Insemination

Clara smiled and closed her eyes as her lover's hands glided over her oiled, naked body, sliding pleasurably over her breasts and stomach, then trailing teasingly down, fingers stroking her pubis mound. The warm sensation of Jenny's flesh pressed against Clara's back, the soft skin of her firm breasts as they rubbed against Clara's shoulders, was heavenly.

Clara was sitting on the bare floor, her parted legs out in front, bent at the knee. Jenny sat behind her, pressed tight against Clara, her arms wrapped around her lover's oiled body, her legs either side of Clara.

It was like being in the hold of a predator, Clara, thought, but if she was prey she was very willing prey, because Clara, for the first time in her life, was completely and hopelessly in love.

The candles that were placed around the perimeter of the room yielded a soft warm romantic glow despite the room's utter bareness. It was Jenny's apartment and she had stripped the living room of all furniture; table, chairs, a bookcase, paintings, photos, ornaments, absolutely everything, was now piled up in the hall or in the bedroom.

Aside from Jenny and Clara, the only things in the room were the twelve candles placed around the perimeter with a few incense sticks which filled the air with a sweet, relaxing odour. There were however also twelve strange small objects that Jenny had fixed the wall.

The objects were shiny black triangular wedges with different runic symbols carved into them. They had been placed in as large a circle as possible, each located in the position of numerals on a clock face, with all the tips of each triangle pointing inwards. Within the circle, Jenny had daubed runic symbols with white chalk. For all Jenny had taught her lover about runes, Clara had to admit she had never mastered the meaning of most, though trying to decipher them now, there was one symbol she did recognise - it meant; 'Welcome'.

Clara moaned in pleasure as Jenny's expert hands returned to her breasts, her fingers pinching Clara's hardened nipples delightfully. Clara turned her face to the side seeking a kiss, and Jenny leaned in, her mouth closing over Clara's, her tongue probing softly.

She had met Jenny a year this night, Halloween, or Samhain, as Jenny preferred to call it. Clara had been at a Halloween party at a nightclub with some friends when on the dance floor, she seen Jenny across the room. As soon as their eyes locked together that it was. It was corny as hell, like some cheesy scene in a romantic novel, but that was exactly how it happened. Long kisses and embraces followed, and the inevitable exchange of phone numbers. They had met the following day and Clara had never looked back.

The relationship had not been an easy one - not the aspect of her being with Jenny, for falling in love with Jenny had been the easiest thing in the world. Jenny had everything; kindness, generosity, attentiveness and was the perfect lover. She had taught Clara so much about physical love, taken her to giddy heights of pleasure that Clara had never dreamt possible.

The downside had been the friction between her friends and family. They had never taken to Jenny. Never liked her or given her a chance, and Clara did not fully understand why, but it might have been to do with Jenny's practice of occultism and Wicca. One of Clara's friends - now definite ex-friend, had even called Jenny a witch.

Clara had supposed it was jealousy as over the last year she spent less and less time with her friends and family, and more time with Jenny. How could she spend any time with friends and family if they would not accept the love of her life? Jenny had long since cut ties from her own family and friends and was something of a loner. They had each other, as Jenny would say, and that it was enough. Clara liked that, it would be the two of them against the world because Clara knew that having Jenny meant she needed no one else in her life. Just recently that they had discussed marriage, and agreed to start a family together, Clara could not have been happier.

Jenny had done her best to involve and educate Clara into her Wicca and occultist beliefs, and Clara had tried her best to be a devoted and obedient student but could never attain Jenny's certainty in her beliefs in the Old Ones - the strange Gods and creatures from another dimension.

Clara's favourite occult sessions involved her and Jenny having sex for the arousal of an inter-dimensional God, Jenny called Mythorac. For these sessions Jenny set up a large eye-like orb, set into metal runic sculpture that she claimed that Mythorac could observe from the other side - and what things Jenny and Clara had given him to watch.

Early in their relationship Jenny had told Clara that she was a devotee of Mythorac, a great God entity from another dimension. Mythorac, Jenny had explained to her, lived in a world where there also existed humans, though they were a subjugated and servile race to Mythorac. The great God Mythorac had vast telepathic power and could control the humans with his mind. In his world, even though humans had been around for hundreds of thousands of years, their technological advancement was barely at stone-age level.

