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peacockstop2024-10-15 09:00 pm
TDM 06
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MAIN LOBBY
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All the while it doesn't stop its ministrations. Carefully teasing that tight ring of muscle between Fuuta's cleft — ensuring that bit by bit he loosens up. After all, with such pathetic protests that were easily mollified, how could these two not be perfect little seed beds? Warm, soft hosts meant for catch-and-release breeding. So the tip of a tapered tentacle gently prods at his ass as two textured tendrils find Fuuta's pert nipples. Gently rubbing them and pulling away so he can feel the cool air of the nest briefly before they return again to tease once more.
Fuuta will hear another noise from Rin. This time a muffled moan as one of the warm, wet limbs finds the sensitive nub of her clit and slides against it. At first simply to part her lower lips, but when the creature elicits another pleased noise from her the second time it begins targeting that spot in earnest. Rin squirms, and the tentacle at her mouth pulls away. Instead it coils itself messily in her hair to hold her head back. To perfectly position her to watch Fuuta as the monster gets fed up and tears his bottoms off. Bursting the fabric at the seams and eagerly discarding it.]
Fuuta...
[When she calls to him her voice is thick and heady, just like the atmosphere of this tentacle pit.]
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[ He'd been blearily tracking the movements of the tentacles around him, squinting at the gleaming lengths through the murky lighting, but Fuuta whips his head around the moment he catches a glimpse of her. Of course, he earns another gently thrust down his throat in admonishment, the tentacles feeding him an extra glob of that calming slime to ensure he won't be causing a fuss; Fuuta ends up gagging, choking that dose down, and it's only when his body goes further boneless with a hard shudder that the tentacle deems him sufficiently pacified and withdraws from his mouth. ]
Nnh, Rin -- you're okay? You're okay. [ Embarrassingly, he sounds a bit like he's going to cry. Not helped by the squeeze of tentacles at his chest making his voice waver. Fuuta has to fight back a sharp whine when they pinch at his nipples, his whole body going taut in the tentacles' grasp before he goes slack at their release. ] You should've -- said something sooner. I really thought ... you got eaten or something. Seriously ...
[ Aah, god, his head's a mess.
His thoughts feel fuzzy, his focus pulled in a half-dozen different directions at once -- to the caressing of his chest, to the squeezing at his limbs, to the prodding at his ass, to the sight of that tentacle lewdly sliding itself between Rin's lower lips, teasing, tantalizing, but not slipping in just yet. He'd been staring for a moment, slack-jawed and drooling from the heady sensation making his words peter off, and it's only when he feels his pants being shredded that Fuuta jolts in the tentacles' grasp. ]
Wait -- don't look. [ How hypocritical, when he can't tear his own eyes away from the sight of Rin slowly being worked loose and open. Too little and too late, he haplessly tries to hide himself, squirming weakly in the tentacles' grasp. They grip at him all the more firmly in response, and Fuuta whines in protest as his mouth is filled once more. ] 'on't ...
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Slimy, spiraling, they keep firm hold of both Rin and Fuuta's limbs. The one resisting the most, Fuuta, is more tightly bound. Keeping him bare and spread eagle as each slick tendril holds his arms, legs, his tail out of the way so it has access to his entrance. On Rin, however, the hold is soft. Making sure to rub and massage her flesh, yes, but allowing her to move and lean over Fuuta. After all, she's more willing - more compliant - when allowed to see him. Touch him.
And touch him she does. She shoes away the tentacle in his mouth for now, and gazes longingly at him in this dimly lit nest. He may only be able to see her features vaguely depending on his vision in this darkness, but she can see him clearly with her reinforced eyesight.]
No, if it's going to be like this we should both look. Watch me, too.
[She takes his face in her hands, covered in the mucosal fluid, to steady his face and kiss him. Her tongue pushing its way into his mouth and paying no mind to his teeth. No, she's compelled to kiss and suck at what that monster left in his mouth. Sharing in that aphrodisiac that sets her nerves ablaze and sparks enough desire in her that she willingly rolls her hips to chase that sweet friction against the tentacle between her legs.]
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[ It's not like he really doesn't want to see. A guilty and hungry part of him does want to see, of course. Though it's probably not as sharp as Rin's night vision, Fuuta's transformation has granted him some level of ability to see in the dark, and his gaze flits guilty from Rin's face, then away, then back again as she approach. He's so painfully conscious of the tendrils still wound around her body, the layer of slime glistening upon her pale skin, the flush of her cheeks -- conscious of how hot it all looks -- and Fuuta tries to look away when Rin first leans in.
Not that he resists for long, though.
