[His breath hitches when Kleken's fingers finally press in, back arching when two tentacles join them immediately. Their writhing earns small, sharp groans from the mercenary, every part of him tingling with the forcible stretching and prodding.
Of course he knows what they're searching for, after the last time. Knows that they'll find it too, tips nudging up against the tight hole and wriggling in to start stretching it open. The feeling is—not as painful as the last time, he thinks, maybe because of the aphrodisiac keeping him pliant and needy.]
Haah... ugh... they s-still don't—belong in there...
[but he's not trying to stop them. In fact, he seems to be getting even more wet as they rub along his walls and slither into his womb, hips trembling.]
[ A line he never expected to say himself, but he feeds with full intent to Luke anyway. His finger stroke up along the mercenary's inner walls, helping in this group effort to stretch him twice over. His smile widens as he feels the tentacles finding their goal, pushing deeper into him without hesitation to trace against his sides in teasing. ]
[ They don't pull in more length into Luke, not yet. Not when Kleken has so much more playing to do with Luke. ]
Wouldn't it feel better, to move your hips to guide them where you want them? I'm afraid I'm not hitting the best spots for you. I'd very much like for you to enjoy this as much as I will.
[ They're sweet words that would sound like a kind and caring offer, but this is Kleken saying them. ]
[ Kleken, who wants to see Luke accept this debauchery over and over again. ]
[they've stopped, and it leaves him both hot and frustrated as Kleken's fingers continue their stroking. Even so drugged, he's not blind enough to miss what the conman is doing; it's something as alarmingly effective as it is selfishly intimate, and he's in no position to fight it.]
You— [His voice is shaky now, clawed toes curling,] You know exactly where to go. I told you, I can already barely feel my—ugh.
[He can't stay still, though. The tentacles themselves already toe the line of pain and pleasure in unbearable efficiency, goaded on by slim fingers so perfectly fucking placed to make his pussy twitch and spasm. So what else can he do then, if not give in?
It's hard to find purchase to move his hips at all, numb as his body feels, but for the sake of needing relief or needing more (or both, yes) he manages to rock just a little, biting back his groan as his body sinks down on them a little more.]
[ He does, they both know he does, and yet he still teases just as they also know he would. ]
[ That tiny movement of Luke's is enough for Kleken, to give the man what he so desperately graves in his drug-fueled state. Movement, a steady and building rhythm of fingers and tentacles as they draw nearly all the way out before pressing in and in and in. Though his fingers can only reach so far, his tentacles can bury themselves so much further. Right into that hungry cavern inside of Luke. In and in, the tentacles curl in and pull in and expand. Steadily filling the other man on that same push in until his stomach swells with how much he's buried in. ]
[ And only when there is no more room for them to fit does Kleken wiggle those fingers inside of Luke to open him wider. To spread open his tentacle-swollen entrance a bit more so he can lean back and stare all he likes at the sight. ]
[oh, he almost comes right then and there as the tentacles press and dig and curl, pulling more tears to his eyes as they twist in the space and bury themselves in his womb. they expand and fill until his whole body is left trembling and his belly is swollen and taut, until he's sure they'll tear him open with any more effort.
the amount of sensation, therefore, from Kleken's fingers wiggling and spreading his pussy open is a little surprising. he's rewarded with the distinct twitch of those muscles, slick dripping over every thick appendage.]
Too... too much... it's too tight...
[oh, but it's not and the conman can no doubt feel it in the way his pussy twitches and squeezes, the sheer amount of slick pouring over them. he's so perfectly filled, and the tiniest movements of his hips make the mass of tentacles scrape against his cervix and catch from the inside. every breath is shallow and short with how much space they're taking up. long fingers curl against his stomach to feel the way they bulge it out.]
[ His gaze flickers to catch the movement of Luke's fingers, take in the way he seems to feel himself over in near disbelief at how utterly he's been filled. It fills Kleken just as deeply with satisfaction, urges him on to be kind and crueler all the more. ]
It's just enough for now.
[ He near purrs the words into Luke's ear, tracing along the edges of Luke's leaking pussy with his fingers as he continues on. The tentacles inside of him shift slightly with the disturbance, but remain buried deep, leaving the mercenary drowning in that feeling of fullness. ]
But what you really want is them to move, don't you? To feel them slide in and out- ah, no, to feel them fuck into you. To leave you dripping and aching and open-
[ He spreads his fingers again, forcing Luke's entrance open wide once more. ]
-for my eggs, correct?
[ For a man with zero eggs in his body, he seemed to be very confident in his ability to lay them inside Luke. ]
[Ah. Kleken traces his pussy and Luke hisses a curse, shuddering at the soft shift of those tentacles. Still too deep, too... good. For a moment, with only Kleken's murmurs and the shift of fingers and tentacles, he really is sure he's drowning. Deeper and deeper into the idea, until he has nothing to grasp to keep him from sinking.
He can't even scrabble to find the faintest foothold when Kleken describes what they could be doing to him. When his fingers spread and the ache of being overstuffed and stretched deepens again.]
Agh—you don't—
[have eggs. But he can't keep up that argument. Right now, suffocating in desire and desperation, held open and in place... how could he keep up with it?]
