The first time when Cori discovered the notebook's magical ability was when she took a nap while writing a hypothesis about a new spell she was working on. It was a summoning spell to cast various sizes of arms around her room so they can reach for her coffee, hold her books, and do the dishes for her. But when she woke up from the nap and saw her room, what she wrote was realized down to every grotesque detail of what it is like to have a bunch of arms growing all around her room. It was too lucid to be a dream. She went back to her note to see the resemblance. But when she held her hand on the page and blinked, the room around her warped and she was back to her real room.
Soon after, she started doing various experiments to recreate the scenario and learned that the notebook can take her to any realities and situations she described. All she needed to do was just keep her hands on the page she wanted to see and it seemed she was physically transported to that reality rather than it playing a trick in her mind.
There were so many potentials to this. And that's usually followed by that much danger. But as if it had some sort of safety guard for the user, she was never been harmed during her various creature summoning practices. And once she felt comfortable with the notebook, she began to explore its sexual potential during her "me time".
Not only the notebook can create whatever she wrote, it was also able to mix her descriptions with any photographs she put on the page. Any of her celebrity crush or fetish with the magical creatures she's been documenting were hers to play. Watching large concerts of singers and having sex with them afterward, humping a dragon's tongue in its mouth during its flight, visiting her favorite monster erotica writer who turned out to be another tentacle creature that pretended to be one, feeling fingers and mouths of a group of horny mermaids playfully groping under her bikinis, letting a colony of glowing mushrooms paralyzing her so they can trap her in their vines and vibrating her with their heads, and whatever else that came to her mind were just some scenarios she tried out for the first couple of weeks. Then she wondered what it would be like to ride on a mimic's infamous tongue.
She has never been able to document a photograph of a mimic in action during her time as a witch and a ranger. Usually, they are well concealed. And when they reveal themselves, they are often incredibly dangerous and fast, not to mention how scary they look. So when she wanted to summon a mimic, all she had was adding a word "mimic" in the description among her usual sex preference pages. Then she laid her hand on the page. But after a warp, instead of seeing an extra chest in her room, there were two identical books on her desk laying next to each other.
She looked at those two notebooks, then looked around the simulated room. It took a few seconds to sink in. The notebook was a mimic. And she was inside of a mimic. She abruptly let go of the page and quickly laid her hand on it again as a reaction to escape.
After she confirmed that she was back in her real world, she fixed her eyes on the notebook. For two weeks, she wasn't just magically creating scenarios of having sex with various creatures. She was actually having sex with one of the most dangerous and scary creatures that she found in the city. And all the fetishes she's been describing have been her requests for how she wanted the mimic to have sex with her, not unlike roleplays, but without her knowing.
She nearly felt like she was violated. But she also couldn't deny that she's been enjoying it. She needed some fresh air outside and resolve these conflicting thoughts.
The mimic was still laying on her desk like a good notebook when Cora returned. She walked back through the door while keeping her eyes fixed on him. She thought she'd feel some fear or shame. Mimics are known to devour and torture any who fell for their traps. But despite every opportunity he had to consume her, he has been doing everything she asked him to do without hurting her a single time. He always allowed her to enjoy herself in his realm no matter what she asked.
Then her thoughts cautiously wondered, 'Could he have been enjoying his roles with me as well?'
She began to feel her heart racing from remembering what she's been letting him do for her. Perhaps he was being a pervert creeping his slimy head in between her thighs during her private time. But all she could think of was how much he's been a joy for her when he played his roles. It felt safe even when she was trapped in his mucus vines with her vulva slipping in a slimy mouth of a hungry old swamp ghoul. He's always been gentle, patient, and allowed her to be comfortable until she craved orgasms at his mercy. And now that she knows he's been doing them intentionally, her kinky mind began to imagine what roles she can play to arouse him in return.
She walked over to the desk and opened the notebook. Each page she flipped revealed the memories such as islands with a calm blue ocean, dark green mountains with clear grey clouds over them and an emerald lake in the middle, summoning experiments with various creatures on a floating meadow in the cloud, and multiple pages describing her sexual fetishes. They were all still there, reminding her of the time with him. Then she flipped a page to the next. It was blank, ready to be used.
