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TDM 06
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HEADS
TAILS
MAIN LOBBY
BACK HALLWAYS & STAIRS
MONSTER MASH
THE VALE
SMOKED EGG
BALANCE RETURNS
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▶ Go forth and let your freak flag fly!
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His bones feel like jelly, his cock well spent and soft, and his entire body humming with a low buzz. It's a high he can't quite describe. Somewhat like an afterglow, but more... fuzzy-feeling.
At her question, Reign glances back up to the ceiling, noticing the way the tentacle creature seems to be munching on Kiritsubo's dress. The tentacles also gradually begin to retreat, pulling away from them both, though not before giving Kirtsubo a few more loving touch. Which results in Reign slowly sliding onto the ground, ending up on his knees as he drapes his arms over Kiritsubo's shoulders. Not exactly the best position, considering how sticky they both are. ]
Looks like it. I'm free now, but I can't be certain if it'll go after you next. [ Taking note of Kiritsubo's state of undress, Reign removes his jacket and covers her with it, a sheepish look on his face as he gives her an apologetic smile. ] It's not much, but use it for the time being. Let's leave while we can. I'll take care of you once we're safe.
[ Because there's no way he's leaving Kiritsubo unsatisfied after receiving her generous help. ]
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Eventually, the tentacles intent on taking all of Reign’s seed for itself clear her face enough that Kiritsubo can open her eyes again, allowing her to gaze openly in his direction with naked lust. Stoked by the tentacles, she has a last few sighs and whines as the appendages twist themselves around her curves, give one wriggle between her legs, but then…
How bereft she feels.
How bereft she would have felt without that kind offer.
Fingers trembling from the anticipation of climax snatched away at the last minute take the coat she is offered, even though she is shameless enough not to care whether others saw her naked or not. She wraps it around herself more securely, so that she can try to stand, but-]
A- ah, my legs feel like jelly…
[She struggles with it a moment, just for a bit of show, but finally straightens up, giving her “savior” a smile in return.]
Here…
[She offers her arm in case he is shaky, too, an offer of mutual support… so that they might reach “safety”, wherever that was, all the faster. So that,]
I need…
[Once he’s up, once he’s closer, the rest tumbles out in a breathier whisper near his ear,]
A lot of care…
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[ It is terribly rude of the tentacle monster to leave Kiritsubo unsatisfied, so close to achieving her pleasure. One would have expected the creature to be greedy and take hers as well. And thus, Reign has taken it upon himself to take on that role, a repayment for her help.
Reign doesn't wait to check whether the tentacles has decided to leave them alone, or intending to reach out again. Instead, he places the offered arm around his shoulder, then makes to princess carry her smaller fingers as he stands. ]
Of c-course, of course. [ Comes the murmured reply as Reign tries not to shiver when Kiritsubo's warm breath tickle his ear. His own legs are a little unsteady as well, but he forges forth, holding her close to him as he puts some distance between themselves and the creature.
On occasion, he glances down to check on Kiritsubo, concern etched in his expression, before relief gradually seeps in once he comes upon the stairwells. He carefully places her down to sit on the steps, kneeling on one knee, a hand gently cupping her face. ] We're safe now. Tell me, what do you want me to do? [ How does Kiritsubo want him? His fingers? His mouth? His cock? ]
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[Oh... the carry was so princely! Kiritsubo seems grateful for it, if not perhaps a little embarrassed to need it. She is helpful, at least, curling into the embrace to keep her weight centered, an arm half draped over his shoulder for balance, her face tucked into his chest. That last part... perhaps she is hiding the flush on her worked up expression? Or perhaps she simply wants him to feel it- her hot breath against his skin.
When placed own, she seems to half collapse into the sit, presenting a pretty, somewhat helpless picture. All part of the game, the little role she decided might be fun, but... there is hunger in her eyes when she gazes up at him from nuzzling into the palm of his hand, lips half-parted and as of yet so unused.]
Could I...