Hhh... make them... move inside me. [panting breaths make him shiver a little more, gaze drifting to the side.] I... want all of that... yes.
[muscles spasm impatiently, and his pussy aches to be filled with more than just wriggling appendages; the pain of being stretched so absurdly is long fading too.]
You... already knew that... haaah. After all... you went through... all this effort...
[ The softest of kisses is pressed to Luke's ear, then another and another trail down his neck as Kleken murmurs in that same, annoyingly confident and unfairly alluring voice. ]
I wanted to hear you say it though.
[ It's honesty at a cost. ]
[ The cost being whatever comforts Luke had managed to hold onto in the stillness of those tentacles inside of him. Because now they start to move, start to fuck into the man, a quick and dizzying pace that has those tentacles flooding into him at one moment and leaving him gaping and empty in the next. His tentacles turn as well, replacing smooth backs with sucker-peppered underbellies to drag against Luke's walls on each pull out. ]
[ His hand moves to settle on simply wrapping around the base of Luke's cock and squeezing down. As if to keep the man from bucking away from the forceful entry of his tentacles. As if to keep the man under him and in control for however long he could. ]
[His voice gets cut off then, as the tentacles twist and move. Suckers rub along his walls and leave every muscle overstimulated and twitching, lengths flooding the space of his womb until it bulges with their writhing before sliding out again. It's—insane, really.
Insane, and it feels incredible, now that the pain is gone. Gaping muscles twitch every time Kleken leaves him empty again, resistance fading to groans and hitched breaths.]
Ah... haah... fuck...
[He's not trying to escape, really, but Kleken's hand at the base of his cock feels good too. Desperation addles his mind, a soft, breezy laugh escaping at the question. Clawed fingers press lightly against the bulge of his belly, absently petting his dubiously welcome visitors through its taut surface.]
Just... don't stop... mmngh. Even if it goes numb.
[because that is a real possibility, right now. He's so wet and so stretched, and the suckers are rubbing so intensely at his walls that everything feels light and loose...]
[ The insult really doesn't seem to bother him, not enough to put a pause to those lazy kisses he peppers over Luke's jaw and neck anyway. Certainly not enough to make those tentacles fucking him within an inch of his life stop. It does make him pull back a moment to really watch though, taking in the way Luke's body distorts with the flood of tentacles into him, the abundance of slick dripping off the edge of the table, the bright pink pussy that's being stretched and abused around thicker and thicker tentacles, and the slow yet steady escape of Luke's sanity from his mind. ]
[ It's a beautiful sight, though he doubts Luke would appreciate the compliment. ]
I won't be stopping today until we are both satisfied.
[ Considering Kleken has yet to fully participate, this doesn't bode well for the mercenary. ]
[It's rare to feel like he could never have overcome something, but as pangs of deep pressure give way to maddening spasms across his body, Luke is sure that's the case here. Maybe that's the delirium as tentacles fuck him closer and closer to a stupor... whatever it is, the mercenary is fast losing any interest in thinking about it.
In reality, he can't help but find something... almost romantic in the way Kleken watches his tentacles ravaging him. Those glasses do plenty to obscure the depth of his expression, sure, but it's how it feels nonetheless. He's slowly but surely molding Luke's insides just for himself, selfish and sweet—
His pussy feels nearly at its limit now, stretched until the soft bits of carapace that normally protect it nearly scrape against their invaders. It is, in this moment, the most incredible feeling he's ever been subjected to. His hand absently strokes the distorted, writhing swell of his belly, as fondly as a pregnant mother.]
Ggh... good.
[It bodes terribly for him, and it's exactly what he wants. Eyes slip closed as he exhales a sigh, only half-aware of the first, second, nth orgasm they wring from him. Everything becomes a blur of pleasure and movement, and his cock and pussy have no real synchrony to them before too long; the latter simply twitches and spasms incessantly around its burden while the former throbs and drips, occasionally slathering his gravid abdomen with slick-sticky spend that drips down his sides.]
Mmnh—fuck... more...
[The words escape him without an ounce of thought. And to be sure, his pussy is definitely at its physical limit—he can barely feel anything but the grind of suckers against his hole, and Kleken himself will be able to tell perfectly well that trying any more in that hole will end badly for both of them.
Luke doesn't care anymore, of course. He's too drugged and too out of it to worry about whether or not Kleken cares enough to keep him... safe in his discomfort; or maybe he just has enough trust in the conman to assume he'd gladly lay claim to every orifice he has access to, in search of "more."]
[ Like the most efficient of predators, Kleken is focused and patient. He relentlessly works Luke through orgasm after orgasm, plays his tentacles over the man's body until every inch of him is familiar under their touch and vice versa. He peppers light kisses over his cheeks, lips, neck and ears, a sweet contrast to the ravishing of the rest of his body. It's a way to check Luke's fall into degeneracy, how he reacts less and less to Kleken's mouth until he seems to finally be ready to be honest with his own. ]
[ And to even ask for more, after Kleken's so thoroughly fucked him through? ]
[ This was the time. ]
It seems you're finally ready for my eggs.
