Beyond The Veil (closed for fellatrixlestrange)

[fellatrixlestrange]

Night finally came, and Esperanza for once found it relatively easy to fall asleep. The tone of her unhappiness was different, though she couldn't say if it was for the better or worse. It seemed to hurt less. She didn't feel like she was a broken pencil away from tears at any given moment, which was nice, but the nothing that had come in place of that raw misery was so... nothing. It was like her soul was going numb.

Somewhere she'd read that when a person is in the final stages of freezing to death, they feel very comfortable and tired. It felt a little like she imagined that would feel. She knew she wasn't freezing, literally, but the cessation of a deep pain and replacement by no feeling at all seemed less like she was getting better and more like she was slipping into something worse.

There had been that dream, though. That thing had said it could help.

It was just a dream, but on some strange level, she believed it. It could help. So she got ready for bed, put on her sleep tee, and went to sleep. And almost immediately, she felt herself in that empty darkness.

"Hello?" she said, and her voice sounded so small compared to what she remembered.

 

[Baelnorn]

“Hello Esperanza.”

The unnatural voice replied, sounding from all around her as if space itself resonated to form it. Looking up, she saw the entity appear again – its massive body softly swaying in an untouchable breeze while it drifted closer on a wave of broken perspective and violated causality.

“I’ve been watching you.”

The light grew stronger, slowly shifting into the familiar haze from the previous vision. Omphalos settled in front of Esperanza, with the same position as the night before, and twitched one of its feelers close to her face again.

“I know your pain.”

The feeler cradled her cheek with a silken touch, and the entity’s warmth spread through her once more. It caressed her skin, gently, sensually, promising more of this comfort and safety if she just let it. A few moments later that felt like hours a second feeler closed in on Esperanza, sliding into the palm of her hand, enticing her to hold and grasp it.

“I can give you what you want, what you need.”

The second feeler pulsed and throbbed in her hand.

“I can help you. If you let me.”

The entity’s glow intensified and pulsed.

“But you have to want it. You have to trust me.”

More and more feelers and tentacles slowly closed in around her, brushing against her as gentle as a warm summer wind. Teasing. Tempting. Promising a lover's tender embrace.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Had the voice felt that deep before? Had it seemed as if it was resonating inside her? She was breathless as she watched it approach. Before it had been impossible, awe-inspiring, existentially terrifying, but now she saw beauty in it. There was so much, so big, but at the same time it was somehow delicate.

It had been watching her, which would have been a frightening violation, but those sorts of rules seemed ridiculous when applied to this... entity. Instead of feeling imposed upon, she felt oddly flattered that such a being would deign to notice her.

When it touched her, she trembled. It was so tender. It was miraculous that something so immense could manage to touch her so softly. To comfort her, even as it threatened to annihilate her concept of what could be.

It claimed to know her pain. She flinched at that. She'd heard that before. People said they understood all the time, but did they really? No. Never. They said they knew, and when she opened up, they ran away. It was hard to imagine this thing running away, but it was equally hard to imagine it understanding her insecurity.

Still, her fingers closed around the tendril that touched her palm. She held it, softly, but rigidly, afraid it would pull away because she wanted it. She wanted to feel it in her hand. It was so warm, so alive. It seemed to pulse in her hand, as if some giant, heart-like organ was pumping, only instead of blood, it was this warm, purple glow.

"Please," she whispered, when it repeated it's statement that it could help.

Then more of its appendages, ('feelers, tendrils, tentacles" her mind whispered) moved to touch her. And its touch was so delicate, so sweet, feather light, smooth and soft as butter. She shivered, feeling something happening that she didn't recognize, because this was not arousal as she understood it - this was not a shameful sensation, accompanied by guilt and self-loathing to match the sexual excitement. This was clean. It was erotic, but somehow spiritual. Pure.

"Please help me," she said. "I trust you."

 

[Baelnorn]

Omphalos heard her words, and purred. A cascade of satisfied pulses resonating off reality itself and reverberating in the space around them, encompassing Esperanza in a way human language simply held no words or concepts for.

