She felt them before she saw them, two groups of tendrils sliding up her inner thighs towards her hips. The tips of the tendrils tingled against her skin, their touch leading the movement up her trembling thighs, dipping into the grooves of her hips to the sensitive skin between and a gasp from her. Then the touch slid up past the sides of her pussy, curving past her cock, flowing out and shivering over the ridges of her pelvis before rising off her sides.
“God!” she breathed. It hadn't touched anything of consequence, yet it had felt so, so - she felt the same movement starting again, the two groups of tendrils sinking onto her skin above her knees, tendril tips sliding down her thighs, curving up just past her shuddering pussy, around her tensing cock and up her stomach, curving round her ribs just in time to miss her breasts.
She realized her back had arched, looked down again, saw the tendrils touch above her knees, watched and felt them flow up to curve around her groin and rise shivering up her stomach, so close to her breasts they brushed the undersides, her breath held in hope as the tendrils drew their touch around her breasts, up the sides and up and over her shoulders.
"Ooo," she cooed as another shiver caught her, "are, are you fucking with me now buddy?" She didn't expect an answer, and wasn't surprised when the touch started again, rising all the way from knees up her front to her shoulders without touching anything she really wanted it to. But she was surprised when it flowed around over her shoulders, transferring the touch to two more groups of tendrils that stroked down her shoulder blades, curved into her arching back, their tips gliding over her skin all the way down until they rose to splay out over her rear, making as if to grip or hold, but sliding out of her hips instead.
"Oooh, okay buddy," she smiled between gasps, "whatever point you wanted to make you've maaade - " her voice turned into a long breath in as the touches started again, above her knees and behind her shoulders, one pair flowing up the front as the other flowed down her back, one curving round her groin as the other tingled down her spine, one sliding around under the sides of her breasts as the other splayed out of her rear, one leaving her shoulders as the other left her trembling hips. Then they started again, up her thighs and down her back, her body tingling with all the more anticipation for knowing she wouldn’t be touched, her eyes closed as she just felt the touches rising up her chest and down her back, reaching the underside of her breasts and the curve of her rear. Sliding up and over her breasts, tendrils splaying out over her cheeks and breasts at once, holding all her curves as she held her breath. The tendrils gave a possessive squeeze.
"OH!" she groaned sharply as her whole body flinching, clenching inwards, the tendrils staying firmly holding her breasts and cheeks as they began to slide their hold over her skin. “Oh, fuck, okay buddy, okay, it was worth it, okay," she babbled through smiling clenches of her body as the tendrils cupped and squeezed and circled her breasts and rear, moving her cheeks and breasts around as the tendrils possessively held her and played with her.
Then she felt the touches starting again, up her thighs and down her shoulders, anticipation tingling in her breasts and rear until the next rhythmic clench turned it to a shock of pleasure by another squeeze. She breathed, trying to think, confused - if it was already holding her, then where - the tendrils sliding down her thighs starting curving down, not up, their tips tingling their way towards her pussy which clenched with every squeeze of her body. At the same time the tendrils sliding down her spine stayed straight, dipping into her cleft, the tendrils holding her cheeks pulling them gently apart to make way for the sliding slickness that flowed between her cheeks and onto her anus just as the others touched her pussy.
"FAA" she cried, her legs spasming, breath coming heavy and her muscles tensed, sagging as the touches flowed off of her. Only then did she realize that the tendrils still hadn't touched anything - the they'd flowed around her anus, up past both sides of her still clenching pussy, having touched nothing at all. The touches started again, and this time her body was shaking with anticipation, feeling them slide down her legs, down her spine, her buttocks griped and pulled gently apart as the slick touch flowed between her cheeks and up her thighs, shivering around her anus and pussy and lifting free.
"Come on!" she breathed out, smiling despite herself, her muscles tensing as the touches started again, her breath heavy as they flowed inwards, up her clenching thighs and between her held cheeks, flowed around her again!