She picked up a pen and gently laid its tip on the middle of the blank page. Without a pause, she carefully wrote:
"You."
Trapped in the damp and slurping flesh of her tormentor, Cori tensed her body and hunched her lower back forward, unable to resist the full body sexual arousal that he was making her feel. Still clutching a pulsing tongue in her vagina, she pressed a series of spasms on a sack of flesh hugging in front of her crotch. She held her breath. She wanted to gasp and scream. She managed to push the air out of the throat and moaned. But her mouth was filled with a wiggling foreign organism that she was made to kiss. Her gagged scream was muffled in the flesh that cocooned her whole. And with one of his mouth persistently eating her vulva, another orgasm followed soon after. Nobody outside can hear her scream. Her best efforts to resist only made her feel that much more helpless. Cori groaned knowing how much this made her torturer sexually thrilled.
She felt his slimy tongue leaving her vagina only to slip in between her labia again. With her body primed for multiple orgasms, it felt like he was going to make her another one. She retreated her hips, arching her back, tried to close her legs, and push him back with her hands. But his melting flesh sealed her limbs spread and vulnerable to his perversion. No matter how she struggled, her torturer's lips kept following her genital like a parasite feasting on its living prey. Drugged in her scent, he continued licking her aromatic petals. She imagined her ejaculation drizzling down his slurping tongue to his muggy throat where he drank every drop of her orgasmic fluid. It was as if he really enjoyed how she tastes. Her swollen labia clenched on his tongue. They synced their pulse like they were dancing. Then she began frantically humping his mouth, releasing another orgasm that he relished with all of his flesh spasming with her.
Cori groaned again accepting that nothing she did could make him stop. He sucked her breasts, kissed her neck, and caressed her ribs. And the spore that grew a mouth in between her legs also had tentacles stroking her thighs. Its grisly tongue continued to rub her clitoris softly. Her spasms from the last few orgasms were still happening and he was already arousing her for another one. Weeks of telling him what turned her on have been giving him a number of ideas. She knew he was toying with the idea that he can make her cum any time he wanted. But despite his potency, he also understood that she wouldn't taste as good without one essential factor: She wanted it all. Everything he wanted with her, she wanted to feel all of it.
She can feel her tormentor enjoys using his mouths and eating her while she struggled. She clenched her own mouth that was made to kiss him, but only with her lips and tongue so he'd feel her thrill without hurting him. She wiggled her body, feeling a dozen other mouths eating her, to help him press his tongues in the right places. Showered by another orgasm that she induced, she finally gave in from her victim role. She leaned into the head she was sitting on and began riding it like she wanted to.
It didn't hurt. No matter how many orgasms she had or how long she was aroused, the stimulations all felt fresh. There was something in his saliva and breath that helped her to recover. And she noticed he was making more of it every time she felt him having orgasms, which usually happened in sync with her. Her kinky mind wanted more of it, letting him sexually claim her body however he needed, and help him reach his unending orgasms. And from the way he pressed his tongue over her crotch convinced her that he also wanted her like this as well. She kept humping and thrusting her groin on his face. He matched her pace by rippling his tongue to make it feel as if it was vibrating with slithering touch to it. Her breath quickened that made her sounded like she was moaning. It took very little time before she began to spasmodically groan. But this time, neither his rippling tongue nor her humping hips stopped with an orgasm. They wanted to see how long they can keep at their climaxes. Feeling his fluid thickening all around her with her groin shaking non-stop in his mouth that ate it vigorously, their stream of orgasms lasted for a long time.
The time freezes from the outside while she was in her mimic. But she guessed that she usually spends several hours each time she had sex with him. This has been happening for a week whenever she was set in a mood for another round. Writing with a cup of coffee, watching a movie, reading erotic stories, taking a bath, before going to bed, waking up in the morning, or even from coming out of the mimic after a few hours in it just to realize she wanted more and went back in. Having her time and fatigue unaffected in the real world was hugely beneficial. And despite his intimidating appearance and total dominance over her, he was a great cuddler and knew when to let it rest so they can sink in with this moment together.