“Then it is agreed. Do not be afraid. I will protect you.”​

The entity was pleased by Esperanza’s swift and eager acceptance, and immediately began to craft instructions for the budding infection inside her body. There wouldn’t be any drastic changes as for now, still too great was the risk of early detection by others who could fight back efficiently.

Instead the invisible miasma would accelerate the changes of her own design. It would help her shed mass, grow muscle, and reshape her form. It would help tighten and strengthen tissue where necessary or desired. In the coming days and weeks the training more be a little more exhausting, but also three times more effective in how much change it brought.

Meanwhile the feelers and tentacles closed in around Esperanza, surrounded her, and – after another endless moment of gentle brushes – finally swept her off her feet. Omphalos carefully picked her up and laid her on her back, floating her on a never ending wave of its appendages which slowly undulated as they carried her.

Below her, the feelers and tendrils provided her with a comfortable bed that defied all description. Giving her a sensation of weightlessness, they carried her closer to the creature’s body. Its otherworldly purple haze filled her field of view while infinity reflected off its beating core.

Around her, the tentacles closed into a blanket, like fingers of a million hands entwining to shelter her from a cruel and uncaring universe. Comforting and shielding her with the promise that no harm would come to her in this place. A few feelers remained within, giving company to her own hands, and tenderly stroked her cheeks, arms, and legs.

“Rest now. You will soon begin to see the change. Be patient, and you will have all you ever desired.”

A blanket of sleepiness settled over Esperanza, and she soon sank into a relaxing slumber. Hours later her alarm woke her again, but today something was different. Not only had the nightly encounter refreshed her like before, but the pure arousal from the entity’s gentle embrace had also survived into the daylight.

The being’s call for patience lingered while her arousal warred for her attention.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

More and more of the thing's tentacles and feelers moved around her. It would protect her. She felt her feet leave the ground, as it lifted her into its embrace. The touch was gentle, supportive, the contact smoother than the finest satin. She lay on a bed of it, as other tendrils touched her, tenderly, softly, erotically. It covered her, every inch of her was in touch with it but she felt free, still.

She moved closer, which was not quite right. It was moving her, and it was moving her through itself, closer to its core. The light grew more intense, the touch more arousing.

The whole thing seemed to be vibrating. It was massaging her and seducing her, like no man ever had. Like no man had ever wanted to. It told her to rest. To be patient.

She woke up. Her alarm bleating. Her body was hot, damp with sweat, trembling with arousal. She touched herself, just a little. A little was all it took. She had never cum without porn before, and it felt strangely clean. There was no shame, no guilt. When she sat up, she saw herself in the mirror, and she didn't hate what she saw. She was still too big, but she wasn't hideous. She was no monster.

"Thank you," she said, addressing the words to the mirror. She laughed. Well, her dreams had started when the mirror came, so it only made sense.

She went to the gym, pushed herself, an extra set, a few extra klicks on the treadmill.

She went to work. Somebody teased her that she was coming out of her shell, because she actually started a conversation.

She went home, eager to go to bed again. When she slipped between the covers and closed her eyes, she was naked.

 

[Baelnorn]

Omphalos savored the drips of raw lust filtering through the connection while Esperanza fingered herself to a rapid and explosive morning climax. Her kind’s taste was different, with a somewhat rougher texture than the other sources in the garden, but it liked the result very much regardless. This world, should the grand design succeed, would make an excellent addition to the collection.

The entity observed her renewed vigor with great satisfaction. And while it couldn’t afford to invest this level of energy and direct care into every single human, the gains it calculated from nurturing Esperanza to perfection still promised to be more than worth the effort.

When she finally went to bed at night, Omphalos curiously observed that today she had not only skipped the porn but also her nightwear.

After Esperanza fell asleep, Omphalos observed her silently for a long moment, sketching out the way her body would change, develop, improve in the near future. The entity invoked the connection, and pulled her into its mindscape once again, almost as eager as she was to see what would happen next.