Clara always found that when Jenny talked about her God and his world, her eyes shone with excitement and enthusiasm. It was wonderful, she'd tell Jenny, for through Mythorac's domination of humankind there was no conflict between humans - no different religions, no wars, no concepts of nations, no empire building - all the things that brought such misery to mankind on Earth. In their world there was only Mythorac, who they lived to serve. He was their God and Master. Furthermore, there was no environmental damage through over population, for if the human population in Mythorac's world grew too big, he would simply cull it with mass human sacrificial ceremonies. Mythorac's overwhelming power to read and control human minds meant there was never a challenge from the humans, and they had long accepted him as their God and gave him unquestioning obedience and total devotion in all things.

It had been no great surprise or disappointment when Jenny had told her they would celebrate their one year anniversary with a special ceremony in honour of Mythorac, and that Clara would receive the most wonderful gift of all this night. Clara thought that no doubt her own family and friends would disapprove if they knew - they would have said a romantic meal or trip to the theatre or romantic weekend away, was how you celebrated an anniversary properly, but what did Clara care for their views? It had been months since she'd had any contact with any of her family or her old friends. She had long since blocked them from her phone and life and shut down all her social media accounts. All she needed or wanted was Jenny.

They slowly broke the kiss, and Clara drew in breath, the heady scent of the incense sticks in the room make her woozy but not affect her growing state of sexual arousal.

'Please, Jenny,' Clara said huskily. 'I want you to fuck me.'

'Later, honey,' Jenny murmured, planting small kisses on Clara's neck.

'I need you now,' Clara protested, her eyes closed again as Jenny's hands found her breasts massaging and kneading them, the slippery oil aiding the motions.

'I need you wet, tonight. Wetter than ever,' Jenny breathed.

'I am, touch me. You'll see.'

Jenny slid a hand down over Clara's belly and her fingers dipped down. Clara opened her legs wider in a gesture or encouragement. She gasped as Jenny's fingers slid deep inside her, and she turned her face again, and Jenny kissed her hard. She thought she would come there and then, and Jenny perhaps sensing that too, withdrew her fingers. Clara's eyes were wide with disappointment and confusion.

'Not, yet. You'll come tonight, honey. You'll come more than ever, but not yet,' Jenny purred.

'Where's the eye? So Mythorac can see us?' Clara had thought it strange Jenny had not put it out but never liked to question her when came to her rituals.

'Mythorac has no need to watch us. He is coming tonight - for me, but more importantly, for you.'

'Coming here tonight?' Clara said in a small voice. Jenny's hands were back paying attention to her breasts which made thinking clearly through the fog of pleasure almost impossible.

'Yes, honey and I think you're nearly ready,' with that she released one of Clara's breasts while she reached behind her for an object. It was a chubby wide dildo, with a very large girth. Jenny had been using this one a lot on Clara in the past weeks. It had been painful to take at first but Clara could accommodate it well now, she enjoyed the slight pain of being stretched so wide as it was inserted.

'When I put this inside you I want to look at the wall ahead. Remember how I taught you to pronounce the runes?' Jenny asked.

'I think so. I'm not as good as you. I still say some wrong.'

'It's okay. We'll say them together.'

Clara focussed on the runic symbols on the wall as Jenny, guiding the dildo down between Clara's legs, began to slowly chant. Clara after a moment's hesitation joined in, her voice not as confident in pronouncing the strange consonants and vowel sounds as Jenny.

Jenny began to push the chubby head of the dildo inside Clara's pussy, and Clara, added her hand to the girth of the shaft to assist its insertion. She tried to relax her pelvic muscles to aid the process then stumbled over the words, as the sensation of the thick dome-like head of the dildo pushed aside the moist folds of her labia to enter her body.

It did not go in immediately despite how lubricated she was with arousal, and the dildo head had to be nudged and twisted as it was persuaded to enter her. When it did, Clara let out a soft cry.

Jenny's chanting continued unabated, the same sentence being repeated in a low hypnotic-like tone.