[ Every tentacle slowly pulls its way out of Luke until he's emptied of them, the conman giving him a few moments to realize that little fact before something new presses against that abused hole. Something rounder, with a similar bouncy texture as Kleken's tentacles but different. If Luke had been able to look down, he'd see a glimpse of shimmering blue orb the size of an egg, a dense gel layer wrapped around a milky looking liquid, before it starts to sink into him with only that bit of warning. ]
Take it in kindly. It's delicate.
[ Guided steadily in by Kleken's fingers and a slim tentacle wrapped around his hand, his face hovers over Luke's to drink in every microexpression the man might make as he finally begins to give him exactly what he knows the man wants. ]
[It takes a moment to reconcile how it feels, each tentacle slipping away to twitching relief and impatience both. He almost doesn't realise when the last one pulls free, pussy still stretched wide from its thorough abuse, until the feeling of being utterly empty rears up. Of course, he can barely find words anymore, so instead he inhales to try and exhales a moan as something else—cooler, bouncy, different—soothes and presses against his hole.]
That's— [He can barely see it, gaze unfocused and lazy, but he has no complaints. Less still when that dense gel sinks in.] Ughn... what... what's inside it?
[He's not looking anywhere but Kleken now, though. Legs spread, he accepts the egg without complaint, head tipping slightly as he widest side fits snug against his cervix. Take it kindly, he says. Luke nearly comes again with the tight feeling, and does when it pops into his womb, hole squeezing against his fingers and tentacle. It's so good, he doesn't know what to do...]
[ It's the vague sort of answer Luke would probably expect if he were in a more solid state of mind, and most certainly something Kleken won't ever clarify about if he could help it. There's nothing to observe about the egg either anymore, already swallowed entirely by Luke's eager pussy, guided in by Kleken's steady cool fingers and then his tentacle when it goes deeper in. He's almost impressed in some weird way by how easily it slides in, all the way past that second entrance where he loses touch with it entirely as it settles into its new home. ]
[ His free hand presses over Luke's abdomen, down on where his womb is as if trying to feel the egg through his skin. ]
[it's a huffed statement, but he can't claim he actually cares. not when the egg settles in comfortably with a little guidance from that tentacle. it leaves him dizzy but contented, relaxing into the table.
... and then a hand presses over his abdomen and he gives an indignant noise, shuddering at the feeling. his face reddens a bit more, voice pitched with his embarrassment.]
Didn't—you just say it was fragile!?
[ah, but he can feel it. most certainly it's nestled comfortably inside his womb, gently bumping out his belly just a little.]
I was checking to see how much more room you might have left.
[ That's a complete lie, there's no way that pressing down on Luke's womb from the outside was any better a tell than shoving his tentacles into the man and checking on that level. He'd simply wanted to drink in more of the expressions twisting on Luke's expression whenever his attention was returned to the gift Kleken had left inside of him. ]
[ The gift that's currently being duplicated in the form of a second egg being pressed against Luke's pussy, sliding up and down against the slicked entrance by a tentacle while Kleken smiles down at his prey-- bedroom partner, fingers moving to slide over slicked thighs and flesh to pause just over the egg. ]
It felt like it was lonely.
[ And just like he'd put pressure over Luke's abdomen, he begins to press his palm flat against the egg, pushing it into the other man. ]
[It's such an obvious lie. Luke might call him on it, but there's another egg rubbing along his entrance and it takes most of his attention. Squishy enough that it feels like it might just squeeze in on its own, the tentacle's shifting teases every part of his senses.]
Lonel—
[He's already been stretched once, so the second egg slides in much more easily. Not without shattering his control and dignity first, though. A sharp noise cuts through the air as his body lifts up, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out between his lips as pressure gives way to blissful weight. Kleken would be forgiven for thinking he'd blanked it entirely for a moment.]
Haah... ughah... fuck...
[exceptionally slim bug man that he is, the second egg is enough to gently bulge out his belly. Just a little, nothing as severe as the tentacles had. And he's definitely lost all reason when it comes to shame or hesitation.]
Ggh... more... I don't want... them to be lonely... a healthy brood...
[... yeah, he's definitely broken right now. It's fine.]
[ Ah, if only he could distract more people by sliding eggs into them. Admittedly, he could, eggs were quite distracting, but he had his doubts that most individuals would be as willing as Luke was right now. ]
Hmm, you're right.
[ A shame Luke is far too out of it to hear Kleken so easily agree with him. Another egg appears in Kleken's fingers, deposited there by an ever helpful tentacle, and is slid into the bug man's eager entrance right after the second. Again and again, tentacles appear with eggs, until a full five eggs have been pushed into the mind-broken man, bulging his body in a way that Kleken can't help but to run his hand over from the outside, causing the eggs to shift inside of Luke as he does. ]
[ On purpose, of course, judging by the glitter of excitement in his eyes. ]
[He might manage, if they were similarly drugged out of their minds and also of a nature to be susceptible to egg-bearing instincts. For now though, it's just Luke, fully caught in Kleken's net.
A third egg pushes in and his stomach bulges out unevenly with it, more and more until his belly feels achingly full and every breath shifts his womb's load just slightly. Fluttering lashes blink back the last of the overstimulated tears he's shed, and his gaze struggles to properly focus on the other man.]
