Lisha moaned as she cracked open her eyes. The warm light of late evening stream into the window but her exhaustion made it hard to keep her eyes open but she needed to lever herself out of bed. She had been drifting in and out of sleep for hours, waking up to occasionally stroke herself back into unconsciousness. She licked her dry lips and held up a hand to block out the stream of sunlight that washed over her face.
Her entire arm was covered in gossamer threads, like she had walked through a spiderweb in the middle of summer. They clung to the nearly invisible hairs on her arm and wrapped around her fingers into threads. She looked at it and a smile crossed her face as the pleasurable memories brought a welcoming warmth to her pussy.
She had kept the spell going as long as she could, enjoying one orgasm after the other without paying attention to the rest of her surroundings. She was vaguely aware of when morning came, as well as when the sun had set, but she wasn't sure if it had been a day since she had used the forbidden spell or more.
Her bladder, on the other hand, decided to remind her that it could not be ignored. The steady discomfort added to the pleasurable ache of her pussy lips and inner thighs. Her stomach added its own opinions, a gurgle that brought a hissing into her ears.
Shaking slightly, she poured herself out of bed and slumped to her knees on the ground. The smell of her cunt was strong on the carpet and the material was still slightly damp from her orgasms. She could see more webbing clinging to the blankets, floor, and even the nearby walls.
Lisha grabbed the bed and pushed herself up to her feet. Her eyes locked on the book on the other bed.
Her first thought was to crack it open and cast the spell to lose herself in another round of endless pleasure.
Her stomach clenched and her headache throbbed to remind her that she had limits.
She glanced down and saw strands of the webbing was sticking to every part of her body. Her pubic hair was no longer loose curls over her mounds, but a mat of hair and webs. It still glistened with her juices and she could feel it tugging on her skin. She reached down to push into the mess and realized why Penelope had started shaving her sex soon after she started using the spell; having a tentacle monster touching and grabbing everyone, leaving endless webbing behind, was beyond mess.
The rest of her body was also covered in threads and a haze of her juices that had dried on her skin. With her getting more awake, she couldn't escape the stench that clung to her body: stale sweat and sex.
She rubbed her belly and tiny flakes cascaded down. Pulling a face, she yanked her hand back. “Shower…”
Her stomach clenched.
Lisha winced before she said, “Food, shower, then shave.”
She grinned. “Snack, shower, shave.”
Padding over to the door, she reached out for her robe but thn hesitated. There wasn't anyone outside the room, why not go naked?
The thrill of exhibiting her body tickled her senses. She blushed at the thought of some of Penelope's stories, where a nude woman was forced into embarrassment due to some wardrobe failure or a dominating master.
She giggled at the thought of being caught out of the room, then she had a doubt. Inching over to the door, she cracked it open and peered outside. Her breathing came faster as she looked down the empty corridor and listened carefully for anyone.
No one.
She glanced at her robe.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to risk it. With her pulse quickening, she threw open her door and strode naked into the hallway.
“Snack, shower, and shave,” she said to herself as she thought about the tasks she needed to do before she summoned the creature again. If she hurried, she could be screaming out orgasms before it was dark.