Covered in his fluid, the cocooning flesh slowly opened up around her. It was partially so she could breathe more comfortably. And he also wanted her to see him when he played on her body. She opened her eyes and all she could see were flesh and tentacles, the same one that her arms and legs were still trapped in. It was a cute idea to act like she was trying to escape this. She wasn't inside of a belly of a monster, not that that would make it easier to escape. She was inside of an entire universe where it's made of nothing but his flesh. Her struggle was rather a gesture of confirming she was adequately dominated. And she could tell that he likes it when she wiggles a little bit, making her hips and torso moving with him. Noticing a mouth and its tongue still placed underneath her groin, she began swaying her crotch over it. He held her gently in her position so she wouldn't fall on the floor or on his mouth. She could still smell his thick "toxic" gas she requested that has been paralyzing and arousing her. His warm breath rising over her groin reminded where that seductive chemical was coming from. And she was covered in the saliva that was made of it. She watched as his mouth opened up, revealing all the little bumps and mini tentacles that she has been grinding on, and a tongue slipping out of its mouth like a giant alien worm which she soon felt it licking her vulva. The flesh wall behind her followed, hugging her gently and its tentacles stretching around to massage the rest of her body. She watched her body falling into the grasp of the creature again with genuine curiosity. He kissed her, eating her entire crotch in its mouth where she noticed his tongue giving its full attention on her sweet spots. Feeling her body getting aroused for another ecstasy, she began to softly thrust her crotch into its mouth. In the acceptance of his tentacle massage, her body waved like the wall of flesh behind her and allowed herself to moan in her quickened breath. She closed her eyes again, smiling, sinking into the pleasure that they shared together.
Months went by, they've been trying various picnic spots around the world and sexual fantasies, occasionally mixing them together. She had herself floating without gravity in a dome of a space station where she could see the Earth spinning around. Then once, he slipped a slug alien as big as herself under her suit that she decided to hump while it was eating her crotch. And there was a time when she was hiking in a forest, she found herself walking in between dozens of enormous spider legs from the ground that she thought were trees. Not long after she was webbed and trapped, she felt her legs and waist sinking inside of her enormous flesh-eating captor, and found herself being sucked like a candy that wriggled instead of dissolving in his mouth while she nurtured her tasty juice for him as long as he licked her the right ways. Some were her requests, some others were his pranks that she found rather adoring. Knowing they were in each other's conforming care, they explored endless possibilities of relief and ecstasies.
Soon after, she started doing various experiments to recreate the scenario and learned that the notebook can take her to any realities and situations she described. All she needed to do was just keep her hands on the page she wanted to see and it seemed she was physically transported to that reality rather than it playing a trick in her mind.
There were so many potentials to this. And that's usually followed by that much danger. But as if it had some sort of safety guard for the user, she was never been harmed during her various creature summoning practices. And once she felt comfortable with the notebook, she began to explore its sexual potential during her "me time".
Not only the notebook can create whatever she wrote, it was also able to mix her descriptions with any photographs she put on the page. Any of her celebrity crush or fetish with the magical creatures she's been documenting were hers to play. Watching large concerts of singers and having sex with them afterward, humping a dragon's tongue in its mouth during its flight, visiting her favorite monster erotica writer who turned out to be another tentacle creature that pretended to be one, feeling fingers and mouths of a group of horny mermaids playfully groping under her bikinis, letting a colony of glowing mushrooms paralyzing her so they can trap her in their vines and vibrating her with their heads, and whatever else that came to her mind were just some scenarios she tried out for the first couple of weeks. Then she wondered what it would be like to ride on a mimic's infamous tongue.
She has never been able to document a photograph of a mimic in action during her time as a witch and a ranger. Usually, they are well concealed. And when they reveal themselves, they are often incredibly dangerous and fast, not to mention how scary they look. So when she wanted to summon a mimic, all she had was adding a word "mimic" in the description among her usual sex preference pages. Then she laid her hand on the page. But after a warp, instead of seeing an extra chest in her room, there were two identical books on her desk laying next to each other.
She looked at those two notebooks, then looked around the simulated room. It took a few seconds to sink in. The notebook was a mimic. And she was inside of a mimic. She abruptly let go of the page and quickly laid her hand on it again as a reaction to escape.
