Thread: A "Home Alone" Type of Night [Hapto x Full~Pride]

Before anything even happens she's left gasping desperately in the bath, her wet breasts rising out of the water with each sharp breath as her back arches her upwards. What is this feeling? It must be a dream for her to feel a mind of so much lust and desire, all washing over her, sending waves of lust all over her wet and sensitive skin. Suddenly she feels it see her cock, admiring it, its desire's focusing on it. She falls back into the bath panting, her cock only semi-erect but already so sensitive, just the feeling of the water's flow brushing around her foreskin making her feel good, want more. Her eyes are still closed, so all she hears is a quiet splash. She feels her own hands on herself, surrounding her cock, her fingers feeling like warm wet tongues under the water as they brush along her semi-hard shaft, lick her balls, cupping them and feeling like sucking. Her entire back arches against the intense sensation, raising her out of the water again, feeling the incredible pleasure of her balls being licked and tugged and sucked, making her cock grow fully erect, the skin tightening and becoming more responsive as she feels the length of her shaft being licked up and down and all along it's sensitive underside to make her want to cum badly. She can't believe how good it feels, so much better than when she usually touches herself, as she drowns in desire for her own body. She gasps as she feels her fingers lick the very end of her foreskin, her breath shaking with delight as she feels wet skin slowly cupping around her covered glans, pressing in, sucking on her skin and tugging it over her cock's sensitive head. What feels like a tongue starts rolling over her sucked on skin, making her cringe through a shaking gasp every time it brushes over the most sensitive top of her head, round and round and round, becoming even more intense as her covered glans grow larger, the ridge of their base flaring outwards through her skin. Her whole body tenses with her sharp cry as she feels its wet sucking lips pop over the ridge of her covered glans, her body shaking and moaning as the tip of it's tongue presses her wet foreskin round and round the sensitive base and as the rest of it circles around her entire sucked head. It all feels so amazing, the sensations on her cock's head sending waves of pleasure down the length of her shaft growing harder and harder as it's licked and stroked and throbbing with every suck on her balls. She wishes she had more fingers to spare, her pussy lips and clitoris and anus all yearning for the same licking and sucking that's melting her cock in pleasure. She relaxes a little, pouting slightly as her cock's shaft gets a momentary reprieve before she feels one hand glide up to her breasts, licking all over them, squeezing them, licking and sucking on her nipples as they rise and fall with her hot labored breaths. She feels so good, her own hands gripping her head through her wet hair as her whole body is licked and sucked and warm, smooth, firm tips prod against her holes and mouth. Her eyes fly open, solid black with glowing yellow irises now fixed in a sudden fear as she looks down, seeing the blue creature working on her and reaching tentacles out to her. Her mind reacts instinctively, a wave crashing through the water as the creature is sent flying back off her and into the wall, falling away from a small splatter of dark blue blood. That's the last she sees, left half standing above the bath recoiled against the opposite wall, the water and force wave blowing out all the candles, leaving her in darkness. She should still be able to see it with her mind, or relight the candles to find and end it, but she can't focus. Her raging hard-on and pulsing pussy drawing her mind to them, her own desire mixed with the creature's incredible want for her body continuing to cloud her mind, denying her the control she needs to defend herself. She tries to concentrate, draw her mind away from her own sensitive and yearning body. But it's already too late.