Succubi Chapter 89. Rogue Noodles
I didn't know how long I was out, but I woke to Lilith's voice crackling through the announcement system, syrup-sweet and cheery.
"Dinner is ready, everyone! Come down to the dining hall or starve!"
Great.
I cracked an eye open, staring at the ceiling of my dorm room. My head was foggy, my limbs heavy, my brain half-glued to dream mush. I stretched—or I tried to.
The second I moved, my body jerked in place, like something was holding me down. My brows furrowed. That didn't feel like the blanket.
What the hell was this wiggling sensation around my chest?
And—wait.
Wait.
What's this heat?
Not just the room-is-warm kind of hot. No. This was internal. Like someone microwaved my blood and poured pepper flakes into my veins.
I looked down.
Something squirmed under my shirt.
My shirt.
Inside my shirt.
"Uh."
Something else squirmed—inside my pants.
My eyes shot open. "What the—?!"
I jolted. Or I tried to. My arms didn't move. Something pinned me down. Multiple somethings. Like warm, slick ropes pressing into my wrists, ankles, waist, thighs—
And something was definitely sucking the tip of my cock right now.
"Ngh—!" I choked on a groan, hips twitching against the soft, wet heat wrapped around me.
'Nope. Nope. Nope. That's a suckle. That's a real goddamn suckle.'
A second tendril wiggled under my balls, teasing the base of my shaft like it was a plaything, while another one coiled around my thigh and tightened just slightly.
'I'm gonna die like this,' I thought wildly. 'Sucked off in my own bed by rogue noodles.'
I whipped my head to the side—
Sera.
Of course it was Sera.
She was curled up beside me, tangled in the sheets, one hand clutching the corner of my pillow. Her mouth hung open, a little drool pooling on the blanket, and her whole face looked angelic in the worst possible way. Peaceful. Innocent. Dreaming.
And all her goddamn tentacles were loose and very much not innocent.
"Oh you've gotta be kidding me—Sera!"
She muttered something and rolled over, pressing her face against my shoulder with a sleepy giggle. "Mmh… banana smoothies…"
I blinked. "What."
She snorted softly, breath warm against my neck. "Don't leave… banana smooties…"
I gaped at her.
Then down at my own body.
The tentacles were everywhere.
Two slid lazily under my shirt, stroking across my abs and chest like they were looking for a button to press. Another teased the waistband of my pants like it was trying to negotiate with the elastic.
And the one on my d*ck?
Still sucking. Still pulsing. Like it had rhythm.
"Sera!" I hissed.
She didn't move.
I shook my head furiously, trying to squirm free, but the moment I tensed my abs, another tentacle coiled tighter around my waist like I'd just told it to keep going, baby.
"I am not your goddamn snack!" I shouted in a whisper.
No response.
Only a sleepy sigh from the tentacle demon currently snoring on my shoulder. Another wet, lazy suckle dragged a noise from my throat I absolutely did not want to admit sounded half-pleasured.
"Hhnn… f*ck—Sera! Wake up!"
She mumbled again, drool running down her cheek now. "Evan…"
"Okay, good! Yes! That's me! Now wake your hentai limbs up—!"
But nope.
Another slick tendril slipped under my back and lifted me just slightly off the bed like it was cradling me now.
Great. Now they were cuddling.
I groaned as one stroked along my spine, massaging in slow, teasing circles like it was trying to convince me this was a spa treatment and not a horror show.
And the one in my pants?
Yeah. That one curled tighter.
"Ngh—okay. No. No. Not like this," I muttered through gritted teeth.
My cock twitched. It wasn't even fully hard yet, but the sheer overstimulation from suckle number one and wriggler number two was warming me up faster than caffeine.
Another tentacle slipped over my nipples.
I squeaked.
Like a whole-ass, undignified, panicked squeak.
"Don't you dare—!"
The tip of the tentacle circled my navel.
"SERAAAA!"
She blinked.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open, lazy and unfocused.
I gasped in relief. "Okay. Okay. You're up. Great. Tell your hentai army to back off."
She stared at me for a second.
Then blinked again.
Then looked down.
Paused.
"Oh," she mumbled.
Then giggled. "You look really warm."
"Because your noodle squad is giving me a free hentai subscription I never asked for!"
She propped herself up, rubbing one eye. "They do that when I'm hungry."
"You are not eating me!"
She looked at me like I was the unreasonable one. "I wasn't gonna eat you. They were just cuddling."
"One is giving my d*ck a deep tissue therapy session!"
She looked down again. Blinked. "Oh. Huh."
"Sera. Get them out."
"Do you not like it?"
I glared. "I like not being molested in my sleep. Yes."
She tilted her head. "You didn't complain earlier."
"I was asleep!"
She grinned, slow and shameless. "But now you're awake."
Her tentacle around my shaft tightened slightly.
I froze.
"No. No. Don't you dare."
"But it's twitching."
"It's afraid!"
She leaned over me, her grin lazy and smug. "Are you afraid, Evan?"
"I'm aroused and betrayed! Now get them out!"
She exhaled dramatically. "Fine. You're so touchy."
And just like that, the tentacles slithered out of my clothes. Slowly. Sensually. Like they were dragging their exit just to tease me more.
The one around my c*ck popped off with a wet slurp that made me want to scream into the pillow and die.
"Oh my god," I muttered.
Another tentacle gave my abs a farewell flick.
I bit my tongue.
Sera laid back down beside me, snuggling close again like nothing had happened.
I stared at the ceiling, cock semi-hard, heart pounding, skin flushed.
"I'm never sleeping again."
"Okay."
"…I think your tentacle kissed me goodbye."
"Probably."
"I need a shower. And holy water."
She snorted and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Dinner first. Then exorcism."
"Deal."
A long silence stretched between us.
"…Sera?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time… just do it when I'm awake."
She smiled into my shoulder.
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