After she confirmed that she was back in her real world, she fixed her eyes on the notebook. For two weeks, she wasn't just magically creating scenarios of having sex with various creatures. She was actually having sex with one of the most dangerous and scary creatures that she found in the city. And all the fetishes she's been describing have been her requests for how she wanted the mimic to have sex with her, not unlike roleplays, but without her knowing.
She nearly felt like she was violated. But she also couldn't deny that she's been enjoying it. She needed some fresh air outside and resolve these conflicting thoughts.
The mimic was still laying on her desk like a good notebook when Cora returned. She walked back through the door while keeping her eyes fixed on him. She thought she'd feel some fear or shame. Mimics are known to devour and torture any who fell for their traps. But despite every opportunity he had to consume her, he has been doing everything she asked him to do without hurting her a single time. He always allowed her to enjoy herself in his realm no matter what she asked.
Then her thoughts cautiously wondered, 'Could he have been enjoying his roles with me as well?'
She began to feel her heart racing from remembering what she's been letting him do for her. Perhaps he was being a pervert creeping his slimy head in between her thighs during her private time. But all she could think of was how much he's been a joy for her when he played his roles. It felt safe even when she was trapped in his mucus vines with her vulva slipping in a slimy mouth of a hungry old swamp ghoul. He's always been gentle, patient, and allowed her to be comfortable until she craved orgasms at his mercy. And now that she knows he's been doing them intentionally, her kinky mind began to imagine what roles she can play to arouse him in return.
She walked over to the desk and opened the notebook. Each page she flipped revealed the memories such as islands with a calm blue ocean, dark green mountains with clear grey clouds over them and an emerald lake in the middle, summoning experiments with various creatures on a floating meadow in the cloud, and multiple pages describing her sexual fetishes. They were all still there, reminding her of the time with him. Then she flipped a page to the next. It was blank, ready to be used.
She picked up a pen and gently laid its tip on the middle of the blank page. Without a pause, she carefully wrote:
"You."
Trapped in the damp and slurping flesh of her tormentor, Cori tensed her body and hunched her lower back forward, unable to resist the full body sexual arousal that he was making her feel. Still clutching a pulsing tongue in her vagina, she pressed a series of spasms on a sack of flesh hugging in front of her crotch. She held her breath. She wanted to gasp and scream. She managed to push the air out of the throat and moaned. But her mouth was filled with a wiggling foreign organism that she was made to kiss. Her gagged scream was muffled in the flesh that cocooned her whole. And with one of his mouth persistently eating her vulva, another orgasm followed soon after. Nobody outside can hear her scream. Her best efforts to resist only made her feel that much more helpless. Cori groaned knowing how much this made her torturer sexually thrilled.
She felt his slimy tongue leaving her vagina only to slip in between her labia again. With her body primed for multiple orgasms, it felt like he was going to make her another one. She retreated her hips, arching her back, tried to close her legs, and push him back with her hands. But his melting flesh sealed her limbs spread and vulnerable to his perversion. No matter how she struggled, her torturer's lips kept following her genital like a parasite feasting on its living prey. Drugged in her scent, he continued licking her aromatic petals. She imagined her ejaculation drizzling down his slurping tongue to his muggy throat where he drank every drop of her orgasmic fluid. It was as if he really enjoyed how she tastes. Her swollen labia clenched on his tongue. They synced their pulse like they were dancing. Then she began frantically humping his mouth, releasing another orgasm that he relished with all of his flesh spasming with her.
Cori groaned again accepting that nothing she did could make him stop. He sucked her breasts, kissed her neck, and caressed her ribs. And the spore that grew a mouth in between her legs also had tentacles stroking her thighs. Its grisly tongue continued to rub her clitoris softly. Her spasms from the last few orgasms were still happening and he was already arousing her for another one. Weeks of telling him what turned her on have been giving him a number of ideas. She knew he was toying with the idea that he can make her cum any time he wanted. But despite his potency, he also understood that she wouldn't taste as good without one essential factor: She wanted it all. Everything he wanted with her, she wanted to feel all of it.