Clara did her best to resume the chanting but the motion of the dildo inside her, as Jenny began slowly sliding it back in forth in time to the rhythmic chant, was almost too much for Clara to take. She tried hard to chant, not wanting to disappoint Jenny but she could only utter the odd word now in the sentence. Then her eyes widened and she could not even manage that, for the part of the wall that made up the circle upon which the runes where written, began to bulge.

It was only slight at first, almost unnoticeable, but the numerous concave impressions grew in proportion, then increased in number and size, to create a rippling effect.

Seemingly unperturbed by the sight, Jenny continued chanting, though Clara noticed there was an infusion of excitement in her tone, the chant noticeably quickening.

Jenny, staring excitedly at the wall, gave Clara's breast a comforting squeeze, as she continued to fuck her with the thick dildo.

The candles around them suddenly flicked, as if an unseen draft was assailing them, and Clara let out an involuntary cry as the wall - or rather that part marked out as a circle, began to simply dissolve.

It was like a thin sheet of plastic before an intense heat, with holes widening in diameter, and behind these holes, Clara could make out something, some vast organic mass of which more and more was revealed, as the rest of the wall melted away.

Even Jenny had stopped chanting as the two women gazed in awe when the last part of the melting wall vanished.

Filling the wall space was a vast mass of organic flesh-like substance, with what seemed coiled appendages pressing into it like vast snakes, but there were also folds of flesh-like compressed skin, and the entire surface glistened with a slimy substance.

Clara had the impression that what they could see was only a small part of the entity. With the visage came a strong musky, yet sweet smell that overpowered the scent of the incense sticks.

'He's come. I knew he would. I knew he would come,' Jenny breathed with awe.

'What does he want?' Clara asked in tremulous voice, she turned her head to look at Jenny whose eyes were fixed on the emerging thing.

Her eyes gleamed as she beheld it. 'Don't you see? Don't you understand my love? He's here for you, Clara. He's here to give you our baby.'

Even as Jenny spoke, Clara, looking back at the mass of otherworldly flesh, could see thick coil-like tentacles detach and protrude into the room. Folds of flesh within its mass parted with sucking, slopping sounds and a large bulbous phallic-headed tentacle emerged, then another, and another, each head attached to a thick, slime-dripping tentacle.

The tentacles hovered as though blindly searching for prey, as they reached further into the room, and moved closer to the two girls on the floor.

Clara, to her surprise, was not afraid, insulated from fear by Jenny's joyous reaction, her trust and love for Jenny, and the state of her own sexual arousal.

'There's nothing to be scared of, honey,' Jenny reassured softly.

'I know. I'm okay.'

'Isn't he magnificent?'

'He is.' Clara agreed.

The tentacles with their cock-like heads numbered at least a dozen, they were of different girths and sizes, and some did not have penile heads but resembled octopus tentacles however all now reached into the room and hovered around the two girls, like blind snakes in search of prey.

'Tell me what to do,' Clara hissed, withdrawing the dildo from her pussy, knowing now what its purpose had been. She tossed it aside and it rolled away. A tentacle, sensing or hearing the object, darted out, grabbed it and then, deciding it was of no value, discarded it.

'Lie back against my lap, and put your feet up in the air,' Jenny instructed. She changing her posture behind Clara so she was now in a sitting kneel.

Clara shuffled down so she lay on Jenny's horizontal thighs. Understanding the position Jenny wanted her to adopt, she raised her feet in the air and Jenny taking each foot by the heel in her hands parted Clara's legs so her rump and vagina were fully exposed and on offer to the tentacled entity.

The tentacles came closer to Clara but moved in an uncertain and searching manner. Clara used one hand to gently slap her pussy to guide the phallic appendages closer.

'Good girl, that's it,' Jenny encouraged, as she moved her hands from Clara's heels to her ankles for a better grip.

Clara kept slapping her pussy, this time harder to create more sound, and one tentacle head came close enough for her to reach out and touch. She put the palm of her hand on the sticky gland-like head that was even larger than the head of the dildo. The tentacle stopped its movement as though acknowledging and accepting her touch. She reached further to grip its slimy shaft then looked to Jenny, who gave a small nod of encouragement. Clara returned her attention to the tentacle and guided its head to her opening.

