[The other man maneuvers him with ease enough, following the warmth of it in spite of himself. It's more and more difficult to care about consoling himself for his poor choices—about anything beyond the searing heat permeating every inch of his skin and the tentacles that slip about his waist to maneuver him onto the table.
Truthfully, it all happens faster than he expected, too. No real attempt at squirming gets him anywhere but pressed back against the table, and his breath feels thin and uneven when the conman is quite confidently leaning over him. The tips of tentacles slipping beneath clothes only serve to rile him up, surely accidentally of course.
His leg doesn't have much in the way of it, at least—Luke had really only intended to undo his pants so they could get somewhere a little faster, so the press of a leg between his pulls a groan from the mercenary's lips, the textured swell of his cock plain.]
You—ggh. We'll... discuss it later. When I know what will be comparable. Don't... tease me. I feel... dizzy...
[ Yes, these are all accidentally, just like the way they start trying to ruck up Luke's shirt and tug down his pants. What clumsy, slippery little guys they are to do such things while Kleken and Luke are attempting to have very important negotiations. Negotiations that require Kleken to slowly yet mercilessly grind his leg between Luke's, pressing pointedly against that restrained erection of his. ]
I'm hardly so crude as to simply shove it in without proper preparation.
[ Which is actually Kleken's excuse to mercilessly tease someone over and over until they begged him to finally give it to him. ]
[ And Luke would be no exception to this, even with his request for the opposite. ]
[ He does finally pull his leg back if only to let his tentacles finish the work they started, getting Luke's pants down and off and out of the way so Kleken's gaze can shift down to look at what lay beneath in proper lighting. At least, they don't fling the clothing away and instead fold it neatly to set aside. ]
[slippery, distracting little things they are. Luke attempts to keep his mind on the conversation and the moment, aphrodisiac practically running off with it unhindered.]
You didn't seem to... have a problem with that... the last time—
[actually, he's not entirely sure he recalls their last encounter in full. Certainly he hadn't felt properly prepared when tentacles had breached his womb—but then, likely nothing could have properly prepared him for that.
His skin aches for more, too. Even when Kleken pulls his leg away to let the tentacles finish stripping him, it feels like nothing will ever be good enough—and separated from his clothes, it's clear just how potent Kleken's aphrodisiac is. Luke's nipples are already puffy and his pale skin is pink with arousal, limbs all but numb. Incapable of moving to affect modesty, much less protect himself from anything.
Between his thighs, of course, is that same textured cock—ridged and long, mottled with chitin, it's only passing similar to a "normal" aurorian's. His balls are certainly more visible leaning back too, gently bulging the slit everything retracts into, and his cunt glistens, slick and swollen and needy.
His own gaze turns away then, a surprising amount of embarrassment there in being looked at like this. It's not exactly the first time, but—]
... don't just stare. [inhale. Exhale. He can keep his head in the game, surely. Surely...] Just—do whatever you're planning to do to me.
[ Though he certainly hadn't acted like it, with how long they'd spent in that dingy room. Here though, with the gorgeously fascinating sight of Luke's most intimate areas spread out under the bright lights of the meeting room, Kleken absolutely planned to take his time. Enjoy and observe every inch of the man, and ensure that next time- yes he was already thinking of next time- it'd be the man seeking him out instead. ]
[ He's staring, of course he is, and smiles as he's caught and Luke tells him to stop. ]
Haven't you heard? One should always enjoy a beautiful sight when presented to them.
[ It's a spin off of a generic saying, one mostly meant to fluster Luke enough that he'll ignore Kleken's honest growing obsession with his body. Hands and tentacles alike move forward to touch once given 'the order.' Luke's nipples immediately fall prey to the teasing pulls and wet suction of tentacles, and a cool hand wraps around that hardened cock, spreading a thick liquid formed out of Luminatics to ease into a slow stroke. Another thin tentacles moves to tease at Luke's balls, slipping over them and curling against the sensitive pair. ]
[ Luke's cunt, however? Ah, that was for Kleken's mouth to press over and drag his tongue against, his curiosity too strong to let the man go... untasted like this. ]
[normally, he thinks he wouldn't be so embarrassed by the compliment. Something about the aphrodisiac, or something—even if that's not usually how they work. It definitely distracts him enough in the moment, anyway.]
That isn't—mnngh—!
