Lisha was in the wonderful state of being half-awake and already into her third orgasm. She had one leg draped over the edge of the mattress and other knee pressed up against the wall. Every few seconds, she rocked her hips up and down just to enjoy the tugging sensation as the tentacle creature continued to plunder her two holes, driving deep with a thousand touches as it caressed and tugged at her clitoris and ran along her thighs.
Her eyes were still sealed shut; she didn't have the energy to open them when she woke up and cast the spell blindly to bring her into the morning in a steady wave of pleasure that left her mattress soaked and a thousand tiny webs covering every inch of her body.
Wanting more, she reached down and grabbed a handful of the tentacles and tugged them up. The wet, writhing pulling sensation shook through her body as she brought the creature up to her right nipple. As it reached out to grab the crinkled tip, she dug her fingernails in to maul herself as another wave of pleasure rose up.
“F-Fu-Fu….” she gasped as she jerked violently.
There was a spark of pleasure and she let out a cry as her hips lifted from the mattress and she jammed her other hand to thrust into her squirming hole. The tentacle creature worked around her digits, tugging and touching them as is caressed her hand, cunt, and everything else at the same time.
The pleasure rose, sparking along her senses, until even her ears ran out from the orgasm.
With a rush, the tension slipped out and she dropped to the bed.
The tentacle creature continued to writhe inside her, never stopping as it continued to pleasure her as long as she fueled the spell.
It had been days since she had learned the spell and Lisha had kept it it going almost every waking moment. More than once, she fell asleep to orgasms only to wake up in the middle of another. Sometimes, she would crawl into her roommate's bed to enjoy herself and more than a few times she had done it in the dining area and shower with the thrill of being caught adding to the sharpness of the orgasms that wracked her body.
She moaned and twisted slightly to cup her breast, enjoying how the tentacles grabbed her fingers and almost pulled her digits back into her sopping tunnel for another round. With a grin, she reached down with her other hand and shoved as two fingers in each hole, stretching it out as she began to pump.
Someone cleared her throat.
Ice crashed into Lisha and raced down her spine, causing her heart to skip a beat. It struck the back of her spine and radiated in a wave of terror.
“You know—,” Sorrel started.
The fear exploded inside her like an orgasm, ripping through every part of her body with blind panic. Screaming, she tried to yank her hands out of her pussy at the same time she sat up. But, instead of immediately cowering, her limbs got tangled and she felt a sharp pain as her fingers twisted inside her cunt and both wrists caught on her pubic bone.
She tried to snap her knees shut to hide her humiliation, but the one knee over the edge of the bed caught on the mattress and she folded violently to the side. With her thighs clamped on her hands still trying to free herself, she couldn't stop as she rolled over the edge and smashed into the carpet below.
“F-Fu—!” she screamed before her face planted into the carpet.
An explosion of white blinded her and she blinked at the dried tears from eyes that hadn't opened since she woke up. Her face burned from humiliation and the rasp of forcing her eyes open.
The tentacle monster continued to tug on her fingers, pulling them back into her pussy even as she tried to concentrated through the daze to force one hand out of her wet hole.
Something heavy landed on the ground. “Don't panic!” snapped Sorrel.
Lisha continued to panic, writhing on the ground as she tried to clamp her thighs together while prying her fingers loose.
Lisha cried out as her vision to clear, only to see the senior student looming over her.
Sorrel knelt down next to her and pressed one gloved hand against her skin. It was icy cold. Flecks of melting ice and snow dripped off onto Lisha's heated skin.
Lisha jerked to the side.
Sorrel slammed Lisha's shoulder against the mattress with one firm hand.
The burning sensation stopped Lisha for only a heartbeat.
It was enough. With her other hand, Sorrel shoved her hand down and caught Lisha's right wrist. The ice was already melting as the senior student tightened her grip and then pushed down and toward her, guiding the spasming fingers until they escaped Lisha's clenched cunt with a wet burp and a surge of juices.
Sorrel's eyes flashed as she repeated herself. “Calm down.”
Lisha whimpered and shook her head.
Lisha's cheeks burning and her mind still panicked, she sobbed as she tried to push Sorrel away even as she blindly tugged at her other hand. In fear, her fingers weren't responding enough to slip out form the tentacle creature that still gripped and mauled her from the inside.
Sorrel grabbed her other shoulder.
Lisha flailed blindly, striking her free hand against Sorrel's cheek with a wet smack.
With a grunt, Sorrel shoved Lisha's naked back hard against the mattress before she shoved her face right up to Lisha's. “Dismiss your spell,” came the order, the older student's voice beat against her.
Humiliated, Lisha finally calmed down to cut off the energy from the summoning.
With a wet snap, the tentacle creature disappeared.
An empty feeling radiated out from Lisha's sudden empty rectum and pussy, a hollow that only lasted a second but left an intense pang of longing and fear behind.
“Calm down,” Sorrel said as she panted.
Lisha looked at her face and the red mark that she had left on Sorrels' cheeks. Then a sob rose in her throat. It burst out as tears ran down her cheeks. “No… I'm so sorry—!”
“Don't worry—”
“I-I'm going to get kicked out! They said I couldn't—”
“You aren't—”
“I can't—!”
“Sha, listen—!”
“I'm sorry!” bawled Lisha.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Sorrel's face. Then she reached back with one hand and smacked Lisha hard across the face. There was a burst of heat and light from the impact.
Lisha froze, her lungs aching from her sobbing.
Sorrel held up her hand again, her other hand still pinning Lisha to the side of the bed.
The younger student quivered.
Slowly, Sorrel lowered her hand. Then she glanced down. A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. “You probably want to get your other hand out too.”
Lisha looked down. Her other hand was still buried to the second knuckle in her pussy, the swollen lips clinging to her digits and juices frothed out from the opening. Humiliated beyond compare, she slowly pulled it out and shook. She wiped her eyes, smelling her pussy on her fingers and the sting of her juices but no longer caring. “I-I'm sorry.”
Sorrel rolled her eyes and released her shoulder. “I'm not going to tell anyone.”
“W-What?”
Shrugged, Sorrel grinned. “What? Do you think you're the first student to jill themselves sick during winter break? I mean, even Missy got put in the infirmary because….” Sorrel's mouth snapped shut before she said anything about her roommate.
Lisha shivered. She glanced down. Her entire body was covered in gossamer webs, sweat, and melting snow. Her eyes slowly traveled around the room where more webbing seemed to cling to every surface, from the blankets to the carpet to even a few clinging to the ceiling. The smell of her pussy, stale from days of orgasms, filled the air along the other other scents of her spell.
“T-They said if we used any spells, we… we would….”
“I'm not going to tell anyone.”
“I….”
Sorrel's eyes flickered down and her cheeks colored. “How… how about I meet you in the kitchen after you get a chance to clean up, take a shower, and maybe get dressed? You're a little distracting right now and I think you need to take a deep breath before we continue.”
“I—”
Sorrel stood up and turned away. “I promise you, I won't rat you out. But… you need to take a deep breath so I can finish a sentence.”
Lisha struggled with a response.
Sorrel stopped at the door. “I expect you in the kitchen area after your shower. If you try to run, I will hunt you down.”
Another wave of fear ran.
“So don't run.” Then Sorrel gave her a smile before leaving.