She found herself standing there just like she lay in bed, completely naked. Behind her, the creature was already waiting for her, its body and tentacles swaying in ethereal currents.

“Welcome back, Esperanza.”

The expression reflected off nonexisting walls around them, resounding in a harmonic echo. The being’s voice had barely faded, when it began to unfurl its form, releasing a bloom of feelers that folded down before her in an offering. An offering like a banquet, ripe for the taking if one dared to reach out for it.

It was similar to how they had enclosed her the night before, but now the choice was fully hers. The feelers and tentacles appeared in many different shapes and sizes, some a little more suggestive than others.

Some were delicate and soft enough to slowly tease her sensitive spots into madness, others were strong enough to hold her by her wrists and ankles with frightening ease, others yet further out seemed to hold the power to shatter continents.

“You came with a request tonight, did you not?”​

The entity forged the question not as an accusation, but rather as something more akin to a curious inquiry. Perhaps even a risque challenge, a dare to voice her true desires and see what happens after. It was interested what she wanted, because shedding her clothing had not been an accident.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Esperanza's eyes opened. She smiled, relieved that she was here. How strange that her safe place turned out to be this surreal dreamscape, with this otherworldly being. Figures she would finally meet someone who understood her and he would be an extradimensional thing that she barely comprehended. She had the feeling she only comprehended it because it had turned itself way down to fit into her ability to understand.

"Thank you," she whispered, when it welcomed her back.

She didn't exactly move to it, she didn't know how, because it surrounded her. How do you move towards the universe? But she succumbed to its gravity. That was the best way she could think of it. And as it wrapped her in its teasing, tenderly touching tentacles, she succumbed to that, too. Her body opened, inviting it to enter her.

Then it asked if she had come with a request. She froze.

"I... I want to be... I want to be beautiful," she whispered. "I want men to want me. I want to be with a... a man."

Please don't be offended, she thought.

 

[Baelnorn]

Omphalos absorbed the waves of arousal emanating from Esperanza as she sank into his embrace, and drank the heat and scent of her core as her body opened in invitation. The entity’s appendages gently curled around her body, caressing her, teasing her, entombing her in a cocoon of comfort and pleasure without touching any of her really sensitive spots yet.

The entity listened to her whispered plea, a statement ending not with a question or demand.

“Do not worry. You will be, all of it. You only need to be patient and trust me, completely.”

Tenderly the stronger tentacles eased around her wrists, ankles, and knees, and almost imperceptibly slowly adjusted her position. They guided her hands to above her head, and her legs further appart, never exerting pressure themselves but easily following up when Esperanza moved her arms and legs in the right direction.

“But for now, if you want, I can show you a glimpse of the pleasure waiting for you.”

Like in that weird animation from years ago showing a sphere turning inside out, the tips of several feelers began twisting and morphing, changing into something else. At the apex of their transformation Esperanza saw a bloom of impossibly thin threads emerge, resembling the fist-sized heads of fine make-up brushes.

With inhuman tenderness Omphalos touched her, painting her skin with pleasure. Cheeks, throat, arms, belly, and the inside of her legs, the brush tips teased and tickled and tormented the woman in equal measure, yet the mercy of a climax was denied to her in the moment.

The glow of the entity’s core intensified – pulsing, throbbing like a beating heart. And with it, other forms of feelers began touching her. Firmer, warmer, shapes dragged and nudged playfully against her skin, pulsing and throbbing in perfect sync with the core.

“Esperanza, do you also want to be with me?”​

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Esperanza was enveloped in sensation, wrapped in its appendages, nearly smothered, but even with its physical presence pressing against her nose and mouth, she found herself able to breathe unobstructed. And while it was everywhere, it was not passively covering her. It was moving constantly, exploring her body with shifts of pressure, friction, texture, and it firmly moved her limbs where it wanted them.