[Oh, he'd asked for it, but that doesn't make it any easier to endure the way tentacles curl and pull at his nipples, leaving them wet and aching and his hips twitching. If he's honest, Luke rarely considered the uses of Luminatics under more intimate circumstances—so the thick liquid spread over his cock is ever more embarrassing; even moreso than the way thin tendrils cradle his balls. Lips part to say something then, only to be cut off by the sudden warmth of Kleken's mouth—
Instead, he gives a soft cry as that tongue slides over his pussy, fingers reaching for his hair just for something to hold. They still feel numb and barely responsive to his own demands, but this, it seems, he can manage.]
Wait—ughh... you don't need to—
[It feels so good though. Kleken's tongue soothes the burning ache just a little, and the mercenary finds himself relaxing into it all too easily. And to the conman's benefit, he'll find that Luke's slick is surprisingly sweet and mellow.]
Haah... not enough...
[He hates every word coming out of his mouth right now, thanks.]
[ He does need to, actually. Something in his very blue blood tells him that he needs to know what Luke tastes like down here, and it's a flavor that's far more pleasant than he'd expected to find. Pleasant enough to have him ignoring the hand in his hair, swirling his tongue over the outer edges as he glances back up at Luke with a dangerously hungry glint in his eyes. ]
It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]
[His tongue really is devilish, stirring up Luke's body as it swirls over the shape of him. Lashes flutter and his head tips back, arousal overcoming every ounce of reason.]
Don't open—
[fuck. His voice breaks as soon as Kleken's tongue dives in, saliva pooling at the downright addictive sensation. It's something he's never allowed a partner to do before... and it seems that was probably for good reason. Tentacles continue their teasing, sinking the mercenary into deeper depths, but it's the man between his legs that leaves him in ruin.]
Kleken...
[There's no warning there, this time. It's soft and pleading, voice rising a little higher as slick builds up only to be licked away. He has no right to be this good—]
Haaah... keep going—and I'll—hggh—!
[He'll cum, if his spasming muscles say anything. Free hand rising to his face, it's Luke himself who knocks the mask off, barely glancing toward it as it clatters on the table.]
[ The flavor Luke so generously pours into his mouth is pleasant, but the real treat is watching the man's reactions- feeling them with his tongue buried as deep inside as he can go. The thrill of seeing someone normally so stoic and unbothered reduced down to a twitching mess on the table from his tongue alone is almost as mind-numbing as Luke's orgasm appears to be. ]
[ He pulls back reluctantly, tempted to drive Luke through another orgasm with his mouth alone, but the clatter of his mask falling off has him curious enough to seek out the source. Then immediately lift his gaze up to Luke's face when he realizes what the cast aside object is as a cheshire-like smile spreads across glistening lips. ]
You seem more sensitive than last time.
[ Though his mouth is away, his fingers move to stroke over that trembling cunt, dangerously close to slipping inside as he continues to talk. ]
You must be quite eager to have me inside you again.
[His breath heaves as he winds down from that orgasm, thighs trembling still. That alone would be embarrassing enough, but the way Kleken smiles, lips still wet from his efforts, deepens the color on his cheeks.]
... you drugged me—mmnh!
[fingers spread his lips a little with every stroke and Luke's hips rise into it despite himself. The conman truly is unbearable when he gets his way, isn't he.]
That's... you know why. I told you... do what you're going to do, already.
[He does want something inside him, of course. Desperately, with the aphrodisiac running through his system.]
Ggh... every hole feels so... empty. Hurry...
[He probably only means two of them, but Kleken is free to take that as he likes.]
[ This is definitely why Kleken shouldn't be allowed to get what he wants. He's a terrible winner, not just in that he may rub the win into his opponent's face, but a win will always make him greedy for more. To keep pushing whatever arbitrary limits he's run into and take everything he can. ]
[ What more could he take, from someone already pliant and questionably willing underneath him? Someone actively asking to be violated in every orifice available? ]
[ Just his pride and sanity- ]
Ask nicely.
[ His fingers press a little further in stroke along a little more of those soaking wet walls that plead to be penetrated, but not enough to satisfy. Only tease and torment because of course that's what Kleken will do. ]
[He thinks he liked it better when he was tied to a chair. Instead, Kleken's fingers tease his inner walls and Luke's body shudders, thighs shifting a little further apart.]
You—
[He can't even find himself mad about it right now. It's desperation that the drugs bring to him, the unsatisfying stroke of fingers sending pangs of need through every muscle, soaking them with every movement.]
... haah... [It's a shaky rattle of breath, his cheeks and expression betraying the indignity of the words to come.] ... please. I can't stand it... I want them deep inside.
[His whole body feels almost numb with anticipation.]
Ughh... please... fill me thoroughly. [you bastard, he doesn't say.]