The other tentacles, alert now to her location, also began to reach her. She could feel the delightful warmth of the tentacle head against her pussy, the live flesh of its shaft pulsate in her hand. It was strong and she could feel powerful muscles within it flex and push the head forward to enter her.

There was a long moment of resistance, the diameter of her pussy resisting the larger girth of the object trying to enter - the slime of the tentacle and the lubrication of her pussy seeking to overcome the impasse. She could feel the pressure build as the tentacle pushed with greater force then, suddenly her opening conceded to the tentacle's lust, and its head pushed inside her.

Clara cried out in ecstasy at the penetration. Jenny held tight to her ankles to maintain her legs V-shaped posture as Clara instinctively wanted to kick her legs. She could feel inside her the living flesh of Mythorac, as the tentacle thrust deeper.

Her hands grasped either side of its thick slippery body, and she gasped as she felt another tentacle nuzzle her anus. It pressed with more vigour and she felt another sensitive opening give way to a tentacle intruder, though this one, mercifully, was much thinner in girth.

She hardly had time to register this latest intrusion when other coils tentacles reached her abused body, wrapping themselves around her thighs and stomach, another with a suction cup type head latch on to her nipple, while yet another coiled and slithered between her breasts. Her head was thrown back and she found herself staring into Jenny's eyes.

Jenny smiled down at her 'You're doing so well, honey,' she said, knowing the incredible sensations Clara was must be feeling as multiple tentacles penetrated, probed, and slithered over her body.

Through the fog of pleasure a thought occurred. 'Jenny,' she gasped, alarmed.

'It's okay sweetie,' Jenny soothed, mistaking her distress for a reaction to the tender attentions of Mythorac.

'No, you don't understand. I can't get pregnant, my period just finished, remember? I won't have ovulated yet. It's the wrong time.'

Jenny smiled reassurance at her and gave a slight shake of the head. 'It's okay honey. You don't need to be ovulating. He's planting an egg inside you first. When he's done that, insemination will follow. Look down. I think it's coming now.'

Clara's eyes widened at the realization that the fucking had not yet begun, then heeding Jenny's last words she stared down past the tentacles slithering and caressing her breasts, to the one that was plunged inside her pussy. She thought she could see some object within it move down what she now realised was a tube rather than a tentacle, or perhaps it served as both. The object, visible as a slight bulge, travelled down and disappeared out of her line of sight.

It felt so tight inside her, as the invasive tentacles filled her anal and vaginal passages, and now she sensed something being planted deep within her.

There was movement inside her and she could feel the tentacle-like tube, its work complete, slide out of her ravaged pussy. The other tentacles continued the delightful abuse of her body secreting warm slime over her body that was already slippery with massage oil.

There was more movement and Clara saw the largest of the vulva-like fleshy folds of Mythoracs's mass began bulge, it's labial like lips starting to part as a bulbous tentacle head, larger than any of the others, and coated in a sticky creamy substance, emerged. Its head pushed free of the fleshy flaps that had held it and it began to snake its way towards Clara.

The other tentacles nearby began to make space to it, moving aside for this Alpha tentacle, and Clara realised what it was and what was about to happen.

She looked up at Jenny. 'I can't take that. It's too big,' she said her, voice tremulous.

'You can, my love,' Jenny said. 'You can.' Her eyes were fixed on the slimy snake-like thing approaching them.

The tentacle began to rise up, like a cobra preparing to strike, its head raised above Clara's exposed pussy. More tentacles were moving around them, coiling and hovering, secretions dripping from them. It was as if they were anticipating the alpha tentacle about to penetrate Clara.

Clara's eyes widened as it lowered its bulbous head toward her abused pussy. Its girth seemed much too big to take, even though the last tentacle that had pushed its way inside had widened her vaginal opening. Clara knew that she and the huge tentacle head must work together to overcome nature's barrier so it could reach the egg inside her and fertilise it.

She felt the warm, slimy penile head press against her opening, and Clara pushed her pelvis forward to meet it, to encourage its entry. Nature sought to deny its entry as her lubricated pussy refused to accommodate it, and Clara felt the pressure increase as though the tentacle head was frustrated by this physiological barrier between it and the egg inside Clara that awaited its seed.