Already worked up by the tentacles' diligent ministrations, Fuuta crumbles the moment Rin's lips meet his. Whatever meager fight he'd been putting up melts away in an instant, giving way to a needy whine and a surge forth as he tries to kiss her back, tongue coiling hungrily against her own and sharp teeth trying to nip at her lip. Distracted by the intoxicating sensory feedback of that kiss, Fuuta's resistance against the tentacles' tugging and rubbing wavers, and of course, they aren't about to let that chance slip by.
Fuuta abruptly gives a hard jolt, and Rin might feel a harder nip against her tongue accompanied by a choked whimper. And if she looks down, she might spot the way one of those tentacles has started easing its way into Fuuta's body ... under the dripping, flushed shape of his two hemipenes, where they jut stiffly into the air. Of course, the tentacles are eager to take their share of both of them, the one rubbing against Rin's folds also redoubling its efforts, and Fuuta squirms in abject embarrassment as the one inside him matches those diligent movements. ]
This is so fucked up ...
[ He mumbles that complaint between ragged breaths, but his delivery lacks its usual bite. Fuuta can't muster the breath to sound properly vitriolic when he can see, can hear the way that tentacle rubs itself against Rin's pussy, trailing viscous strings of that lubricating slime as it teases against her entrance. Threatening to push in, but gliding past to feather over her clit instead, then back, then forward once more. ]
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Yeah, but it could be worse, right? Unless it tries to eat us... I think this might be our safest be—
["Bet," is all but lost as her voice is lost to a drawn out moan. Each time the slippery limb rubbing between her legs teases at her core, Rin tilts her hips and tries to push back on it. Fuuta will see how even she tries to fuck herself on the tip, but each time she's denied. Instead finding friction more forward to her clit once more. It makes her ache. Her body yearning to feel that sweet relief of penetration. To indulge in the way it would spread out her muscles and fill her oh-so-solidly.
Rin, too, gets a taste of the creature's 'help'. The same inky-black tendril that filled Fuuta's mouth darts in Rin's when she lets her jaw hang open in from her moan. Quickly the inside of her mouth and throat is coated in the stuff. A small complaint in the form of gurgling rises in her throat, but it doesn't last for long. Eventually she swallows, willingly, while their lustful "caretaker" increases its attentions on Fuuta.
Like slithering snakes two tendrils slink and sway down toward his torso. As each gentle push into his ass inches more of the large tentacle inside him, the two limbs above his torso split like a blossoming flower. Four petals split on each revealing a a small throat-like hole. Sticky liquid drools from each. Falling to Fuuta's chest and splattering wet. Then, suddenly, in a violent motion they strike. The split petals are padded with fleshy nubs that massage the surrounding area of his nipples. At the same time those throaty tubes seal around the center of those pink peaks. The suction doesn't start immediately. Instead the monster lets its rolling, slimy nodules caress and tease the surrounding areola.
What lovely little seedbeds they'll both make, but first it needs them to want it. There's no point in laying eggs if they'll just be rejected by the breeding stock.]
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It's not like he's really into tentacle stuff. It's just -- any guy would be aroused by this sort of situation, right? It's not like he's messed up for this?
Anyway, he doesn't have the mental bandwidth to fret over that for long. ]
Huh -- wha -- [ Fuuta freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights when those tentacles split before him, his thoughts whirring sluggishly through a quagmire of pleasure. The drizzle of fluid earns a shake of the head and a little squirm. ] -- don't -- [ Then comes the strike. ] -- aah, don't!
[ Oh god. It's gotta be the fault of whatever that fluid was, but his chest feels so sensitive it's almost painful. Just the roll of those flushy nubs over his chest has Fuuta giving a startled scream as his back arches, hips jerking forth. They don't just stop with that, either. Those tantalizing movements continue, rolling that tactile sensation over his nipples in time with that tentacle shifting inside him, shallowly easing just in past his entrance before almost backing out. A maddening cocktail of sensations spilling through his nerves, with the looming threat that things will probably only escalate from here.
Fuuta's docile obedience rapidly gives way to wanton squirming as he jolts and squirms and whines from the assault on his senses. And made honest in this overtaxed state, he isn't thinking at all when his tail slips out of the tentacles' grasp, snaking forward to entwine around whatever of Rin that he can reach, circling around her ankle in a needy grip. ]
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It really likes you, doesn't it? That's okay. I'd pick you too.
[Tohsaka leans in to kiss him again. To feel his uneven teeth dig roughly into her. To swallow those pathetic whines and eat up his pitiful desperation. Because he's cute. Because even beyond the haze of lust and desire, she's glad he's here. She's glad he's not alone, and she's glad it's him. He wouldn't dare tell another soul, and for that she can at least be a bit more calm about this. She can at least take comfort in the fact that they won't be eaten, and rather than stressing about the rest she can just be.