[As if unconsciously, her legs have already fallen akimbo to allow him closer between her thighs. The slick and sweat that stain her thighs... they would be so much proper with pale seed in streaks upon her skin. But for now... she bites into her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as if recalling. The way the tentacles had felt wriggling deep into her cunt, how easily they had riled her up...]
I want your fingers...
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[ Kiritsubo is indeed very warm when pressed up against Reign, what with her lack of proper clothing now that the tentacle monster had stolen hers away, instead his jacket the only thing covering her.
But now that they're in the relative safely of the stairwell, his gaze roving over Kiritsubo carefully, before returning to her face. His thumb instinctively rubs across her cheek at the nuzzling, waiting for her
instructiondecision. ]Yes...? [ He waits with bated breath, unaware that he has begun to inch closer to Kiritsubo, between her parted legs and almost leaning over her, the warm air between them rife with lust. ]
Of course, anything you want. [ The words are whispered, so close their lips nearly brush. It will be so easy to kiss Kiritsubo, Reign thinks. Instead, he slips his free hand between her thighs, fingers lightly brushing against the slick skin before reaching her core. With how wet Kiritsubo had been, in addition to the monster's slick slime, Reign easily slips two fingers into her pussy and begins to fuck her earnestly. ]
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Ah- !
[When he slips inside she cries out lightly, a metallic rattle echoing up the stairwell as her legs splay out in a kneejerk reaction and a heel (the monster hadn’t stolen her shoes at least) clangs into the stair railing. But she needs it, the brace, for the wanting way she levers up her hips, canting up into the thrust of his fingers in a needy roll, words tumbling out in breathy snatches.]
I was so- Reign, I was so close- please-
[And though she doesn’t kiss him on his lips… she turns her cheek in the cradle of his other hand to kiss at his palm and nip at his thumb, panting hot and fast against his skin as her eyelashes flutter and she pleads for just the little bit more she required to cross the peak the beast had denied her.]
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Yet he does. It's a tenuous dance, they're doing, uncertain as to who will give in first. There's tension, just like the way Reign could feel Kiritsubo's legs tremble with the need for leverage as she rocks against his fingers. He hasn't been with many womenfolk in the resort here, but the few he has been with, he has learned to pick up on cues. What do they like, the sounds they make, the secret spots within the hidden cavern that he knows will feel good for them. For Kiritsubo. ]
I know, I know. I'll get you there. [ It's a rare thing to be on the receiving end of such pleadings, for Kiritsubo to show such wants on her face, the desire in her eyes begging for more. And Reign does give her.
There's a quick intake of breath at the nip to his thumb, and Reign doesn't hesitate to push it into her wet mouth, at the same time inserting a third finger into Kiritsubo. Quick and hard, both thumbs seeking out those tantalising spots. One playing with her tongue, the other rolling against her clit, pressing and rubbing. ] Good girl, Kiri. That's it...
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Lucky her.
She gets one more “please” out in a whimper response to his promise before his thumb is pressing past her lips, past her teeth, rolling over the muscle of her tongue… and she latches on, sucking on the digit just as intently as she’d tended to his cock not moments before. The suction muffles another little cry, heedless of noise or potentially alerting the creature to their location, as he gives her more, more fingers, more “girth”, more speed to match what the beast had been giving her, the wet sound so loud in the stairwell beneath the whimpering tone of Kiritsubo herself as she bucks her hips into the fill, the delicious friction of his thumb against her swollen clit.
She hadn’t been lying or exaggerating how close she’d been when the beast seemingly finished with them. Her pale legs shudder, straining in their makeshift brace. His jacket slips down her shoulders and onto the stairs, exposing the sweat-streaked lines of her body and the way her rocking makes her breasts heave along with their efforts, silver nipple piercing catching the light in a glinting tease. Her eyes flutter closed over flushed cheeks, teeth nipping at the knuckle of his thumb and sucking hard before her lips part again, exposing his now saliva-soaked thumb rolling on her tongue, which curls and extends as her hips quake… and then suddenly crest into a climax of pleasure with a sharp, loud cry and wet syllables behind that might have been his name.]