It encountered no resistance from her. Nothing was like this. Nothing ever would be like this. It was as if she had fallen into the embrace of... it was on the scale of a Lovecraftian elder god, but it was horny and tender instead of shattering her brain. All it asked for was patience, trust.

"Yes," she whispered, promising it those things.

It offered a glimpse of the pleasure waiting for you.

She laughed. "More than this?" she asked, her body writhing in its embrace. "I don't know how much more I can handle."

She laughed again when it asked if she also wanted to be with it.

"Of course," she moaned. "This is amazing."

 

[Baelnorn]

Esperanza had barely finished her last moan when the impossibly soft and voluminous feeler brushes finally descended upon her nipples. Enshrouding them with their volume the transformed appendages inflicted a whole new level of delightful pleasure and torment upon her and her body.

Millions of miniscule fibers came together, working in concert to stimulated her hardened nubs beyond imagination, and teasing and rubbing and tugging on them without mercy as the brushes moved and swirled.

“Then give yourself to me…”

The stronger tentacles around her arms and legs stiffened, securing her in place with her legs spread open and her arms above her head, leaving her open and vulnerable, while something else moved between her thighs.

It was warm, almost hot, but not hot enough to hurt or cause discomfort. It was hard and unyielding, but at the same time fleshy and soft, and draped itself along her inner thighs. It’s skin felt alive, patterned with a veiny texture that throbbed and twitched along the eldritch heartbeat of the entity’s core.

When the appendage finally reached the apex of her legs it slowly dragged along Esperanza’s slit, gently probing the length of her opening without penetrating it. The feeler softly rubbed back and forth, sliding over and in between her lips, picking up her wetness as it moved in a seemingly random pattern for several endless moments, before settling its bulbous head right at her entrance.

“…and surrender.”

Omphalos nudged his tentacle forward, probing insistently against the weak resistance of her folds. Slowly, but inevitably like a stellar core collapse, it pushed on, sliding its appendage into her hot center, stretching and filling her. Inside, it rested its member, giving her the time and chance to adjust to the intruder, and allowing her to feel the heat and rhythm of its core.

Then, after a moment’s respite, the entity withdrew again before pushing forward once more, starting to fuck Esperanza in a slow and steady cadence.

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Esperanza moaned as the thing went to work on her nipples. Sure, she had played with her nipples before. She had even licked them and sucked them a few times. It was nice, of course, but it wasn't like this. This thing played with her with constantly evolving pressure, texture, pace and focus. One moment it was smooth, soft, gentle and general, like a palm covering her breast, the next it was light and targeted, like a feather tickling, and the next a sharp, precise pinch, like teeth. It never let up.

"Yes!" she moaned, when it asked her... told her... to give herself to it. She really thought she already had, but if it needed confirmation, she would fill out the necessary paperwork.

Paperwork. She imagined herself in the office, actually filling out paperwork while this erotic assault on her senses was happening. It was a delicious vision. Of course, she imagined a thinner, prettier version of herself.

Then she was taken out of her fantasy, and pulled back into... well... whatever this was. Rationally, she knew this being was a fantasy. Such things didn't exist. But this did exist. It was not a dream. She felt that truth on a deep level, regardless of facts. The thing pressed between her legs, attacking her clit and her labia with the same intensity as it had her nipples.

She was exploding, orgasming like she had never imagined possible. It was more than just cumming. It was transformative. Every meager little O she had fingered or toyed herself to was a monkey setting a rock on top of another rock, and this was an architectural achievement beyond her capacity to understand.

"I surrender!" she howled.

And then it was in her. It entered her pussy, filling her, the relentless shift of stimulation continuing. It pushed deep enough to hurt, just a little, and then it pulled back, just a little. And it felt like it was inside her more than just physically. Pleasure seemed to overwhelm her. She exploded.

 

[Baelnorn]

A delicious stream of excitement and lust flowed off of Esperanza’s ongoing and repeated orgasms, like a cascading avalanche racing down a mountain side. Omphalos devoured every single drop of it while she thrashed and struggled in its grasp, howling in ecstasy and overwhelmed by the pleasure inflicted upon her form.