Don't—mmngh—! [a hand slides over his gravid belly and he groans as the eggs adjust again.] You'll push them out...
[His legs are all but limp in the grasp of Kleken's tentacles too, body too keyed up and numb to consider any kind of movement. Not to mention his insides ache from their forceful stretching, and in his flickers of lucidity it occurs to him that he's going to have no choice but to let Kleken take care of him while he recovers.
[ And Kleken, the kind and thoughtful father figure he is... ]
[ Well, he's very much in the process of shifting their positions so he can keep Luke's legs propped open with his tentacles and start to slide his cock into that stretched and abused cunt, drawing in a slow inhale as he savors the feeling of sinking into him inch by inch. It isn't until he bumps up against that filled womb of his that he opens his eyes to look down at the mercenary, pupils blown with a flurry of emotions. ]
[ Most of them extremely unhealthy and tinged with possessiveness. ]
We'll simply have to make sure they stay tucked in there.
[ Does he mean to leave his dick inside of Luke or to push those eggs so deep into him they'd never be able to come out? ]
[ The latter, perhaps, as he slowly starts to pull his hips back, only to sink them forward again. And again. ]
[There's something in him that recoils at the sight of such possessiveness, unerringly selfishly demanding.
The rest of him is all but offline to anything but the pleasure of Kleken's cock warming his cunt, clawed toes curling in his shoes.]
Nnmgh... kle...ken...
[Ah... it feels so good. Hips pull back and fuck into him, and every time the eggs jostle a little more. At this angle, they're more apt to stay deep inside his womb, and once the last is fully clear of his cervix, that will start to relax and tighten.]
[ Maybe Luke shouldn't have let himself get drugged by the terrible conman- ]
[ Granted, none of that is actually Luke's fault. Kleken is simply a horrible person, chasing after his own interests and pleasures and sometimes, on occasion, pulling others along for the ride. Like now, as he builds to a steady rhythm that suits his taste, each rock of their hips together grants the hazy Luke wave after wave of pleasure. A hand- or is it a tentacle?- finds its way to pinching at the mercenary's nipple, then soothing it with massaging press, over and over to tease. To bully. ]
You... feel divine. So full of me, aren't you?
Enjoying every taste of me you're given.
[ He bucks his hips in more roughly, pushing those eggs about as he does so. ]
[perhaps, just perhaps there's some value to Kleken's odd warnings about being dragged into the depths.
Not that he'd think it was literal, if he had the mind to think at all, but even so. The state he's in right now certainly feels apropos to a sailor adrift in endless sea, fully at the mercy of the tide and the waves. How long has he been like this? It's impossible for him to guess when Kleken's thrusts keep lighting up overworked nerves and dragging him further into the throes of... what, exactly? A prolonged orgasm maybe, or so many tiny ones in rapid succession that all coalesce to rip any fractured sliver of sanity he could grasp. Something—hand, tentacle, he doesn't know nor actually care—teases his nipple and his only recourse is to make a soft, wrecked noise.
Actually, that's about as much as he has left in him right now. Kleken speaks and his head shifts slightly in distant awareness, replies in whimpers and gasps. His skin feels like fire, and some indescribable sensation claws at every part of him, revived with every movement.
Does he adore this feeling? It's devastating. He hurts in ways he wasn't aware he could hurt, he's hot and shivering and helpless. He wants to hate it.
He wants to.
But as Kleken speaks, his voice slightly tremulous with his pace, he doesn't. As eggs jolt and shift inside his belly, Luke is forced to realise that for once, he's been fully taken out of his thoughts and worries and efficiency. That every pain is also pure pleasure, even as the thick haze of the aphrodisiac is starting to clear.
That's probably at least partially the persistent bullying forcibly rewriting things in his brain, of course. He shouldn't want this to continue, to happen again. Like, he really, really shouldn't.
Instead, he finds himself wondering how it would feel if he wasn't drugged out of his mind from touch one. There are ways to fit an encounter like this comfortably into his life anyway; a proper balance is important for everyone's health, he always says.
Never mind that there's nothing even slightly healthy about this.]
[ There is no such thing as a healthy anything when it comes to dealing with Kleken. Not for a man who will throw himself tentacles-first into danger, thrill, and everything in between for the sake of finding his own pleasure, whatever form it may come in. He knows there's still the very real chance that Luke could incapacitate him- kill him even, if his status as the right hand man to the Istvan Gang wasn't enough to spare his life- once the drugs wore off and his mind slid back into place. That this could end very terribly for him once he's had his fun. ]
[ But still he chases the high. Fucks into Luke like he owns him, which he greedily thinks he has for the past however long it's been. Uses his tentacles to widen the spread of the man's legs even further and lean over him so that the other can feel the full weight of his body and the thrusts into him. Pinches and tugs and massages over those nipples, tilts his head so he can bite at one and tug the other until they're as tender and sore as his cunt. ]
You- are perfect like this-
[ Releases inside of him with a low moan that's pressed against his chest, buried deeply in enough that his cock kisses against that abuse inner entrance and marking Luke over and over from the inside one more time. ]
[ Ruining him as Kleken's, for however long he might have him. ]
[He's certainly intending to have some serious self-reflection about this later. Whether or not Kleken is "safe" is anyone's guess... but he's done something no one else has, at least.
