Noelle’s Tentacle Gains, Part 4

Noelle awoke with a snort.

It took a few moments to adjust to the waking world, and she found that the world looked a lot-more lopsided than normal. Squeezing the sleep from her eyes, she squinted at her room, seeing it from a ninety-degree angle. Her head was lying on something soft and warm. She moved her hand to check it, feeling bare skin under her head. A knee… no, a thigh…!

“Hi.” Amy leaned over so Noelle could see her face, carrying a worried smile. “Are you okay?”

A part of her wanted to keep lying on those soft, soft thighs, but she forced herself to sit up. Her insides complained of a painless discomfort, like a muscle that had been warmed up but not used. She inspected herself for signs of damage. Her belly, despite having just been stretched to an absurd size, was intact, as though nothing had happened. Her skin was dry; the tentacle slime had left no trace, vanishing just like the Beginner’s Mate’s had. She was naked, aside from her shirt, but a blanket had been drawn over her, affording her a pittance of decency.

“I guess I’m okay.” Noelle concluded slowly. Her mind needed some time to boot, like a computer filled with too much porn. Something small began to simmer in the back of her head, a nagging feeling. She turned to Amy, who seemed relieved that Noelle was unharmed. “What about you? Are you okay?” A thought sparked into her brain like a firework. “Did… she…?”

Amy shook her head. “I woke up while you were… while she was…” Amy tried to gesture in place of words, but abandoned the attempt, flushing instead. “I’m sorry. I got scared and pretended to be asleep until she left.”

Noelle breathed deeply, letting her head fall back against her chest of drawers. “No, that’s… probably for the best.”

Amy’s mouth opened and closed multiple times, her face changing to multiple expressions. Noelle had to look away, which caused Amy to stiffen. After an awkward moment of hesitation, Amy scooted herself closer until their legs were touching, gingerly putting a hand on Noelle’s shoulder. “How… are you feeling? After… that woman…”

“I feel… God, I don’t know.” Noelle fell mute, staring up at the ceiling.

The encounter with Helja and her ridiculous number of tentacles… it was, without a doubt, the most powerful, orgasmic sensation she’d ever experienced. The pleasure she felt had been infinite, indescribable… and yet…

“I don’t have the words.” Noelle shrugged.

“It… sounded intense.” Amy squeezed her shoulder in an attempt to comfort. “Was it…” A small blush painted Amy’s cheeks, “…good?”

Noelle glanced at Amy, seeing only worry in her expression. “Yeah… I think it was amazing.” The review glowed, but her tone was flat. Something bubbled in the centre of her gut, gnawing at her just like her guilt, that prevented her from enjoying Helja’s dalliance.

She remembered Helja’s smugness, her commanding presence, her tone of superiority. And it made her grit her teeth. Now she knew what the feeling in her gut was. It was the same feeling when she swam in a competition, and watching someone else achieve first place.

Noelle always wanted to win.

And this time, it felt like she’d lost.

They sat in silence for a moment, processing the night’s events. Noelle noticed that Amy was fidgeting with her hair, twirling it around her finger. Her brain flagged this as important, urging her to investigate. When considering what Amy might be bothered about, Noelle’s memory took that moment as it’s cue to replay the dirty dance they’d performed. Noelle suddenly froze; they hadn’t just run past every single base, but nuked the playing field from orbit. A sense of shame washed over her.

“So…?” Noelle began, wondering if she should be delicate, or brutally honest. “You’re… noooot… maaaaad…?” She tried, squeezing out each word like the last dregs of a toothpaste bottle.

Amy’s eyes flickered about, her forehead creasing in confusion. “Mad? At… you?”

“For…” Noelle indicated them both, her hand bouncing back and forth like a trampoline.

Amy sat up, her eyes widening. “Oh! No! No, of course not!” She gave Noelle a heart-fluttering smile. “I never thought- I’ve always, well, you, um…”

Noelle huffed with annoyance. “Look, I get it. The slime made you do it.” She glared down at her crotch. “I didn’t mean to get you all excited. I didn’t know, but that’s not an excuse.” She lightly thumped the back of her head on the chest of drawers. “Stupid, stupid…”

Amy grabbed her head to stop the self flagellation. “No! No, of course not.” She smiled warmly at Noelle. “I wanted it.”

Noelle pulled herself away. “You only wanted it because the slime made you want it.”

Amy shook her head. “That’s not true either…” Noelle glanced up at Amy, whose cheeks were redder than they’d been during sex.