But after only a few minutes the entity pulled back and slowed down. While it greatly enjoyed the harvest and longed for more, there was no use in breaking the flower when she was still maturing. Perhaps in the future it would explore how far these humans could be pushed, explore the full extend of their capacity for pleasure, but for now this delightful appetizer sated the entity’s curiosity.

Omphalos’s shapeless voice purred again.

“You did exceptionally well, Esperanza. I am proud of you.”

The pulsing member vacated her pussy with a barely audible squelching sound, and the feeler brushes withdrew from her chest, finally giving her poor abused nipples a well deserved rest. The stiffened tentacles around her arms and legs softened and loosened, setting her free again.

The entity carefully held her quivering form, observing the exhausted woman in her post-orgasmic bliss. Feelers tenderly caressed and soothed her body, gently massaging her muscles into total relaxation.

“Rest for now and recover your strength.”

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Esperanza woke, still breathless from her dream. It was a dream, she thought. It had to be. It was only 3 am, and instinctively, she reached down, between her thighs. Her hand reached for her phone, but as the light of the screen bathed the room, she realized...

She didn't want to masturbate. She didn't want to look at porn. She had found something better. She was satisfied, in a way nothing she had ever felt could compare to. She lay back in the bed, her phone on teh nightstand, looking up into the darkness.

Rest, it had told her. Miraculously, she did.

Esperanza woke again at 6, when her alarm went off. She got up, feeling refreshed. She had breakfast, and when she was finished, she saw herself in the mirror. She was still naked, which made her blush. Not that anyone could see in, but she had been wandering around her apartment naked and not thought to cover up. That just wasn't her. She always covered herself, because she was hideous.

Except, she wasn't. She was thick, to be sure, but there was definitely more definition to her waist now. Her butt, which had always been big, now had a nice, firm roundness. She had been working out, pretty steadily, but she hadn't ever really noticed the results, and now it was like it was all hitting at once. Even her tits seemed fuller.

A strange sensation, of atrophied muscles struggling to activity after long disuse made her look at her face. She was smiling. She actually laughed. Then she got dressed. Her clothes seemed to fit differently. She actually thought about wearing something with a neckline that wouldn't have been suitable for a nun's habit. Or a skirt that didn't reach her knees. Not that she had any clothes like that, but why not?

She wasn't exactly rolling in money on her librarian's salary, but she lived frugally. She could afford to get herself something nice. Without any shame or guilt at all, she placed the order before she even went to the gym.

The package was waiting for her when she got home after work, and she went up to try it on. Not that it would change anything outwardly. What she had ordered was a sheer, black babydoll nightie, with matching thong panties. She put it on, she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt sexy.

She hopped into bed without eating dinner. She wanted to know what It would think. It didn't cross her mind that she wouldn't see it. Or that it wouldn't see what she was wearing for it.

 

[Baelnorn]

The entity lurked at the fringes of Esperanza’s consciousness, hidden away like a tiny spider in the far corner of a room, carefully observing her emotions and actions. It was satisfied to see her confidence prosper and grow alongside the beginning improvements to her form, and the spark of joy and pride she felt while reevaluating her own attractiveness tasted almost as good as her unbridled lust from hours before.

This was a decidedly promising development. A flower is of little use if she doesn’t spread her pollen, and shaping Esperanza to not only become a manifestation of her species’ beauty and lust, but also a beacon of temptation and sensual desires was paramount for her to become a strong vector.

Over the course of her day, Omphalos tracked and cataloged the myriad humans Esperanza interacted with in one way or another. It observed every gesture, every glance, every whisper they thought imperceptible. And it found the perception of others to shift, ever so slightly. It wasn’t much yet, and it were only a select few individuals, but the changes in her form and mood did not go unnoticed.