No, not just overfilling him with tentacles and manufactured eggs, either. It's somehow more than that, as Luke's whole body twitches and trembles. It's in the glassy look in his eyes, the way his hands move to almost cradle Kleken's shoulders as teeth bite and fingers pinch and pull at his nipples. He's never thought that much about sex and pleasure—it has its uses, especially for a mercenary, and some of his experiences had been rather pleasant, but...]
I'm... I...
[seed floods his cunt and pulls a trembling moan from him, and in his delirium he almost thinks he can feel some of it pouring into his womb to comfort his new clutch. The conman's cock certainly sits perfectly to do so, if it were possible—Luke can definitely feel it every time his muscles spasm and the tip kisses his cervix.]
Ugh... nnn...♡
[He's thoroughly broken, at the moment. Clawed fingertips graze over pale skin as the bugman collapses onto the table, gaze unfocused, belly swollen and heavy. Luke may not be leaving in endurance under normal circumstances, but his body has nothing left to give now. He's a soft, supple, aching hole to be used at the other man's leisure. And really, given how badly he's soaked and how numb his cunt is, he can't even pretend he would care.
God, he's never come this many times or this hard with anyone else—it was true the last time, and certainly this time. It feels like he could sleep well for like a week right now while he incubates his babies.
Never mind that they're presumably not truly viable.]
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Of course he knows what they're searching for, after the last time. Knows that they'll find it too, tips nudging up against the tight hole and wriggling in to start stretching it open. The feeling is—not as painful as the last time, he thinks, maybe because of the aphrodisiac keeping him pliant and needy.]
Haah... ugh... they s-still don't—belong in there...
[but he's not trying to stop them. In fact, he seems to be getting even more wet as they rub along his walls and slither into his womb, hips trembling.]
So... vulgar... gghh...
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[ A line he never expected to say himself, but he feeds with full intent to Luke anyway. His finger stroke up along the mercenary's inner walls, helping in this group effort to stretch him twice over. His smile widens as he feels the tentacles finding their goal, pushing deeper into him without hesitation to trace against his sides in teasing. ]
[ They don't pull in more length into Luke, not yet. Not when Kleken has so much more playing to do with Luke. ]
Wouldn't it feel better, to move your hips to guide them where you want them? I'm afraid I'm not hitting the best spots for you. I'd very much like for you to enjoy this as much as I will.
[ They're sweet words that would sound like a kind and caring offer, but this is Kleken saying them. ]
[ Kleken, who wants to see Luke accept this debauchery over and over again. ]
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[they've stopped, and it leaves him both hot and frustrated as Kleken's fingers continue their stroking. Even so drugged, he's not blind enough to miss what the conman is doing; it's something as alarmingly effective as it is selfishly intimate, and he's in no position to fight it.]
You— [His voice is shaky now, clawed toes curling,] You know exactly where to go. I told you, I can already barely feel my—ugh.
[He can't stay still, though. The tentacles themselves already toe the line of pain and pleasure in unbearable efficiency, goaded on by slim fingers so perfectly fucking placed to make his pussy twitch and spasm. So what else can he do then, if not give in?
It's hard to find purchase to move his hips at all, numb as his body feels, but for the sake of needing relief or needing more (or both, yes) he manages to rock just a little, biting back his groan as his body sinks down on them a little more.]
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[ He does, they both know he does, and yet he still teases just as they also know he would. ]
[ That tiny movement of Luke's is enough for Kleken, to give the man what he so desperately graves in his drug-fueled state. Movement, a steady and building rhythm of fingers and tentacles as they draw nearly all the way out before pressing in and in and in. Though his fingers can only reach so far, his tentacles can bury themselves so much further. Right into that hungry cavern inside of Luke. In and in, the tentacles curl in and pull in and expand. Steadily filling the other man on that same push in until his stomach swells with how much he's buried in. ]
[ And only when there is no more room for them to fit does Kleken wiggle those fingers inside of Luke to open him wider. To spread open his tentacle-swollen entrance a bit more so he can lean back and stare all he likes at the sight. ]
Did I guess right?
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[oh, he almost comes right then and there as the tentacles press and dig and curl, pulling more tears to his eyes as they twist in the space and bury themselves in his womb. they expand and fill until his whole body is left trembling and his belly is swollen and taut, until he's sure they'll tear him open with any more effort.
the amount of sensation, therefore, from Kleken's fingers wiggling and spreading his pussy open is a little surprising. he's rewarded with the distinct twitch of those muscles, slick dripping over every thick appendage.]
Too... too much... it's too tight...
[oh, but it's not and the conman can no doubt feel it in the way his pussy twitches and squeezes, the sheer amount of slick pouring over them. he's so perfectly filled, and the tiniest movements of his hips make the mass of tentacles scrape against his cervix and catch from the inside. every breath is shallow and short with how much space they're taking up. long fingers curl against his stomach to feel the way they bulge it out.]
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It's just enough for now.
