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Eventually, Alice awoke. Not before experiencing a rather strange and yet vaguely familiar dream. The floor beneath her was made of bronze, and mostly obscured by a thick mist. Like she remembered from the last time, the platform resembled a giant sundial, although there was a distinct lack of sunshine, making it impossible to tell if it was closer to midnight or noon. Shadows, however, there was no lack of. Deep dark shadows of crimson and violet, swirling around her feet like tentacled sea monsters searching for prey.“Dash and bother,” Alice exclaimed, standing perfectly still, wondering if they might sense movement. “I would have preferred to wake up in a perfectly proper feather bed with a tea pot and a cup upon a tray upon my lap. As they say, however, if wishes here horses… oh, how does that go?”“Then fishes might fly,” a soft masculine voice answered.“No. Not that,” Alice answered thoughtfully, taking a moment to compose herself as best she could. She was dressed in a pale blue cottage dress trimmed with white lace and matching slippers. Her hair was tied back in a single braid with a bow. What color, she could only guess at. Blue seemed to make sense.“Not that anything makes sense here.”“Not entirely true.” This time, although sounding similar, the voice sounded feminine.“I suppose, in a non-sensical way, everything makes perfect sense.”“Exactly.” The masculine voice again as the shadows at her feet rose, forming into a pair of creatures that Sex hikayeleri resembled the squid she had seen at the market on occasion, or at least they had strange-looking heads that resembled fleshy arrowheads and several tentacles where one would expect arms and a quartet of legs with padded feet where one would expect legs, all covered with small suckers. One’s flesh reminded her of purple velvet while the other’s was shiny and crimson.“Although, some things make more sense than others.”“Such as you. You make very little sense.”“My sister is cross. Pay her no mind. We weren’t expecting guests.”“I’d have put a kettle on. And put out biscuits.”“She makes the best ink and kelp biscuits.”“I don’t doubt that. Oh, where have my manners gone. I am Alice.“Alice was about to finish with a polite curtsy when an eerie hissing broke the eerie silence of the fog, sending goosebumps up and down her arms and, apparently, alarming the squid-like creatures.“Flee for your life!”“Hide!”Violet and crimson shadows swirled through the fog, only, instead of scampering off and leaving her to face whatever danger approached – alone – they swirled up under the hem of her dress and clung to her legs, their suckers opening and closing nervously, pulling at her flesh. It actually felt quite nice. Nice enough to distract her from the apparent danger that had alarmed them. The far-off hissing that seemed to be drawing slowly nearer. Like a hunter stalking its Sikiş hikayeleri prey.“Maybe I can conjure up a weapon. It is, after all, a dream,” she mumbled breathlessly. One of the creatures had decided to crawl higher. Remembering the squid, she’d imagined that their touch might be slimy, but instead it was slightly cool. And wet. Wet like the natural lubrication of her pussy. She did her best to concentrate on conjuring a weapon rather than the extremely pleasant feeling of tentacles gripping the insides of her thighs and the curves of her hip, both sets slowly moving upward.Thankfully, she was able to form a sword made of light. And not just a sword, but a shield as well. A moment later she felt the cool touch of tentacles upon her breasts and outer lips, almost breaking her concentration.“If I’m to die, at least I’ll die… oh, god, that feels so good…” she managed, breathlessly. “Concentrate, Alice! Then beggars would ride. That’s it. If wishes were horses then beggars would ride,” Alice announced to an unseen audience. For an audience she had, despite it being invisible. The one hidden beneath her dress, teasing her until her breathing grew ragged and her cunt began to flood with the fragrant scent of need and the one that threw shadows upon the fog, forming the shape of some sort of mishappen monster. One that hissed and clicked as it paused before her.Terrified, Alice held perfectly still, fingers gripping and trembling as Erotik hikaye she attempted to hold her sword out before her, her shield pulled in close against her chest. She recalled a trip to the British Museum once. She’d been fascinated by the mummies. And the insects. Strange species from all over the world, carefully pinned and curated and identified by their scientific names. All in Latin, naturally. Heterometrus longimanus. The Black Scorpion. That’s what she was facing. Only… much bigger. One other thing that was different than she remembered. Its tail ended with not a stinger, but a phallus-shaped tip that wasn’t quite as menacing.“Curious,” she murmured, her voice trembling as suckers found, not only her nipples, but the little pleasure button hidden way between her thighs. Briefly she wondered if she should ask the squid-like creatures to pinch her into wakefulness but the giant scorpion distracted her with a menacing-sounding hiss, causing her to raise the tip of her sword and pull her shield closer.“Go away,” she demanded, her voice shaking, sniffing the air. Curiouser and curiouser, the smell of freshly baked gingerbread permeated the fog… She tried again, gathering up her courage. “Leave. Now!”She stood her ground, trying to keep her knees from trembling and her legs from betraying her. She could feel a familiar sensation roiling between her thighs. A most inopportune time to have an orgasm.“Stop that,” she whimpered, but it was too late. She felt herself being pushed to the brink, suckers sucking her clit, her nipples, tentacles pushing into her slick pussy as if to hide from the horror that stood, watching her, in the fog.“I mean it, stop that this very… oh, dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh…”
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