[ Unsurprisingly, Kleken would have been equally as charmed, if not moreso, if Luke had included that last bit he left unsaid. Hearing Luke say the exact words has him on quite the high, and the smile he reflects back is promising in the best and worst sorts of way. ]
I will.
[ Luke would get what he desperately craved, but Kleken would be oh so himself about it. ]
[ The two fingers on him finally press into his body. But they're not alone. ]
[ With them presses in a pair of tentacles, diving deep into the spread man and rapidly filling him with as much of their lengths as he can take. His fingers are pushed up against his inner walls as a result, and Kleken curls them further to stroke along inside of him while the tentacles writhe and wriggle. Stretching him out through overwhelming force, prodding with their tips against sensitive walls looking for the entrance to that forbidden (except not) chamber inside of Luke. ]
[ He did ask to be filled thoroughly, after all. ]
[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...]
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Right...
[The other man maneuvers him with ease enough, following the warmth of it in spite of himself. It's more and more difficult to care about consoling himself for his poor choices—about anything beyond the searing heat permeating every inch of his skin and the tentacles that slip about his waist to maneuver him onto the table.
Truthfully, it all happens faster than he expected, too. No real attempt at squirming gets him anywhere but pressed back against the table, and his breath feels thin and uneven when the conman is quite confidently leaning over him. The tips of tentacles slipping beneath clothes only serve to rile him up, surely accidentally of course.
His leg doesn't have much in the way of it, at least—Luke had really only intended to undo his pants so they could get somewhere a little faster, so the press of a leg between his pulls a groan from the mercenary's lips, the textured swell of his cock plain.]
You—ggh. We'll... discuss it later. When I know what will be comparable. Don't... tease me. I feel... dizzy...
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I'm hardly so crude as to simply shove it in without proper preparation.
[ Which is actually Kleken's excuse to mercilessly tease someone over and over until they begged him to finally give it to him. ]
[ And Luke would be no exception to this, even with his request for the opposite. ]
[ He does finally pull his leg back if only to let his tentacles finish the work they started, getting Luke's pants down and off and out of the way so Kleken's gaze can shift down to look at what lay beneath in proper lighting. At least, they don't fling the clothing away and instead fold it neatly to set aside. ]
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You didn't seem to... have a problem with that... the last time—
[actually, he's not entirely sure he recalls their last encounter in full. Certainly he hadn't felt properly prepared when tentacles had breached his womb—but then, likely nothing could have properly prepared him for that.
His skin aches for more, too. Even when Kleken pulls his leg away to let the tentacles finish stripping him, it feels like nothing will ever be good enough—and separated from his clothes, it's clear just how potent Kleken's aphrodisiac is. Luke's nipples are already puffy and his pale skin is pink with arousal, limbs all but numb. Incapable of moving to affect modesty, much less protect himself from anything.
Between his thighs, of course, is that same textured cock—ridged and long, mottled with chitin, it's only passing similar to a "normal" aurorian's. His balls are certainly more visible leaning back too, gently bulging the slit everything retracts into, and his cunt glistens, slick and swollen and needy.
His own gaze turns away then, a surprising amount of embarrassment there in being looked at like this. It's not exactly the first time, but—]
... don't just stare. [inhale. Exhale. He can keep his head in the game, surely. Surely...] Just—do whatever you're planning to do to me.
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[ Though he certainly hadn't acted like it, with how long they'd spent in that dingy room. Here though, with the gorgeously fascinating sight of Luke's most intimate areas spread out under the bright lights of the meeting room, Kleken absolutely planned to take his time. Enjoy and observe every inch of the man, and ensure that next time- yes he was already thinking of next time- it'd be the man seeking him out instead. ]
[ He's staring, of course he is, and smiles as he's caught and Luke tells him to stop. ]
Haven't you heard? One should always enjoy a beautiful sight when presented to them.
[ It's a spin off of a generic saying, one mostly meant to fluster Luke enough that he'll ignore Kleken's honest growing obsession with his body. Hands and tentacles alike move forward to touch once given 'the order.' Luke's nipples immediately fall prey to the teasing pulls and wet suction of tentacles, and a cool hand wraps around that hardened cock, spreading a thick liquid formed out of Luminatics to ease into a slow stroke. Another thin tentacles moves to tease at Luke's balls, slipping over them and curling against the sensitive pair. ]
[ Luke's cunt, however? Ah, that was for Kleken's mouth to press over and drag his tongue against, his curiosity too strong to let the man go... untasted like this. ]
[ It'd be a waste if he did, really. ]
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[normally, he thinks he wouldn't be so embarrassed by the compliment. Something about the aphrodisiac, or something—even if that's not usually how they work. It definitely distracts him enough in the moment, anyway.]