[ He near purrs the words into Luke's ear, tracing along the edges of Luke's leaking pussy with his fingers as he continues on. The tentacles inside of him shift slightly with the disturbance, but remain buried deep, leaving the mercenary drowning in that feeling of fullness. ]
But what you really want is them to move, don't you? To feel them slide in and out- ah, no, to feel them fuck into you. To leave you dripping and aching and open-
[ He spreads his fingers again, forcing Luke's entrance open wide once more. ]
-for my eggs, correct?
[ For a man with zero eggs in his body, he seemed to be very confident in his ability to lay them inside Luke. ]
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[Ah. Kleken traces his pussy and Luke hisses a curse, shuddering at the soft shift of those tentacles. Still too deep, too... good. For a moment, with only Kleken's murmurs and the shift of fingers and tentacles, he really is sure he's drowning. Deeper and deeper into the idea, until he has nothing to grasp to keep him from sinking.
He can't even scrabble to find the faintest foothold when Kleken describes what they could be doing to him. When his fingers spread and the ache of being overstuffed and stretched deepens again.]
Agh—you don't—
[have eggs. But he can't keep up that argument. Right now, suffocating in desire and desperation, held open and in place... how could he keep up with it?]
Hhh... make them... move inside me. [panting breaths make him shiver a little more, gaze drifting to the side.] I... want all of that... yes.
[muscles spasm impatiently, and his pussy aches to be filled with more than just wriggling appendages; the pain of being stretched so absurdly is long fading too.]
You... already knew that... haaah. After all... you went through... all this effort...
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[ The softest of kisses is pressed to Luke's ear, then another and another trail down his neck as Kleken murmurs in that same, annoyingly confident and unfairly alluring voice. ]
I wanted to hear you say it though.
[ It's honesty at a cost. ]
[ The cost being whatever comforts Luke had managed to hold onto in the stillness of those tentacles inside of him. Because now they start to move, start to fuck into the man, a quick and dizzying pace that has those tentacles flooding into him at one moment and leaving him gaping and empty in the next. His tentacles turn as well, replacing smooth backs with sucker-peppered underbellies to drag against Luke's walls on each pull out. ]
[ His hand moves to settle on simply wrapping around the base of Luke's cock and squeezing down. As if to keep the man from bucking away from the forceful entry of his tentacles. As if to keep the man under him and in control for however long he could. ]
Take all of it, won't you?
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[His voice gets cut off then, as the tentacles twist and move. Suckers rub along his walls and leave every muscle overstimulated and twitching, lengths flooding the space of his womb until it bulges with their writhing before sliding out again. It's—insane, really.
Insane, and it feels incredible, now that the pain is gone. Gaping muscles twitch every time Kleken leaves him empty again, resistance fading to groans and hitched breaths.]
Ah... haah... fuck...
[He's not trying to escape, really, but Kleken's hand at the base of his cock feels good too. Desperation addles his mind, a soft, breezy laugh escaping at the question. Clawed fingers press lightly against the bulge of his belly, absently petting his dubiously welcome visitors through its taut surface.]
Just... don't stop... mmngh. Even if it goes numb.
[because that is a real possibility, right now. He's so wet and so stretched, and the suckers are rubbing so intensely at his walls that everything feels light and loose...]
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[ The insult really doesn't seem to bother him, not enough to put a pause to those lazy kisses he peppers over Luke's jaw and neck anyway. Certainly not enough to make those tentacles fucking him within an inch of his life stop. It does make him pull back a moment to really watch though, taking in the way Luke's body distorts with the flood of tentacles into him, the abundance of slick dripping off the edge of the table, the bright pink pussy that's being stretched and abused around thicker and thicker tentacles, and the slow yet steady escape of Luke's sanity from his mind. ]
[ It's a beautiful sight, though he doubts Luke would appreciate the compliment. ]
I won't be stopping today until we are both satisfied.
[ Considering Kleken has yet to fully participate, this doesn't bode well for the mercenary. ]
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In reality, he can't help but find something... almost romantic in the way Kleken watches his tentacles ravaging him. Those glasses do plenty to obscure the depth of his expression, sure, but it's how it feels nonetheless. He's slowly but surely molding Luke's insides just for himself, selfish and sweet—
His pussy feels nearly at its limit now, stretched until the soft bits of carapace that normally protect it nearly scrape against their invaders. It is, in this moment, the most incredible feeling he's ever been subjected to. His hand absently strokes the distorted, writhing swell of his belly, as fondly as a pregnant mother.]
Ggh... good.
[It bodes terribly for him, and it's exactly what he wants. Eyes slip closed as he exhales a sigh, only half-aware of the first, second, nth orgasm they wring from him. Everything becomes a blur of pleasure and movement, and his cock and pussy have no real synchrony to them before too long; the latter simply twitches and spasms incessantly around its burden while the former throbs and drips, occasionally slathering his gravid abdomen with slick-sticky spend that drips down his sides.]
Mmnh—fuck... more...
[The words escape him without an ounce of thought. And to be sure, his pussy is definitely at its physical limit—he can barely feel anything but the grind of suckers against his hole, and Kleken himself will be able to tell perfectly well that trying any more in that hole will end badly for both of them.
Luke doesn't care anymore, of course. He's too drugged and too out of it to worry about whether or not Kleken cares enough to keep him... safe in his discomfort; or maybe he just has enough trust in the conman to assume he'd gladly lay claim to every orifice he has access to, in search of "more."]
