by Mac Flynn
Chapter 4
I slammed the apartment door behind me and leaned against the entrance. My heart raced and my body shuddered, but it wasn't from the exercise. It was from the book still clutched against me. Its heat was addicting, and I was an eager addict. I stumbled to the couch, plopped down on a cushion, and set the book on my lap. The cover was as plain as always, but when I opened the front my eyes gazed on a brilliant sheet of golden light. Its intensity nearly blinded me, but my lust forced me to stare at it. I ran my hand over the warm page and marveled at the heat that didn't burn the paper. It was a miracle, like the Burning Bush from the Bible.
And it was mine. All mine. I giggled and hugged the book to myself. I didn't need anybody else, not when I had this book. It would be my sole companion, my friend, my lover. I know what I thought was insane, but that's how I felt. I couldn't live without it, but I could live without my boring, pointless life.
"Where did you come from?" I whispered to my bright companion.
That's when things went horribly wrong. The light inside the book faltered and the glow lessened. I gasped and put the book back on the table with the cover open. Before my eyes the brilliance shrank into the page. I clawed at the paper, desperate to save this little bit of paradise on earth. Nothing worked. The glow faded to nothing, and the heat with it. My mouth dropped open and I slid onto my knees in disbelief. My drug, my one chance at happiness, died in front of me. I cried. I know it's stupid, but I suddenly felt so alone that all I could do was sob into my hands.
It was nearly midnight when I stood on my shaky legs and stumbled into my bedroom with the book clutched beneath one arm. I gently put the book on my nightstand, dressed in my pajama bottoms and shirt, and slipped into bed. I turned to I lay with my face toward the book and a shuddering sigh wracked my body. Time ticked on, and I don't know how or when I went to sleep. I only know that at some point during the night my severe disappointment created a weird, hopeful dream for me.
The dream started with a sound. It was a soft rustling that turned out to be my sheets. I felt them slowly slip off me and I opened my eyes in time to see them fall off the foot of the bed. Under normal circumstances I would have screamed and ran, but this was a dream. At least, that's what it felt like. My body was sluggish and slow to my demands, and my eyes felt so heavy I could hardly keep them open.
Something on my left caught my attention, and I lolled my head that way to see a sliver of golden light on the nightstand. The light spilled out from the book and down onto the floor where it created a pool of brilliance. Out of the pool came small, serpentine tributaries that slithered beneath my bed. I should have been afraid. I should have dashed off the bed and ran out of the room. I should have done a lot of things, but the only thing I did was bask in the faint glow from the book. The weak light enveloped me in a splendor of heat that made my lethargic body ache for more.
My call was answered when I noticed something slither onto the foot of the bed. It was a smooth, golden tentacle, and it glided over to one of my feet. It wrapped itself around my ankle and pressed my leg into the bed. The tentacle was joined by another that slunk over my other foot and grasped my ankle. I was pinned, but unafraid. The tentacles were hot to the touch and their glow sent chills of pleasure up my legs.
Then more golden tentacles slithered onto the bed on either side of me. They latched onto my arms, and pulled my them above my head so I lay stretched across the entire bed. Only then did fear arise within me, but it was soon quashed by the sensual glow from those golden tentacles. The things pulled more of their slender bodies onto the bed and rubbed themselves against my clothes and bare skin. I gasped at the pleasure they excited within me with each stroke of their bodies against my naked skin.
Smaller tentacles slithered out of the main trunks and slid over the thin cloth of my pajamas. They dove beneath the collar of my shirt and touched my heaving breasts. I gasped and squirmed, but the larger tentacles held me firmly to the bed while their babies explored more of me. The little things grew more bold as they took hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The sleeves glided through the larger tentacles as though they were made of golden air, and my shirt was tossed aside. My white bra was revealed to the golden glow of the tentacles and the bright, nearly blinding light from the book.
The book on the nightstand pulsed with a life that beat in rhythm with my heart as my breath came out in quick gasps. The small tendrils slithered over my naked stomach, and each touch was like a thousand fingers heating my flesh and mind with desire. I arched my back and pushed my bra-covered breasts into the air. They understood my silent plea and soon my bra clasp was opened and the straps were pulled up my arms. That joined the shirt and the small tendrils hovered over my swollen, heaving breasts. I squirmed and moaned, impatient for touches as they admired me.
Then they dove down and took my breasts in their soft, slender bodies. They massaged and squeezed my mounds with such tender intensity that my underwear was soaked and my body was on fire. A few of the tiny tentacles slipped down and grabbed the elastic waist of my pants. They pulled the pants down, along with my wet underwear. I lay naked on the bed covers, a squirming mass of need and frustration.
The tendrils slipped into the coarse hair between my thighs and teasingly touched the sensitive nub buried in those short hairs. I thrust my hips up and a large tendril wrapped around my waist and pinned my middle to the bed, staying my impatience but not my lust. It reached a feverish pitch when the small tendrils slithered into my hot, wet center. I glanced down at the penetrating creature, and both watched and felt as the tiny tendril fattened itself and pushed against my walls.
I leaned back my head and groaned as it filled me. Then it pulled out and thrust back in with such a fluid motion that I already felt the tremblings of orgasm. The tendril penetrated me in teasingly slow movements, and I reveled in the feel of its smooth walls against mine. My hips jerked and bucked to join in the dance, but the heavy trunk kept my hips pinned to the bed. The thing had full control of me, and it wasn't willing to let go.
The tendril slowly quickened its thrusts and I gasped for breath as the heat inside me consumed my soul. My body lay on the sheets covered in sweat and horribly tense. I ached for the end, and yet despised it. The creature kept up its terribly delicious quickening momentum and waves of sensual delight tingled from my hot core. I squirmed and shrieked as the orgasm washed over me in endless tides of wonderful orgasm.
My eyes popped open, and I cried out in my sleep and jerked up to a sitting position. My mind tried to come to grips with where I was and what happened. The bed covers lay on the floor at the end of the bed, but I still wore my pajamas. I whipped my head over to the book, and there was no sign of any light or the alluring tentacles. It was as if it had all been one wonderful, seductive dream. My soaked underwear and pajama bottoms told me it had felt real enough to get me seriously aroused. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and returned to bed feeling exhausted, but with a strange, soothing calmness inside of me.
It was as though all my daily worries had been brushed aside and only the joy of life was left. I pulled my covers back onto the bed, snuggled beneath them, and slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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