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A glint catches his attention, and Reign's pupils dilate at the sight of the silver nipple piercing. His mouth goes dry, cock instantly hard. Before he could otherwise change his mind, he leans in and captures of the piercing into his mouth, tongue rolling against it, mimicking the way Kiritsubo does to his thumb. He bites down just as he feels Kiritsubo shudders through her orgasm, his fingers continuing to move, prolonging her pleasure.
As he waits for Kiritsubo to catch her breath, Reign lavish his attention on her other nipple, teeth tugging on the silver piercing, before he slowly pulls back. ] Feeling better? [ He asks through quiet pants, removing his thumb from Kiritsubo's mouth, and his fingers from her slick cunt. ] That creature must have surprised you. It did for me.
[ Maybe they shouldn't stay here for too long. With all the sounds they made, especially Kiritsubo's, there is no telling when the tentacle monster will return. Reign wouldn't mind (too much) if he got recaptured, but he doesn't want Kiritsubo to get caught up in it again. ] Where's your suite? I can take you back there.
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Before she comes crashing down in a heap, elbows quaking but succeeding just barely in keeping her from sprawling uncomfortably on the unforgiving staircase. The problem is… now, with his jacket crumpled behind her… She looks messy and delectable, panting heavy with the slick of tentacle and his fingers’ work between her legs, both nipples almost painfully taut with stimulation, still slick with saliva now cooling in the air outside the warmth of his mouth and making her shiver and squirm. If she licks her own lips unconsciously, craving more…]
Mmm… Thank you…
[She gets that out first, no shame in her hurrying her towards a hasty attempt at redressing or modesty, content to answer breathless and inviting.]
It did surprise me but… It’s fine… We actually… we did pretty well handling it, didn’t we?
[It could have gone worse, surely? The flush on her face is unobscured now, most of Reign’s semen wiped away by a greedy monster in heat and looking for seed, but… there is a sticky hint here, a small smear here… places where the less adroit tentacles had left his mark on her skin.]
My suite’s not far but, ah…
[There’s a “3” tattooed on the inner curve of her right breast beside the mark of a spade, indicating she had one of the lower level, shabbier quarters, something barely worthy of the word “suite”. Is she embarrassed to show a man that she lived like that? Or…
Or is she looking at his cock straining once again in his trousers more than she is his face when she whispers,]
What if I don’t want to go there… ?
[What if her own small hand has crept up to clasp a heavy breast, “unconsciously” squeezing as if longing to feel even a fraction of how wonderful his mouth had.]
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Indeed we did. We managed to thwart the creature away, satisfy its hunger, at least. [ He reaches a hand forward to wipe some of the residue of his evidence from Kiritsubo's face, though some dried ones would require proper cleaning. It's a reminder that brings a slight flush to his cheeks, as Reign recalls the way Kiritsubo had sucked him off. ]
Yes...? [ Reign waits for Kiritsubo to continue on with her words, his own gaze drawn back to where he'd noticed the spade mark. The number "3" is what he noticed now, having missed it earlier. Is it part of her tattoo, or does that also signify her rank? Will the House change it if Kiritsubo rises or lowers in rank? What if this indicates a permanent fixture for her rank?
But then Reign notices where her eyes has fallen to, and the whispered words has his face turning a deeper shade of red. It's not helped when Kiritsubo grasp her breast, the glint of the silver nipple piercing catching his eyes and causing him to swallow heavily. ] T-then... Where do you want to go?
[ The diamond mark around his own neck tingles, and Reign has the sudden urge to get closer to Kiritsubo, to press his chest against her ample bosom. Hardness against softness. His breath catches, and when he next blinks, finds himself hovering over Kiritsubo, his hands placed on each side of her body, nearly pining her back against the stairs. ] What... would you like to do? [ His voice comes out a tad hoarse, his breathing heavier, his mouth suddenly dry. How is it that he still wants more, after all that they had done earlier? ]
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If it was an act, it was a damn good one. And if it was natural…]
We could go to your suite… and clean ourselves up… a bath is probably in order…
[The way she says it, low and rumbling, makes it clear enough that bath would have to be run several times before any actual cleaning got done. He is pressing closer, hovering over, and she slowly arches up into the bow of his own body, just enough that a deep inhale makes the tip of her taut nipples brush against his chest.]