One of them stood out in particular, a male colleague of her called Dominic. Older than Esperanza by two decades, with brown hair on the verge of turning gray and a perpetual stubble on his chin. His body and pose still carried the fond memories of some kind of sport in his younger years, but obligation, schedule, and habit had softened him a little. He seemed to have taken note of her aspirations, and offered congratulations and encouragement to her when she brought new books to the digital archives room.

The evening seemed also promising, given that Esperanza was preparing herself specifically for the entity. Omphalos curiously studied the sheer fabric, the way it fell over her body without offering much of cover or protection, but seemed to veil just enough of her skin to promise an undiscovered treasure to a daring explorer.

The videos she had watched some days ago showed some women wearing similar wardrobe. Omphalos was no stranger to the species in his care using various attires, fabrics, and ornaments as part of their mating rituals and customs, and this sheer piece that hides nothing but still technically covers the body is one aspect of the humans’ sexual rites. There was probably much, much more to explore and discover if humanity was remotely as diverse and creative as some other species in the garden.

Esperanza going to bed again without an evening meal, unlike what it had observed before, offered a sliver of concern. While Omphalos understood her motivation and drive to accelerate the changes in her form as much as possible, it would be no good if she neglected her nourishment in pursuit of that goal. Listening to her breath slowing down and turning flatter and more relaxed, the entity once more composed its mindscape for her.

“Hello Esperanza.”

The purple haze descended upon her once again, casting her in the creature’s eerie otherworldly glow. She appeared wearing her babydoll nightie and thong, the sheer fabric teasing her skin wherever it touched, little more than a gentle breeze revealing what awaits underneath.

“You look lovely in that attire. I appreciate the effort.”

Omphalos floated closer to the ground, spreading its tentacles and feelers out like a never-ending unfathomable ocean of eldritch flesh and unreal color.

“How did you feel after last night?”

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

Esperanza shivered with anticipation as she felt It coming towards her. She grinned at the purple haze that seemed to envelop her as it approached.

"Hello," she whispered.

It complimented her, and she twirled, showing off the outfit. Then she giggled, like a silly girl with a crush. Which she supposed she was, except she had a crush on a cosmic creature beyond comprehension that seemed intent on making her dreams a mind-bending, orgasmic playground. It was also silly, because she didn't imagine it needed her to turn to see different angles. It had no face, no eyes, and she had no possible way of knowing where it was looking at her from, if it wasn't simply omniscient it her dream.

But she twirled again, because it appreciated her effort.

"I feel good," she said quickly. Too quickly. She shook her head. "No... better than good."

"I think I might be feeling happy," she said. She wasn't sure. She hadn't had much experience with happiness, so it was possible she was misinterpreting her feelings. She might just behaving some sort of breakdown. "I think."

"Do you... um... have a name?" she asked, and blushed. She wasn't quite sure what last night had been, but she was pretty sure it was the cosmic-dream-entity equivalent of fucking. And she had fucked him without even knowing his name. It was distressing, but also sort of amazing. She was still a virgin, technically. She thought so, anyway. But now she was starting to think maybe being a nice girl wasn't the right goal at all.

She thought about Dominic at work. He had treated her a little differently. It was hard to know for sure, but he had never really spoken to her before, unless it was strictly about work. She wondered if he wanted her. She shivered with excitement.

"I think... I think a man at work was... maybe.... being nice to me," she told it. "I think he might... um... want something."

 

[Baelnorn]

Omphalos purred when she moved to show herself and her chosen dress off, and twirled around together with her. Reality seemed to flow and bend along with it, twisting into a brief silly vortex of happiness and joy. The moment passed, and space evened out again.

“Good. I am glad you are doing well.”

Then she asked the entity for its name. It had expected the question much earlier, perhaps as her first question at all, but wasn’t exactly upset about the recent order of events.

“I have many different names on many different worlds in my garden. Some are abstract terms, describing me as a concept or idea. Some borrow from mythology, describing me as an aspect of divinity. Some call me by my chosen moniker – Omphalos. All of them are spoken in reverence and pleasure. You may chose whatever suits you best, I will not be offended.”

