, then spray a sharp jet of liquid straight inside of you. You cry out more in shock than pain, no longer feeling whatever was touching your tip but very clearly feeling the liquid it sprayed deep inside you, its presence felt all the way down the inside of your shaft and beyond, inside your body, even in your balls! Are you feeling it right? It feels - warm - very warm, growing warmer, never breaking into hot but still burning with an almost electric charge that builds to overwhelming and keep going even faster! Your eyes fly open as you realize what’s coming just as it happens.
You've had many orgasms in your life, many and more than most, and even so you've never felt anything like this! You thought you were the expert on your own body, what it can take and how much it can feel! Yet all your experience counts for naught as, without warning, stimulation, nor the ability to even believe it, you cum, harder than you ever thought possible!
A pressure you didn't see coming bursts out of you over and over, sending waves of intense pleasure building and crashing throughout your shaking body as each muscles tenses into another peak of impossible bliss. It keeps going, reaching higher, getting stronger, until all at once it breaks and your whole body slumps against the wall, and you find yourself trying to remember how to breathe.
Time stretches out as the unbearable heights of pleasure subside, blessedly quickly at first, then slower, lingering, occasional peaks sending overwhelming shivers throughout your body as it hangs limply propped against the wall, shaking, breathing. And though there’s only the white wall in front of you, your eyes are wide open. What the FUCK was thaAAAA - the tendril starts stroking your shaft.
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