So while the tentacles between her legs continue to tease her, they also begin prodding between her cheeks. Pressing into that tight back door while it continues teasing and denying her front. There's no protest mounted by Rin. Merely frustration with the teasing and a guttural moan that draws out into her kiss with Fuuta as the creature sinks slowly into her ass. All the while she reaches — her hand groping around to either press on his abdomen and feel how the monster fills him, or to take hold of one of those mesmerizing new cocks Fuuta has.
As if the bombardment of sensation wasn't enough, the poor redhead will have to continue to have his nerves fraying. The tendrils latched onto his nipples begin suckling the moment the creature tests pushing deeper into his ass. Seeking a spot sure to keep its offspring from spilling out, but also provide a pleasant pressure for the host. Because if those lovely little seedbeds are too consumed with pleasure, they won't have the wherewithal to address the horrors.]
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Is now really the time t -- [ The urge to yap give Fuuta momentary clarity of mind, but only barely. He has to swallow back the noises rising from the back of his throat, taking a ragged gasp before he can continue. ] -- to -- to go on about that ... popularity thing you think I -- nngh ...
[ Probably for the best that Rin kisses him then, forcing him to swallow back the next words lingering on his tongue. And by the time their lips part to give him room to breathe, his thoughts have once more scattered so thin that he can't really string words together any more.
It's like the creature is taking a strategic approach to this, those tentacles at his chest suckling at his nipples until his entire body's pulled taut as a bowstring, muscles tensed so hard that he's shaking. And the moment that the suction eases off and he goes slack in response, the strength draining completely from him, the tentacle in his ass takes the chance to dig a little deeper inside him. Then back to that maddening stimulation to his chest, back and forth, until that thick tendril is crammed so deep inside that his entrails feel cramped; Fuuta finds himself gasping for air when the tentacles at his chest next lay off, drool stringing from his lips as that pressure swells a little deeper. Deep enough that Rin might feel the faintest stir of movement beneath her palm when she brushes her hand across his stomach, a little preview of what awaits her as well, with that tendril in her ass also slowly easing its way inwards. ]
H -- [ It's with great effort that Fuuta abruptly chokes out between moans. ] -- hand. Your hand.
[ Not a request, but a demand. The moment Rin moves her hand at all, Fuuta grabs at it with clammy desperation. The other can stay around his cocks, providing a comforting distraction when he reflexively bucks his hips, but the one hand he's grabbed, he refuses to let go. It's the only thing keeping him sane as he endures another round of overstimulation from the tentacles at his chest. ]
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This — it's a first for me. I don't... I don't think I hate it?
[While Tohsaka typically prefers to keep as quiet as possible during sex, Rin finds herself unable to shut up in this situation. Whether it's the liquid lowering her inhibitions, or perhaps finally easing off some control, but either way the words fall from her parted lips in shuddering breathes. Oh, or maybe it's the moans? Maybe if she doesn't talk she'd merely be squirming and squealing more than Fuuta himself?
It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she meant she's never had her ass played with before, not the tentacles. Yet Tohsaka doesn't have the wherewithal to explain that. Instead her attention flits about — unable to stick to one thing for very long. The hand that Fuuta does not take hold of instead holds him: struggling to keep both his cocks in one grip. In order to make it even half-work she only has three fingers on the underside of one erection, her index finger sandwiched between the two, and her thumb pressing in on the topside of the second length. It's even more difficult when his hips jerk up involuntarily, but in her state she doesn't find it annoying.
On the contrary: she's fascinated, and lamenting that their current situation has her too distracted to properly examine and indulge in his new body. Similarly how their captor indulges in them. Rin aches for it. As if watching the bulging flesh of Fuuta's stomach — heralding her own fate — isn't enough. And yet she still moans, voice thick with lust, when Fuuta's voice gasps in a couple octaves too high as his delicate nipples are tormented yet again.
Her mind feels fried. Agonized between the delight of watching her precious friend and his delightful undoing, and the yearning to push away all the tentacles and become the source of his unraveling herself.]
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It's Rin's moans that end up doing the trick.
His visible eye widens in surprise at the first syrupy noise that falls from her lips. He doesn't stand a chance when it's followed by the squeeze of narrow fingers around his two cocks. Drunk on overstimulation and the tentacle's fluids, he doesn't have the strength to jolt with climax, Fuuta only stiffens and shudders, a low whimper escaping him as he comes, his release coming in halting strings that spill over Rin's hand. And even that saps what little energy he has left; Fuuta slumps against the tentacles' grip, his words barely coherent when he slurs, ]
You ... you never -- made noises like that. Before. With me.
[ Fucking figures that he'd waste his breath complaining even in a situation like this.