That isn't—mnngh—!
[Oh, he'd asked for it, but that doesn't make it any easier to endure the way tentacles curl and pull at his nipples, leaving them wet and aching and his hips twitching. If he's honest, Luke rarely considered the uses of Luminatics under more intimate circumstances—so the thick liquid spread over his cock is ever more embarrassing; even moreso than the way thin tendrils cradle his balls. Lips part to say something then, only to be cut off by the sudden warmth of Kleken's mouth—
Instead, he gives a soft cry as that tongue slides over his pussy, fingers reaching for his hair just for something to hold. They still feel numb and barely responsive to his own demands, but this, it seems, he can manage.]
Wait—ughh... you don't need to—
[It feels so good though. Kleken's tongue soothes the burning ache just a little, and the mercenary finds himself relaxing into it all too easily. And to the conman's benefit, he'll find that Luke's slick is surprisingly sweet and mellow.]
Haah... not enough...
[He hates every word coming out of his mouth right now, thanks.]
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It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]
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Don't open—
[fuck. His voice breaks as soon as Kleken's tongue dives in, saliva pooling at the downright addictive sensation. It's something he's never allowed a partner to do before... and it seems that was probably for good reason. Tentacles continue their teasing, sinking the mercenary into deeper depths, but it's the man between his legs that leaves him in ruin.]
Kleken...
[There's no warning there, this time. It's soft and pleading, voice rising a little higher as slick builds up only to be licked away. He has no right to be this good—]
Haaah... keep going—and I'll—hggh—!
[He'll cum, if his spasming muscles say anything. Free hand rising to his face, it's Luke himself who knocks the mask off, barely glancing toward it as it clatters on the table.]
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[ The flavor Luke so generously pours into his mouth is pleasant, but the real treat is watching the man's reactions- feeling them with his tongue buried as deep inside as he can go. The thrill of seeing someone normally so stoic and unbothered reduced down to a twitching mess on the table from his tongue alone is almost as mind-numbing as Luke's orgasm appears to be. ]
[ He pulls back reluctantly, tempted to drive Luke through another orgasm with his mouth alone, but the clatter of his mask falling off has him curious enough to seek out the source. Then immediately lift his gaze up to Luke's face when he realizes what the cast aside object is as a cheshire-like smile spreads across glistening lips. ]
You seem more sensitive than last time.
[ Though his mouth is away, his fingers move to stroke over that trembling cunt, dangerously close to slipping inside as he continues to talk. ]
You must be quite eager to have me inside you again.
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... you drugged me—mmnh!
[fingers spread his lips a little with every stroke and Luke's hips rise into it despite himself. The conman truly is unbearable when he gets his way, isn't he.]
That's... you know why. I told you... do what you're going to do, already.
[He does want something inside him, of course. Desperately, with the aphrodisiac running through his system.]
Ggh... every hole feels so... empty. Hurry...
[He probably only means two of them, but Kleken is free to take that as he likes.]
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[ What more could he take, from someone already pliant and questionably willing underneath him? Someone actively asking to be violated in every orifice available? ]
[ Just his pride and sanity- ]
Ask nicely.
[ His fingers press a little further in stroke along a little more of those soaking wet walls that plead to be penetrated, but not enough to satisfy. Only tease and torment because of course that's what Kleken will do. ]
[ Because what he means is beg. ]
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You—
[He can't even find himself mad about it right now. It's desperation that the drugs bring to him, the unsatisfying stroke of fingers sending pangs of need through every muscle, soaking them with every movement.]
... haah... [It's a shaky rattle of breath, his cheeks and expression betraying the indignity of the words to come.] ... please. I can't stand it... I want them deep inside.
[His whole body feels almost numb with anticipation.]
Ughh... please... fill me thoroughly. [you bastard, he doesn't say.]
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I will.
[ Luke would get what he desperately craved, but Kleken would be oh so himself about it. ]
[ The two fingers on him finally press into his body. But they're not alone. ]
[ With them presses in a pair of tentacles, diving deep into the spread man and rapidly filling him with as much of their lengths as he can take. His fingers are pushed up against his inner walls as a result, and Kleken curls them further to stroke along inside of him while the tentacles writhe and wriggle. Stretching him out through overwhelming force, prodding with their tips against sensitive walls looking for the entrance to that forbidden (except not) chamber inside of Luke. ]
[ He did ask to be filled thoroughly, after all. ]
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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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