Or we could accept… that there must have been some sort of aphrodisiac in that monster’s secretions… and burn it out together…
[When had her hand moved? One of them had found his where he braces on the stairs, and her delicate fingers dance over his knuckles, flirt with lacing into his own.]
You’re already suffering again, aren’t you… ?
[If she just levered up her hips, she might be able to grind against his erection, the hard line of the cock whose flavor was still on her tongue.]
And I’m still aching, too…
[So naturally…]
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Y-yes... Or...? [ It's obvious that Kiritsubo has something else in mind, not that Reign is going to complain otherwise. Whatever she wants, he'll give it to her. The only few times he has been this turned on and needy is if he's under some sort of effects, or if his suit is activated, though he has no way of knowing if the latter is saturated in deep red or not. Again, not that it matters much in the grand scheme of things, even if they're both likely affected by the monster's secretion from earlier. ]
I am... Very m-much... [ His fingers move on its own, lacing together with Kiritsubo's, an intimate gesture if anything. A whimper makes its way past his lips even as he tries to hold himself back. Should he even do so? When Kiritsubo is so very willing?
Reign's panting grew heavier, harsher, breath warm against her lips. So close, so very close. Without another word, he begins to move, one hand shifting to wrap around Kiritsubo's waist as he flips their position around. Now he has her perched atop his thighs, his erection pressing against her wet cunt and soaking through the cloth of his trousers. ] Th-this should be easier for you. Hah... Please, Kiri. I'm yours to have. [ He moves their clasped hands to where the fasteners are, urging her to help free his cock she so wants to have.
Somewhere, elsewhere, there is the faint sound of wet slithering. Reign, however, is much too preoccupied with Kiritsubo to take notice of it. ]
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But it only lasts long enough for her to present that debauched picture and any emotions it might summon before her clever fingers do find the metal bits he guides her to, adroitly doing away with them and reaching in to eagerly (but carefully) draw him free.]
Then I’ll have you…
[The silver ring and attached charm glint in the low back hall light as she adjusts her brace above him, raises her hips just enough that the head of his cock slicks along the line of her sex in need of just a hint of pressure, so ready to part flesh and seek warmer, deeper refuge.]
That thing took most of your seed for itself…
[Kiritsubo does hear the sound behind them, one she knew well from recent experience to associate with only one, many-tentacled creature, and yet… She just doesn’t care at all to stop what she’s doing or alert her partner. What she does instead… is whisper,]
But now I want it…
[As she takes in his cock with a long, drawn-out moan that echoes down the corridor, swallowing his length in one smooth, languid motion until their hips collide.
And then part, as she starts to ride him on the stairwell.]
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So when at last her fingers begin to work on unclasp the fasteners, Reign thought he would cry in relief as his erection finally springs forth from its confines, glistening with pre and standing tall, as if searching for Kiritsubo's core. ] Yes, yes, please! Mmnh! [ He stays as still as possible, his body tense, one hand tightly gripping the baluster, the other at Kiritsubo's hip to support her descent.
Reign watches the way the tip of his cock brush against her moist lip, the juice dripping to mix with his pre. It's a heady scent, tempting him to snap his hips and busy himself deep within her. He very nearly give into it, but the tone of Kiritsubo's voice grabs his attention, has him looking up at her, and he nearly stops breathing.
There's something about Kiritsubo that sends a tingle through Reign. The intensity in her gaze, the emphasis of her tone when she says "I". He almost couldn't sense the innocence in her, as if finally seeing Kiritsubo's true nature. ] Take it. [ He whispers back just as quietly. ] Take all of me.
[ The words barely left his lips as he's at last engulfed by Kiritsubo's, torturously slow, yet smoothly swallowing him up in one movement. Reign throws his head back and lets out a low moan of his own, the sound soon morphing into soft cries and groans as she begins to ride him in earnest. It's as if he's being tightly squeezed by Kiritsubo's tight heat, yet wrapped in the most comforting warmth he could ever experience. As if his mind is melting from all the pleasures. ] F-fuck... You feel... so good.