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[ And to even ask for more, after Kleken's so thoroughly fucked him through? ]
[ This was the time. ]
It seems you're finally ready for my eggs.
[ Every tentacle slowly pulls its way out of Luke until he's emptied of them, the conman giving him a few moments to realize that little fact before something new presses against that abused hole. Something rounder, with a similar bouncy texture as Kleken's tentacles but different. If Luke had been able to look down, he'd see a glimpse of shimmering blue orb the size of an egg, a dense gel layer wrapped around a milky looking liquid, before it starts to sink into him with only that bit of warning. ]
Take it in kindly. It's delicate.
[ Guided steadily in by Kleken's fingers and a slim tentacle wrapped around his hand, his face hovers over Luke's to drink in every microexpression the man might make as he finally begins to give him exactly what he knows the man wants. ]
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That's— [He can barely see it, gaze unfocused and lazy, but he has no complaints. Less still when that dense gel sinks in.] Ughn... what... what's inside it?
[He's not looking anywhere but Kleken now, though. Legs spread, he accepts the egg without complaint, head tipping slightly as he widest side fits snug against his cervix. Take it kindly, he says. Luke nearly comes again with the tight feeling, and does when it pops into his womb, hole squeezing against his fingers and tentacle. It's so good, he doesn't know what to do...]
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[ It's the vague sort of answer Luke would probably expect if he were in a more solid state of mind, and most certainly something Kleken won't ever clarify about if he could help it. There's nothing to observe about the egg either anymore, already swallowed entirely by Luke's eager pussy, guided in by Kleken's steady cool fingers and then his tentacle when it goes deeper in. He's almost impressed in some weird way by how easily it slides in, all the way past that second entrance where he loses touch with it entirely as it settles into its new home. ]
[ His free hand presses over Luke's abdomen, down on where his womb is as if trying to feel the egg through his skin. ]
Do you feel it in there?
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[it's a huffed statement, but he can't claim he actually cares. not when the egg settles in comfortably with a little guidance from that tentacle. it leaves him dizzy but contented, relaxing into the table.
... and then a hand presses over his abdomen and he gives an indignant noise, shuddering at the feeling. his face reddens a bit more, voice pitched with his embarrassment.]
Didn't—you just say it was fragile!?
[ah, but he can feel it. most certainly it's nestled comfortably inside his womb, gently bumping out his belly just a little.]
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[ That's a complete lie, there's no way that pressing down on Luke's womb from the outside was any better a tell than shoving his tentacles into the man and checking on that level. He'd simply wanted to drink in more of the expressions twisting on Luke's expression whenever his attention was returned to the gift Kleken had left inside of him. ]
[ The gift that's currently being duplicated in the form of a second egg being pressed against Luke's pussy, sliding up and down against the slicked entrance by a tentacle while Kleken smiles down at his prey-- bedroom partner, fingers moving to slide over slicked thighs and flesh to pause just over the egg. ]
It felt like it was lonely.
[ And just like he'd put pressure over Luke's abdomen, he begins to press his palm flat against the egg, pushing it into the other man. ]
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Lonel—
[He's already been stretched once, so the second egg slides in much more easily. Not without shattering his control and dignity first, though. A sharp noise cuts through the air as his body lifts up, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out between his lips as pressure gives way to blissful weight. Kleken would be forgiven for thinking he'd blanked it entirely for a moment.]
Haah... ughah... fuck...
[exceptionally slim bug man that he is, the second egg is enough to gently bulge out his belly. Just a little, nothing as severe as the tentacles had. And he's definitely lost all reason when it comes to shame or hesitation.]
Ggh... more... I don't want... them to be lonely... a healthy brood...
[... yeah, he's definitely broken right now. It's fine.]
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Hmm, you're right.
[ A shame Luke is far too out of it to hear Kleken so easily agree with him. Another egg appears in Kleken's fingers, deposited there by an ever helpful tentacle, and is slid into the bug man's eager entrance right after the second. Again and again, tentacles appear with eggs, until a full five eggs have been pushed into the mind-broken man, bulging his body in a way that Kleken can't help but to run his hand over from the outside, causing the eggs to shift inside of Luke as he does. ]
[ On purpose, of course, judging by the glitter of excitement in his eyes. ]
Look at you... you took them all so well.
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A third egg pushes in and his stomach bulges out unevenly with it, more and more until his belly feels achingly full and every breath shifts his womb's load just slightly. Fluttering lashes blink back the last of the overstimulated tears he's shed, and his gaze struggles to properly focus on the other man.]
Don't—mmngh—! [a hand slides over his gravid belly and he groans as the eggs adjust again.] You'll push them out...
[His legs are all but limp in the grasp of Kleken's tentacles too, body too keyed up and numb to consider any kind of movement. Not to mention his insides ache from their forceful stretching, and in his flickers of lucidity it occurs to him that he's going to have no choice but to let Kleken take care of him while he recovers.
At least enough to be able to walk.]