Then she talked about the man at work, and the entity noted with great satisfaction that she had noticed him as well.

“You do not need to be ashamed or shy about Dominic’s remarks. His compliments suit you well, and he may begin to desire you. But you need to be honest, with me, with yourself, and with him. Do you wish for his attention? Do you wish for him to some day take you to bed and ravage you? Or does that thought make you uncomfortable? Would you wish for someone else to be first?”

Omphalos gathered its tentacles and slowly floated around Esperanza, its attention still centered on her voluptuous form which shone under its glow like a beacon in the night.

“Before you answer, listen carefully. Despite what you may think it matters greatly, because while I can bestow upon you pleasures beyond mortal ken, none of it is real. What we share in here is ephemeral, figments of our shared imaginations that leave nothing but memories behind. Here you will never feel the slapping of skin on skin, the heat of sweating bodies moving against each other, labored breaths tickling your neck, or your lovers’ fluids filling your orifices.”

The entity’s glow wavered a bit, like a candle’s flame flickering in a gentle evening breeze.

“I will not suggest stopping our encounters here. There are still so many things I must show you and bestow upon you, in order to help you explore your own desires, wants, and needs. I would be an ill caretaker if I wouldn’t prepare you for what you’ll encounter while awake. But that is where your pleasure and lust will truly shine – in the waking world, with Dominic and others.”

 

[fellatrixlestrange]

It talked about names and worlds and gardens, most of which was just bizarre. The whole thing was so strange, but if it was all just a dream - and what else could it be, really? then why was she imagining something like that. Then it gave it's name, and it was strange. Not exactly alien, but foreign sounding. Latin, maybe? Or Greek? She would look it up later, see if it meant anything.

What she noticed tonight was Omphalos's restraint. It was not holding her and opening her and teasing her the way it had. It was... waiting? For a sign from her maybe? Or... maybe it knew how overpowering it was. It was actually trying to talk to her.

It's question was reasonable. Did she want Dominic?

He wasn't exactly a Timothee Chalamet. He was probably old enough to be her dad, with a full on dad bod, going grey, and he worked in the digital archives. Somehow, though, she found herself nodding. The thought of Dominic ravaging her made her squirm with arousal.

Had he really been interested? She couldn't remember what he had said exactly, just that he seemed to notice she'd been working out. It had been enough, she realized. She was so starved for male attention that his notice had been enough to make her to want him.

And Omphalos seemed... eager wasn't the right word. But pleased. It... wanted her to do this, she thought. Why else would it highlight that what they did wasn't real? Why would it say she would truly shine with Dominic.

And others.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want him. I want someone. It could be him, or anyone, but I like him. i want to taste him."

 

[Baelnorn]

“Good. And you will taste him, take him, ride him. And he will taste you, take you, mount you.”

A series of subtle waves ran through the entity’s tentacles, making them ripple and flow like the ever-changing lines and loops in a kaleidoscope.

“But there is still much for you to experience, discover, and learn, Esperanza, before you are ready to venture forth and take what is rightfully yours. I remember the videos you watched not too long ago. Is that something you want to experience for yourself, or merely a fantasy you enjoy watching for other women? You can trust me with the truth, and there is no shame in naming your vices.”

To emphasize what it meant, Omphalos changed the mindscape. The smooth featureless ground began to ripple and bubble a few meters in front of Esperanza, morphing and shaping itself into what looks to be a soft purple pillow, perfectly sized and cushioned for her to kneel on.

“Or do you have some other fantasies you wish to explore? If you do, remember that I am watching you. You can simply show me what you want to experience and I shall give you that which you crave, as much as such is possible within here.”

Omphalos hoped that this last suggestion he proposed would encourage Esperanza to seek stimulation and inspiration also in the waking world again. The sliver of content it had seen in those few instances hinted at a much larger trove to explore and exploit, and it was eager to learn more.