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Heels that she plants on the stairs one step above and one step below where he sits. Trusting him to secure their place, to keep them from slipping unceremoniously down the bruising couple of rungs to the floor, she uses her hands to brace on his hip and his chest. Perhaps she just reached for him and found that position naturally... or perhaps she knew exactly how she would look, and what it could do to a man- the view of her full breasts and the nipple piercing jingling as she bounced in his lap, revealing only hints and flashes of how wet his dick has become in the tight clutch of her body before she swallows him again.]
That's it--
[This is what she wanted. As pleasurable as the beast had been, as eager as she had been to scratch the itch of her kind's hot blooded desires... Beasts did not have hearts or minds like this man did. They were not warm like him, did not have a "card" like him., and the connection, so delicious and all-consuming in a moment that made her almost believe she hadn't lived this same one five hundred times before...]
So sweet... My lewd prince...
[She whimpers excitedly as she arrests her eager ride just long enough to grind into his hips, moving her hips in a slick, hot circle as she leans in to kiss his cheek, his chin, his nose, everything but his mouth at first as she pants and moans, inadvertently (?) demanding he focus on her and not the growing sounds around them, the shadows that move along the wall in the shape of reaching, grasping tentacles.]
Kiss me... ♡
[Finally, finally, after using her lips to first suckle on the tip of his cock and then to suck upon his thumb, she offers them to him for the most innocent intimacy that should have come before anything else, and in her mouth... She still tastes like him.]
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Reign lets out a whimper as she speaks, her voice like a temptress, honey sweet and drenched all over him, sticking to his skin. Each rise and fall of her body continues to draw more sounds out of him, keening and desperate as his hips move along to meet her. The flash of silver grabs his attention, a tantalising treat dangling before him, and of course Reign takes it. Captures it in his mouth, tongue rolling to toy with the piercing as he moans. ]
Hah... I'm no... prince. [ He huffs out a laugh as he lifts his head up to look at Kiritsubo, though she isn't too far off, if one considers an heir (disinherited he may be) to a Blood Lord as equal to royalty. On the other hand, lewd is right on the dot, and as she bestows kisses on him, Reign can't help angle his head slightly, silently begging for her lips on his. Is it any wonder that he only has his attention solely on Kiritsubo, and nothing else?
So when Kiritsubo finally, at last, offers it to him, there's almost a sob of relief from Reign as he surges forth. He push his tongue into her willing, open mouth, tasting her, tasting himself as well. It has him groaning, the hand on the baluster moving to settle on the small of her back, as if he could pull her even closer to him. ] Kiri... Kiri! Mmn, hah... [ Reign continues to kiss her, swallowing the voices she lets out, uncaring of the mess they make, nor of the impending reappearance of the tentacle monster. ]
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But the rest of it is her. Is them. It's how her moan pitches up an octave when Reign's tongue tugs on her piercing and the tip flicks over her taut nipple. It's the debauched sound they make, grinding down and bucking up, the slick of their coupling staining her thighs and even more of his undone pants. It's how breathless he sounds when he laughs but then pleads with her to do it, to kiss him-
And she does, offering the flavor of his own seed back to him, demanding more of the taste of him in turn with how she sucks briefly on his tongue, releasing him with a soft pop so that she can clarify,]
You're mine~
[Not to have, not to hold, and not for long, not in general, but "her"... prince. It did not matter whether he truly was one, what his actual status was... to her, right now, that is what he is, and that is what she calls him. Her lips lock with his, temporarily muffling the sounds of her whines and moans, swallowing down his own, loving the sound of her name from his throat in the brief moments where they part for hasty breaths and half-noises until-]
Ah... I think our friend wants to join again...
[The grate pops open near them with a loud clang as tentacles pour out. There is no denying or ignoring the issue now.]