She can feel her tormentor enjoys using his mouths and eating her while she struggled. She clenched her own mouth that was made to kiss him, but only with her lips and tongue so he'd feel her thrill without hurting him. She wiggled her body, feeling a dozen other mouths eating her, to help him press his tongues in the right places. Showered by another orgasm that she induced, she finally gave in from her victim role. She leaned into the head she was sitting on and began riding it like she wanted to.
It didn't hurt. No matter how many orgasms she had or how long she was aroused, the stimulations all felt fresh. There was something in his saliva and breath that helped her to recover. And she noticed he was making more of it every time she felt him having orgasms, which usually happened in sync with her. Her kinky mind wanted more of it, letting him sexually claim her body however he needed, and help him reach his unending orgasms. And from the way he pressed his tongue over her crotch convinced her that he also wanted her like this as well. She kept humping and thrusting her groin on his face. He matched her pace by rippling his tongue to make it feel as if it was vibrating with slithering touch to it. Her breath quickened that made her sounded like she was moaning. It took very little time before she began to spasmodically groan. But this time, neither his rippling tongue nor her humping hips stopped with an orgasm. They wanted to see how long they can keep at their climaxes. Feeling his fluid thickening all around her with her groin shaking non-stop in his mouth that ate it vigorously, their stream of orgasms lasted for a long time.
The time freezes from the outside while she was in her mimic. But she guessed that she usually spends several hours each time she had sex with him. This has been happening for a week whenever she was set in a mood for another round. Writing with a cup of coffee, watching a movie, reading erotic stories, taking a bath, before going to bed, waking up in the morning, or even from coming out of the mimic after a few hours in it just to realize she wanted more and went back in. Having her time and fatigue unaffected in the real world was hugely beneficial. And despite his intimidating appearance and total dominance over her, he was a great cuddler and knew when to let it rest so they can sink in with this moment together.
Covered in his fluid, the cocooning flesh slowly opened up around her. It was partially so she could breathe more comfortably. And he also wanted her to see him when he played on her body. She opened her eyes and all she could see were flesh and tentacles, the same one that her arms and legs were still trapped in. It was a cute idea to act like she was trying to escape this. She wasn't inside of a belly of a monster, not that that would make it easier to escape. She was inside of an entire universe where it's made of nothing but his flesh. Her struggle was rather a gesture of confirming she was adequately dominated. And she could tell that he likes it when she wiggles a little bit, making her hips and torso moving with him. Noticing a mouth and its tongue still placed underneath her groin, she began swaying her crotch over it. He held her gently in her position so she wouldn't fall on the floor or on his mouth. She could still smell his thick "toxic" gas she requested that has been paralyzing and arousing her. His warm breath rising over her groin reminded where that seductive chemical was coming from. And she was covered in the saliva that was made of it. She watched as his mouth opened up, revealing all the little bumps and mini tentacles that she has been grinding on, and a tongue slipping out of its mouth like a giant alien worm which she soon felt it licking her vulva. The flesh wall behind her followed, hugging her gently and its tentacles stretching around to massage the rest of her body. She watched her body falling into the grasp of the creature again with genuine curiosity. He kissed her, eating her entire crotch in its mouth where she noticed his tongue giving its full attention on her sweet spots. Feeling her body getting aroused for another ecstasy, she began to softly thrust her crotch into its mouth. In the acceptance of his tentacle massage, her body waved like the wall of flesh behind her and allowed herself to moan in her quickened breath. She closed her eyes again, smiling, sinking into the pleasure that they shared together.
Months went by, they've been trying various picnic spots around the world and sexual fantasies, occasionally mixing them together. She had herself floating without gravity in a dome of a space station where she could see the Earth spinning around. Then once, he slipped a slug alien as big as herself under her suit that she decided to hump while it was eating her crotch. And there was a time when she was hiking in a forest, she found herself walking in between dozens of enormous spider legs from the ground that she thought were trees. Not long after she was webbed and trapped, she felt her legs and waist sinking inside of her enormous flesh-eating captor, and found herself being sucked like a candy that wriggled instead of dissolving in his mouth while she nurtured her tasty juice for him as long as he licked her the right ways. Some were her requests, some others were his pranks that she found rather adoring. Knowing they were in each other's conforming care, they explored endless possibilities of relief and ecstasies.
This is amazing, and so arousing! Please keep it up!
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