She would have sworn, tried to, but her body wouldn’t move, still tensed frozen, the tendrils from behind still reached up and holding either side of her pussy. Was it going to - ? She imagined it closing, dreamed of it closing, her pussy pulsing with need. “Come on, come on,” she whispered under her breath. Slowly, the touches moved - away, holding onto her skin as they spread her apart, pulling her lips open. Then they slid down, her lips sliding shut again as the touch slid lower, stopping on the verge of dipping into her anus, instead sliding back until they were spreading her lips open again, repeating the slow, maddening movement down and up, back and forth. Her hips were moving with it, as if her body was desperately trying to chase the feeling and make it substantial, rocking up as it slid to a stop before her anus, rocking down as the touches approached and spread her without touching. Her body recognized the movement of her hips, the rhythm of sex, making her breathing rise faster and her body tingle in anticipation, making the next squeeze of her breasts and cheeks throw her head back as she cried out:
"AAH FUCK! Come on, please, please," her voice high and breathy as she looked back down, seeing her chest held and squeezed, her nipples appearing and disappearing as the splayed tendrils slid over her breasts, circled around them and squeezed again, seeing her hips rocking back and forth with the maddening movement between them. And seeing the tendrils curling down towards her cock.
She tensed, her breath held, shuddering only slightly as it squeezed and slid, eyes watching eagerly the slick tendril heads approaching, getting lower, lower… descending past her cock.
"Aw come - OH!" she cried out as she felt them touch her balls for the first time. The clarity of the senation was unbelievable as the first one slid around the base of her balls, wrapping its warmth around her until it circled her completely, then started to pull down. She shivered as the expanding ring slid all the way down and off her balls, tensed as another circled and pulled down after it, and another, the fourth circling around her tight. It circled a few loops to be sure, then pulled, squeezed tightly around the base, making the rest of her balls bulge out of its hold, her skin so taut it shone smooth. She flinched as new tips touched her there, tracing her shape, sliding over her taut skin, feeling exquisite, but having the added effect of making her erection throb madly, tingling with a desire to be touched.
She felt a new touch sliding down her thighs, prayed it would go to her cock, tensed and shivered and internally begged as it approached. She breathed out a plaintive breath as it curved down instead, her voice rising up as it approached her pussy just as the touch from behind was spreading her lips apart, leaving her open and vulnerable.
“Please,” she whispered. The new tips touched either side of her pussy, tracing closer to her aching clit. And then they descended, pulling her lips apart as the other touch retreated behind her.
“FuckinAH!” her whole body flinched upwards as the tendrils slid straight onto her anus. She hadn’t realized just how sensitive she was, every nerve brought to overwhelming anticipation and shuddering with joy at that first touch. And the first touch continued, as the tips wetly circled her anus, sliding over her sensitive skin, each circle drawing another whispered cry out of her. This felt so much better, her body rhythmically bucking the feeling in time with the squeezing of her cheeks and chest, the circling of her balls. But still - the other tendrils had taken over tracing around her pussy now, constantly pulling her apart as they slid up and down, coming so close to her clit, so close to her lips, so close. All while the other tendrils squeezed and circled her balls and made her cock tense madly. Her breath was drawn out of her as the squeezing of her cheeks and breasts grew harder. She almost laughed with joy as she felt a new touch on her thighs, rising up, unsure if she was desperate for it to touch her cock or pussy or nipples or anything, just praying that it would!
It rose up her thighs, up her stomach, sliding up the undersides of her breasts, tracing over the tendrils holding her, approaching her nipples. “Yes,” she breathed, as they splayed out, the tips becoming a circle on her breasts, closing in, “Oh please, yes.” Her breath was squeaking through clenched teeth as she felt them flow onto her sensitive areola - and stay there.
“No,” she whimpered, the sound becoming a cry as she felt them circling her areola as the other tendrils resume squeezing and sliding over her breasts, it all feeling so good, so fucking good her whole body was thrusting and shuddering into it, but what she felt even more was how it was now not touching her nipples - not touching her pussy as her hips rocked with their touch sliding up and down around it - circling her anus and gripping her balls but not touching her throbbing cock. God why, “Why, why!” she moaned, throwing her head back in frustration. Then she saw something dangling over her face. A tendril, its end not rounded but torn. Bitten. The tendril she’d bitten, deliberately shown to her as her body writhed in desire and longing.
“What? What do you - OH, OH!” her breath exploded out of her as the tendrils closed on her pussy and nipples.
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