But I don’t want to stop… So this time-
[The damp tendrils wrap around ankles, coil around banisters, slink up over legs, anchoring them in more secure brace upon the stairs… and locking them together with a thick tentacle that wrapped itself around both of their thighs as one. Beneath Reign’s hand at the small of her back… Kiritsubo is still moving, still riding-]
This time it’s going to have to be the one to play second fiddle…
[Did… Did she actually have the power to prevent that thing from doing whatever it wanted? She talks like she does, her gaze hazy with the smoke of desire, her fingernails scraping over her lovers skin as slimmer, far differently shaped tendrils than those that had bestowed pleasure before begin questing for somewhere deep and warm, seeking out the pheromones where the beast had marked them previously. The slightly bulbous head finds the pucker of Reign’s ass, slowly, slowly easing in…
As another presses in to Kiritsubo beside Reign’s cock, sending her head tipping back for a gasp that turned all too quickly into a full, throaty moan.]
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"You're mine~"
His eyes darken, slit pupils dilating, breath stolen from him. Not many people have say something like that before to Reign; the possessiveness, the ownership, the claim over him. Even if not that, then being her prince, hers and no one else's, has Reign's cock throb in response. He moans out her name, muffled by her mouth covering his in another ardent kiss, as he continues to pump into her tight pussy. ]
Friend...? [ His confusion is quickly followed by the sudden loud clang of the crate dropping to the floor, and Reign is instantly filled with dread at the sights of those tentacles. Why has it return? Had they been too loud? What an awful timing to be caught by the monster. How are they going to escape?
But it's what Kiritsubo says that has Reign's eyes widening in trepidation, squirming as the tentacles make quick work of wrapping around their limbs, keeping them locked in that position. ] H-hold on... What did you— [ It wouldn't be far-fetched if Kiritsubo has powers unknown to Reign, that she's able to control the tentacle monster. Perhaps even have been doing so from the start, and had been bidding her time by preying on him. Was this her doing all along? ]
Aaah! This is— [ Nails scrape against his slick skin, and Reign finds himself arching into it, the slight pain making him feel all tingly. It does well to distract him from focusing on what the monster is doing to him, to them. The familiar intoxicating scent of the monster's secretion fills his nostrils again, and Reign could feel his mind gradually succumbing to the pleasure, his body relaxing and accepting whatever it is the tentacles are doing to him.
And so he cries out when something thick and long pushes into him, slowly stretching and filling his ass. He could sense something else slipping in beside his own cock into Kiritsubo's, making everything so tight. ] K-Kiri... [ His voice comes out strained, eyes a touch teary and glazed, a mix of emotions going through his mind. Confusion, lust, fear, curiosity. Definitely scared, but aroused nonetheless, as the tentacles began to thrust inside them respectively. ]
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And it’s what Kiritsubo was destined to never have from the man she actually loved. That wound is pasted over again and again and again until the cracks don’t show and the rot doesn’t stink, and she takes her comforts and satisfactions in other ways instead. And as much as she might have delighted, once, in a lover fearing for whether he would survive an encounter with her…]
Shhh, shhh, shh… My lewd prince…
[When the initial moan dies a soft, comforting shush replaces it as she pulls her gaze back to his face, a hand rising to find his cheek and cup, thumb brushing over his cheekbone as her lips part for little whines and gasps, oh so conscious of the delicious stretch caused by the tentacle squirming into her beside his dick, stroking him from within along the way.]
I’m not scared…
[So he wouldn’t worry for that. So he wouldn’t be either. Her arms wrap around his neck for a moment, the body-warm metal of her piercing playing over his nipple as her breasts press full and soft to his chest. Her kiss finds the corner of his eye to brush the hint of tears away, salty and fresh, before lips return to his to offer him that outlet… and the words whispered over his in a sultry tone.]