At his he's promptly punished(?) for it. The way he's gone completely slack hasn't escaped the tentacle beast's noise, and Fuuta squirms as he feels the tentacle in his ass ... bloom. Seeming to anchor itself firmly within him within digging in any further. ]
Ah -- wha -- [ A sharp eye might spot the conspicuous bulge traveling up the tentacle lodged inside him. Fuuta, of course, is too frazzled to notice such a thing, and so he can only shiver and twitch as he feels that round, heavy shape push relentlessly past his entrance, traveling up the length of the tentacle to come to rest deep inside him. ] -- ngh! S-something -- something's inside -- ! [ Too bad. That was just the first of multiple eggs to be planted within him, now that he's been made a perfectly pliable and docile nesting spot. At least all of his shuddering and squirming will serve as some warning for Rin as to what's up for her, next. ]
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[In this state she doesn't think twice about accusing him of being a pillow princess. Though that's not the entirety of what she's saying. Instead she means that being in control means she can't quite allow herself to be as lost in the pleasure.
As it is, Rin is fascinated by the way the creature spreads and seeds him. Planting perfectly healthy eggs deep inside him — warm, and safe. As Fuuta's own cum dribbles out of his twin cocks Rin finds herself utterly captivated by the sight of him. White fluid pooling at his tiny belly which gets slowly engorged with each deposit of the monster's young. She leans in as much as the tentacles teasing her will allow, and begins to clean Fuuta's mess off him while simultaneously 'kissing' his swelling abdomen. It seems she's too far gone to care about the horrors that await her, or how horrifying it may be for him.
But is it truly so bad? Especially since each egg comes with a slick coating of mucus that absorbs into his body quickly. Adding a bit of otherworldly euphoria to the sensation of being stuffed full as yet another soft load weighs heavily against his insides. It probably doesn't help that the writhing suckers on Fuuta's chest continue their rumbling tease of his perky nipples.]
Fuck, Fuuta... You're so c—
[Cool? Cute? Whatever it is, she's cut off as the tentacle inside her begins mimicking that same behavior. The moment it splits open to deliver the first egg she gasps, and then moans against Fuuta's lower half as a brief, 'mini-orgasm' jolts through her body before quickly passing.]
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Even Rin's accusation of him not being proactive enough in bed -- something that would normally warrant and indignant sputter and a whole tirade -- mostly goes uncommented on. Because Fuuta's far too occupied just trying to weather what the tentacles are doing to him; the most he can manage is an irate little growl, and even that peters off into a higher-pitched whimper with the next egg that pushes into him, stretching him open wide before that heavy mass pushes deeper into his guts. Each additional bulge that works its way past his entrance is accompanied by a dizzying burst of pleasure, a near-euphoric sensation that threatens to render him insensate, and with those spikes in heat coming closer and closer together, timed in unison with the suction at his chest, it's just a matter of time before he's pushed over the edge again.
Fuuta hasn't quite recovered from his previous orgasm. But the teasing drag of Rin's tongue over the stretched, straining skin of his stomach, accompanied by one final flurry of eggs shoving into his guts, earns a hard jolt as he shudders in dry orgasm, his hand grasping so hard at Rin's that it must ache a little. ]
Ngh -- ah -- ... no more ... I don' wanna come any more ...
[ The mumble comes barely coherent, rasped out in between shallow breaths, and Fuuta whimpers as the tentacle seated inside his body shifts. It belches out one final glut of that slime deep inside him, soothing his anxieties with a fresh bloom of calming pleasure before starting to withdraw; his belly remains swollen with eggs, but his entrance relinquishes that invading presence with a lurid pop of suction as the tentacle retreats.
It promptly turns its 'head' towards Rin, of course, as if assessing how things are going with its other target. One subject filled to the brim with eggs is fine and all, but it didn't take hold of two subjects just for the fun if it; it slithers closer to Rin, rubbing its pointed tip over Rin's swelling stomach, as if to check if its contribution is also necessary to make sure Rin is made just as 'productive' as Fuuta has been thus far. ]
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Rin tries squeezing back, but Fuuta's hold on her makes that hand weak. Instead her hazy blue eyes look to his face. Taking in his vulnerable exhaustion and drinking in the way he's absolutely spent. The only thing that could ever make Fuuta look more precious than he is now is if she had been the one to wear him out personally.
Dark lashes flutter, and Tohsaka's eyes roll back in her head as the appendage inside her pushes in just a little deeper to make more room as it begins depositing more slime and eggs while it slowly retreats.]
Fuck, [She gasps into her palm — the moment her voice leaves her the tentacle between her legs starts thrumming. The near-vibration-like sensation has her panting heavily as the last remnants of the creature's hopeful breeding completes.
Yet it all stops before she climaxes. The small peak she reached before would have been nothing compared to what had been on the horizon, but once the ovipositor in her ass has finished its job, the slippery tentacles all retreat. It leaves her body yearning despite the undeniable fullness that makes her feel boneless. Only then does she let her hand fall away to speak breathlessly:]
Fuuta?