Gazer Green

>A relaxing dream of a beautiful yet mysterious woman working away at your shaft suddenly shatters in an instant
>You awaken in the dead of night, gripped by fear at an unknown weight pressing down on your torso
>You are still hard, partly from the remnants of the dream, and partly from the sudden fear pushing your instincts into overdrive
>You attempt to move, only to find you are unable. A sense of lethargy pervades your limbs—sapped of strength—and yet you do not feel your muscles ache, nor do you recall any reason for such exhaustion
>Your feelings of dread only grow exponentially. Something is deeply wrong. The fight or flight instinct fails spectacularly, unable to reach either option. It takes every bit of mental resolve to avoid falling into a panic.
>With even your arms and abdomen disobeying your wishes, you merely crane your neck about, searching in the darkness for a single clue as to what is happening
>No sooner do you perceive something in front of your face than a faint red glow appears just inches from your eyes.
>A circle—or rather a single large eye—the thing slowly pulls away, only to be joined by two similar objects. The combined light of their glow lets you better-study the creature before you
>These are indeed eyes, each of the three crimson pools centered within an unnerving xanthous orb that could never be mistaken for the white sclera of a human
>Nor were any of the eyes situated on a face—human or otherwise
>Through the darkness, you make out the faint outline of chitinous tendrils, tracing your way from each towards...the figure resting near your legs
>"Kehehehe...awake yet, worm? There'll be plenty of time to catch an eyeful, provided your taste is... adequate"
>The woman—most definitely a woman, gives her lips an audible and exaggerated lick, before letting out another dark laugh
>You struggle to grasp the meaning of her words, and outright fail to better-understand her figure. A strange pulse, a change in the intensity of the eyes glowing before your face slowly causes your vision to recenter on the original trio. Additional eyes join in from just outside your periphery, stifling any effort to look away.
>Unable to escape their gaze, you find yourself increasingly lost in one of those crimson pools. The chosen eye draws closer, encompassing almost all of your vision. At the same time, the glow shines brighter and the pulses grow more intense.
>You feel your mind relax to match your body, in spite of all that is going on. In fact, the only tension you feel is...
>A distant feeling of alarm struggles to break through the fog around your mind, as you accept without worry the fact that your manhood is not only erect, but completely exposed.
>Warm digits tease at your glans before slowly wrapping around the shaft. Thoroughly coated in slick lubricant, the invading hand effortlessly glides up and down your shaft
>The mysterious lubricant lingers in its wake, enveloping the exposed regions of your member in a pleasant coolness, before being again overwritten by the pumping motins of the woman's hand
>The pulsing eye before your face seems to ease up, and a measure of clarity returns to your mind. All the better for you to experience the alien sensations attacking your most delicate area
>The interplay of hot and cold along your length already threatening to set off your painfully hard dick, a sudden series of measured squeezes from the woman's hand very nearly has you go off like a firecracker
>You do your very best not to picture what sort of smug expression and snide remark the woman would give had you proven yourself such a hopelessly premature ejaculator
>Miraculously, you survive
>"Hmmmhmmm...not bad worm, but I really need to move things along."
>She mocks you even in your triumph, suddenly picking up the pace. Not only that, but she tightens her grip. The strokes become more forceful, filled with lewd and loud squelches.
>In an instant, you're gasping for breath, and desperately trying to retain a single measure of dignity by stifling your own moans
>She's toying with you now. Holding on wasn't the issue. You were already at the edge. Now she just wants to see you dance.
>She's facing you now. Crawling up your chest to loom over you, even as her skilled hand continues it's work.
>A single, large, ruby red eye glaring at your undoubtedly pitiful expression. Below that, a devilish, toothy grin. The occasional tongue peaks between the fangs, as droplets of warm saliva plummet, and impact on your bare chest
>The multitude of eyed-tentacles drift about, analyzing you from every angle. Front, side, top—everywhere.
>You can feel the inquisitiveness in their movements How is your prick holding on? What are your hands doing? Feet? Are you curling your toes?
>"What will you do, worm? Will you beg for release? Will you shamefully moan? Kyehehehehe. Will you go completely mad, bucking your hips like a beast? Kiihihihihi. Show me your resolve as you shower me in your flavor!"
>You feel a measure of strength flow back into your torso, but resist the urge to give in to her temptation. The pumping doesn't let up, leaving you helplessly dangling over the abyss, torturously lewd squelches echoing through your mind.
>The torture drags on for what seems like hours. Determined, you somehow hold out, as much as it pains you. Through it all, her face doesn't change, apart from her steadily widening grin.
>Then suddenly, she pumping hand slows. Her eye drifts downward for a but a second, and her grin falters, only to immediately return in full force
>"Fine... you've made your point. Go ahead and..."
>A sense of dread washes over you as her eyes all flash at once. You won't be able to hold out this time. Ever part of you braces for what is most certainly coming next.
>"CUM~!"
>The moment she gives the command, your hips violently thrust upwards, meeting with her last, powerful stroke as your member explodes, shooting thick spurts of ejaculate high into the air, landing all over her chest
>No sooner do your hips fall back down on the bed then you jerk up once more, the woman adjusting her grip to better contain your spray
>She laughs maniacally as you erupt over and over, the ejaculation dragging out far longer than you thought possible
>By the time you're finished, you're left panting on your bed, completely spent in every meaning of the word
>She falls back onto your legs, nethers practically kissing against your wilted manhood
>Chest splattered in both her inky black lubricant and your thick white semen, she lifts up her cum soaked hand, and gives you a good look at it.
>Then she quickly pulls the hand into her maw. Lewd slurps echo through the room, threatening to reinvigorate your flagging staff for round two.
>She makes an exaggerated gulp, before smacking her lips, licking all over to make sure she didn't miss a spot.
>"Delicious, and what's more...hmmmm... I'd say three minutes from the first grip. You are no longer a worm. You are now at least an insect."
>You're too out of it to understand what she's talking about. Your head is spinning, your tongue is sticking out, and you can't manage to close your jaws.
>"Wipe off that disgraceful expression. You should be proud of this feat. Kyeheheheh. Yes, there is at least some potential in you yet, little insect."
>She narrows her single eye as her mouth contorts into a grin that's nothing short of demonic.
>"I think you and I will be together for a long, long time."
>The world fades to black, her piercing red gaze the last thing you can see.