If you’re the one feeling good in the end… then they don’t win ♡
[There’s something「True」about that line. Something dark about her own past, and what she has had to decide to do with her life buried deep, deep beneath, but at its surface…
It’s a claim that though she isn’t responsible for this beast… she refuses to be cowed by it. She might refuse to be cowed by anyone. For now, though… a little cry crests on her tongue as the tentacles squeeze and the depositors work deeper into their bodies, beginning to swell slightly with eggs the creature is readying for deposit. Perhaps another would startle or stop or struggle…
But Kiritsubo is holding Reign close, eagerly devouring the offering of his cock and tentacle both, reveling in the lurid rhythm they all made together when it thrust into them and they thrust into each other. The sort that made her spread her thighs for more and whimper into his mouth, egging him on with a needy roll of her hips, a slick squeeze of her cunt, and a,]
Fuck, you’re so deep… I love it…
[You are.]
cw : oviposition
Soft desperate sounds fall past his lips, and yet Kiritsubo easily comforts him with her touch, her words, her kisses. He leans into her hand, mouth opening to graze his sharp fangs against the meat of her palm, to then soothe it with a lick of his tongue and press of his lips. If Kiritsubo isn't scared, then neither will he. Instead, he focuses of her, just as she wants, moaning deeply as he gratefully accepts her kisses, tongue delving in to taste and memorise her. ]
D-doesn't matter... I want you to... feel good too. [ He says between heavy pants and groans, his free hand sliding down Kiritsubo's back, lower still until he can slip it between her legs, fingers catching the slide of his cock and the tentacles moving inside her. It's obscene, the sounds they make. A shudder runs through him as Kiritsubo's nipple piercings rub against his own nipples, hard and standing like his erection, the friction sending waves of pleasure along his nerves.
At the back of his mind, Reign could feel the way the tentacle inside him begin to swell, stretching him further almost to the point of pain. He has experienced something similar before, when Sylvain's cock formed a knot inside him. But this one is different, and yet he can't seem to tear his attention away from Kiritsubo to wonder what is happening to them. He moans lowly as she squeezes him tight, the roll of her hips causing him whimper as well, the sounds they make an erotic vocal symphony. ]
Want me deep— [ His question is cut off as the tentacle takes that moment to thrust further into him, and Reign cries out at the sudden fullness of it all. Then he feels it, the depositor working inside him, one egg after the other, until his belly begins to bulge slightly. Of course, the tentacle monster isn't selfish, lavishing the same treatment on Kiritsubo as well, making certain that her womb will carry its eggs also.
Somehow, Reign manages to gather his wits, even as each movement has the the eggs pressed against his prostate, pushing him closer to the edge of orgasm. He hides his face in the crook on Kiritsubo's neck, trembling from all the overwhelming sensations. ] I feel... I feel s-strange... Kiri, there's something... inside me. [ Inside her too, he belatedly realises. It's not unlike the anal beads he has seen at Love Dove before, but Reign never thought he would experience it in this manner. ]
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Kiritsubo’s attentions are consuming and electric, the natural byproduct of centuries of experience in lovemaking and of fucking, two connected but yet entirely different arts. It is the former that makes her kisses so passionate, pressing affection and comfort in between the moments they part for their little pants and whines, moans smeared between tongues and whimpers nipping into lips. It is the latter that makes her thighs spread in a quivering offer when she feels his hand trace down her back and the crack of her ass to get between her legs, brushing the sopping confluence of cunt and cock and tentacle.
Did she want him deeper? Of course she did. But their guest had designs there first… for the both of them. It is not painful, for Kiritsubo, because though she has hardly advertised it… Kiritsubo can change her own shape. And though many people imagined that as a flashy, all or nothing sort of talent… she could just as easily shift her insides without disturbing the face or outer shell of whatever form she chose that day. She adjusts so that the press of Reign’s cock and the tentacle do not rip or tear, simply fill, just on the edge of too much but not crossing, leaving her delightfully stuffed and ready to cry out when the beast’s tendril curls around Reign’s erection within her, using the man’s penetration to go further itself, deeper, deeper, until it could wriggle the bulb tip up against the entrance to her womb and-]
Reign-
[She calls out her more sentient partner’s name as it happens, as she feels the moving swell of transferring eggs and morphs her body temporarily into one that would not hurt to have such a secret place forcefully invaded, choking on her own breath before she can get the cry out as egg after egg is moved into place, swelling her taut belly with their presence. Her head falls back forward, cheek resting on the top of Reign’s head where he tucks against her neck, her wild panting disturbing his hair as she refocuses, groping for his hand and dragging it up over the swell of her “pregnant” belly as if he’d done it, as if it was the result of their coupling.]