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[ And Kleken, the kind and thoughtful father figure he is... ]
[ Well, he's very much in the process of shifting their positions so he can keep Luke's legs propped open with his tentacles and start to slide his cock into that stretched and abused cunt, drawing in a slow inhale as he savors the feeling of sinking into him inch by inch. It isn't until he bumps up against that filled womb of his that he opens his eyes to look down at the mercenary, pupils blown with a flurry of emotions. ]
[ Most of them extremely unhealthy and tinged with possessiveness. ]
We'll simply have to make sure they stay tucked in there.
[ Does he mean to leave his dick inside of Luke or to push those eggs so deep into him they'd never be able to come out? ]
[ The latter, perhaps, as he slowly starts to pull his hips back, only to sink them forward again. And again. ]
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The rest of him is all but offline to anything but the pleasure of Kleken's cock warming his cunt, clawed toes curling in his shoes.]
Nnmgh... kle...ken...
[Ah... it feels so good. Hips pull back and fuck into him, and every time the eggs jostle a little more. At this angle, they're more apt to stay deep inside his womb, and once the last is fully clear of his cervix, that will start to relax and tighten.]
So full...
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[ Granted, none of that is actually Luke's fault. Kleken is simply a horrible person, chasing after his own interests and pleasures and sometimes, on occasion, pulling others along for the ride. Like now, as he builds to a steady rhythm that suits his taste, each rock of their hips together grants the hazy Luke wave after wave of pleasure. A hand- or is it a tentacle?- finds its way to pinching at the mercenary's nipple, then soothing it with massaging press, over and over to tease. To bully. ]
You... feel divine. So full of me, aren't you?
Enjoying every taste of me you're given.
[ He bucks his hips in more roughly, pushing those eggs about as he does so. ]
You adore how you feel right now, don't you?
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Not that he'd think it was literal, if he had the mind to think at all, but even so. The state he's in right now certainly feels apropos to a sailor adrift in endless sea, fully at the mercy of the tide and the waves. How long has he been like this? It's impossible for him to guess when Kleken's thrusts keep lighting up overworked nerves and dragging him further into the throes of... what, exactly? A prolonged orgasm maybe, or so many tiny ones in rapid succession that all coalesce to rip any fractured sliver of sanity he could grasp. Something—hand, tentacle, he doesn't know nor actually care—teases his nipple and his only recourse is to make a soft, wrecked noise.
Actually, that's about as much as he has left in him right now. Kleken speaks and his head shifts slightly in distant awareness, replies in whimpers and gasps. His skin feels like fire, and some indescribable sensation claws at every part of him, revived with every movement.
Does he adore this feeling? It's devastating. He hurts in ways he wasn't aware he could hurt, he's hot and shivering and helpless. He wants to hate it.
He wants to.
But as Kleken speaks, his voice slightly tremulous with his pace, he doesn't. As eggs jolt and shift inside his belly, Luke is forced to realise that for once, he's been fully taken out of his thoughts and worries and efficiency. That every pain is also pure pleasure, even as the thick haze of the aphrodisiac is starting to clear.
That's probably at least partially the persistent bullying forcibly rewriting things in his brain, of course. He shouldn't want this to continue, to happen again. Like, he really, really shouldn't.
Instead, he finds himself wondering how it would feel if he wasn't drugged out of his mind from touch one. There are ways to fit an encounter like this comfortably into his life anyway; a proper balance is important for everyone's health, he always says.
Never mind that there's nothing even slightly healthy about this.]
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[ But still he chases the high. Fucks into Luke like he owns him, which he greedily thinks he has for the past however long it's been. Uses his tentacles to widen the spread of the man's legs even further and lean over him so that the other can feel the full weight of his body and the thrusts into him. Pinches and tugs and massages over those nipples, tilts his head so he can bite at one and tug the other until they're as tender and sore as his cunt. ]
You- are perfect like this-
[ Releases inside of him with a low moan that's pressed against his chest, buried deeply in enough that his cock kisses against that abuse inner entrance and marking Luke over and over from the inside one more time. ]
[ Ruining him as Kleken's, for however long he might have him. ]
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No, not just overfilling him with tentacles and manufactured eggs, either. It's somehow more than that, as Luke's whole body twitches and trembles. It's in the glassy look in his eyes, the way his hands move to almost cradle Kleken's shoulders as teeth bite and fingers pinch and pull at his nipples. He's never thought that much about sex and pleasure—it has its uses, especially for a mercenary, and some of his experiences had been rather pleasant, but...]
I'm... I...
[seed floods his cunt and pulls a trembling moan from him, and in his delirium he almost thinks he can feel some of it pouring into his womb to comfort his new clutch. The conman's cock certainly sits perfectly to do so, if it were possible—Luke can definitely feel it every time his muscles spasm and the tip kisses his cervix.]
Ugh... nnn...♡
[He's thoroughly broken, at the moment. Clawed fingertips graze over pale skin as the bugman collapses onto the table, gaze unfocused, belly swollen and heavy. Luke may not be leaving in endurance under normal circumstances, but his body has nothing left to give now. He's a soft, supple, aching hole to be used at the other man's leisure. And really, given how badly he's soaked and how numb his cunt is, he can't even pretend he would care.
God, he's never come this many times or this hard with anyone else—it was true the last time, and certainly this time. It feels like he could sleep well for like a week right now while he incubates his babies.
Never mind that they're presumably not truly viable.]
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