Hah… Me, too…
[Job done, the ovipositors slowly begin to withdraw, but even that gently jostles the eggs within them, causing a swell of discomfort and pleasure mixed.]
But don’t worry… Just feel it…
[Even if it’s strange, even if it’s foreign, even if it’s terrifying… It could also be good.]
Just feel me…
[Her movement resumes from how it had been arrested momentarily by the deposit, easing back into her eager bounce in his lap only slightly gentler, a bit more careful, all too aware of the way it would rearrange the eggs in her belly and his rectum, stimulating his prostate, heavy inside of her-]
Just cum with me…
[Her free hand urges him to lift his head so she could look at his face, so he could see the flush on hers, so that she could kiss him again, moaning insistently,]
Cum in me…
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He hears Kiritsubo calls his name just as she takes his hand, placing it over her distended belly. For a moment, Reign is in awe at the sight and feel of it, though he's more disturbed by his own swelled one. Two "pregnant" beings, ready to breed and carry the monster's offsprings. It's a terrifying feeling, an experience he's sure neither of them will forget anytime soon as the ovipositors finally withdraw, and the monster retreats back to whence it came from. ]
Kiri... [ Again, her name is on the tip of his tongue, murmured breathlessly as he gently rubs her belly, his palm cool as it usually is. Low moans escape Reign's lips as Kiritsubo begins to move again, and he rocks up as well into her, mimicking her careful movements, yet desperate as well to come.
Each bounce causes the eggs within to shift and rub against his insides, pressing against all the tender spots that has Reign keening. He glances up at Kiritsubo's urging, easily slotting their lips together in another kiss as he bucks faster into her. Reign groans in return at Kiritsubo's command, hands moving to her derriere as he holds her in place, finally coming undone, his cock throbbing and filling up her insides with his seed.
The orgasm is intense, prolonged further by the eggs pushing against his prostate, to the point of near pain. He throws his head back and moans, his body jerking from the tremors. But even in that haze of pleasure, Reign reaches a hand between their bodies, sliding down until his finger finds her clit and rubs it. ] Let me... feel you. Take all of me.
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Yes-
[The encouragement hisses out as she feels him grab her ass and hold her to his hips, so close and so ready for the gift of his seed. Her thighs jerk a centimeter wider, as wide as they could go as she instinctively tries to take him just a little bit deeper, clenching wildly on his cock as if intent on milking every ounce of seed he could provide.
She isn’t worried about truly falling pregnant by Reign or their tentacled friend. After all… she technically already was.
The final push that sends him over the edge sees her gladly and willingly “trapped” atop him, unable to thrust herself up and down his cock when his fingers were digging so desperately into her rump. But she doesn’t need to move much anymore. He was spilling inside of her, filling her even further, and the feel of it was delicious. Her hands grope for purchase in his hair as Reign throws his head back, mussing it further, panting heavy as she watched him cum.]
Give it t-
[Kiritsubo’s words become a mewling sound as his fingertips slip between their bodies to pull her over the edge after him. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as she rolls her hips in to the polishing rub of his fingertips, riding the high and the heat of his spill, chasing the electric pulse of friction on her swollen clit. A few whispers fall in a rush from her mouth, “so full”, “so good”, “so hot”, “right there, right there, Reign”, and he’ll have just long enough to revel in the way she feels, tight and wet and heavy with the eggs he had doused with his cum, straining and quivering at the peak-
Before one last bit of pressure throws her over.
Maybe he’ll wonder later how it was that Kiritsubo could somehow feel like such a perfect sheathe for all of him- all of his cock, all of his seed, when she’d somehow also taken him alongside the beast, somehow accommodated the way the tentacle curled around his shaft and still happily took them both… But it’s surely hard to do in the moment, when all that exists is the final flood of pleasure and a naked woman is crying out in wanton mutual pleasure on his lap.
When she’s taking all (s)he asked and wanted.]