Off The Edge of the Map

The warm, kind winds of spring brought with them a sense of excitement and eagerness. With the last vestiges of winter finally melting away, you knew it was once again safe to venture into the dark forest. As safe as it could be anyway, but you knew the rumors; terrifying monsters lurking in its depths, travelers and hunters going missing to never be heard from again. Of course you knew they were more than just rumors, and that’s exactly why you went into the first despite the warnings. 

You weren’t some kind of thrill seeker. You weren’t some hero that faced the dangers of the forest for honor and glory. No, the truth was much simpler than that, and much more wholesome. 

You were in love. 

Out in the deepest part of the forest, where history had become ancient and forgotten, laid the remains of a keep. Stonework left to the forces of nature that had been abandoned to erode away into nothing. Living among them, deep in the empty crypt-like chambers was your beating heart. Connor, he liked to be called, the name of the man he once had been as well as the only thing such a creature like him could be called. Yet despite his monstrous appearance hidden behind the veil of human mimicry, he had a kind soul fueled by a love for all things beautiful and a burning curiosity that knew no bounds. 

Winter had been long and all the colder without being able to see him. If the forest was dangerous normally, winter hardened that edge and turned it into a veritable killing machine. While the fanged and clawed denizens of the forest were hibernating or migrating to warmer climates to look for prey, it was freezing cold and disorienting snow that turned it into a labyrinth of death and despair. Sure you may have been brave enough to slink through the trees during other seasons, but winter made it impossible. 

So it stands that a full season had passed, about three or so months without being able to see Connor. Three months without being held; without hearing his voice; without his bubbling enthusiasm for his gardens and the animals he had seen that day…it was far too long and your heart ached– yearned for even just the silent presence of him. You never truly realized how much you loved him until the option of seeing him was taken away, but now it was spring, and you rushed to get ready and venture out. 

Wearing a pair of thick pants and boots with a simple cotton shirt you were ready for your excursion. Bringing with you a sturdy and finely made leather pack inside which was a surprise you had picked out for Connor. A few actually, but one of them in specific you were excited for above the others. Pulling open the flap of it, you checked to make sure everything was in place. Of course you knew it was, you had packed it days ago in preparation for this morning, but your anxious nerves screamed at you to check anyway; to make sure things were perfect for today. 

Finally you set off into the forest, following the same, travel worn path you had taken so many times before. Though the winter had changed it a bit with fallen trees and drastic changes to the now-budding brush and trees, you knew where you were going. It was a long trek, and the sun was almost directly above you when you eventually pushed your way into the clearing where the ruins lay undisturbed and unchanged. 

A small gasp escaped you as you looked around at the ruins- not only had it looked completely untouched by the harshness of winters, the flowers were still in bloom and looked just as vibrant and bright as they always had. Approaching slowly, you marveled at the thriving gardens, unsure how Connor was able to manage such a feat. You were sure it had something to do with his extreme knowledge of magic, as even the most skilled farmer couldn’t keep crops or flowers alive and untouched by winter like this.  

“Connor?” you called out, trying to pull him from wherever he was hiding at the moment. There was nothing but silence as you carefully stepped around the multitude of flowers. “Connor, are you here?” 

The lack of an answer didn’t worry you as you knew Connor was around somewhere, and since he wasn’t out in the gardens he was probably somewhere in the ruins or the labyrinthian catacombs beneath. You had asked to go down there with him once, to see where he was living, but he was always resistant to it and said that it wasn’t safe. After the first few times you stopped pressing the matter, content to spend your days and night with him out here beneath the sky. 

Deciding he would come out when he was ready, you crouched down near one of the gardens. It was a smattering of purple and white, a group of flowers you didn’t truly recognize but had seen blooming in the light of the moon. Connor loved them; truly he loved all flowers and animals, but there was something about these nighttime blooms that brought him the most joy. 

Reaching out you brushed one of the petals with your finger. It was soft, but only for a moment. Quickly it began to dry and wilt before your eyes. You pulled away in shock, guilt flooding through you as you watched the white bloom turn brown and lifeless before you. Whatever magic that had been keeping it alive was interrupted by your touch. 

“Spare the dying is a delicate spell.” Connor’s voice swept up from behind you causing you to stand and spin to face him, fighting the instinctual urge to step away from him. No matter how much time you spent with him or thought about him, his appearance never failed to startle you. 

His seven foot frame towered before you, robes black as night adorned with thin gold chains attached to his wrists from a gleaming golden collar. The robes were open at the chest, exposing his alabaster ribcage and the mass of darkness therein. Two of his arms were crossed in front of him, bony fingers tented in a gesture of pensive contemplation while the other two adjusted his robes slightly as he regarded you with the twin pin-pricks of light from his bare, white skull. 

Your heart pounded at the sight of him,  the initial fear giving way to excitement and love. As terrifying as his outward appearance was, you knew Connor was kind, soft. How many nights had you two spent talking about things like nature and beauty, about his dreams and desires, about your own hopes and wants? How many times had you fallen asleep in his arms only to be awoken by him gently calling your name and guiding you back home? Still, he was terrifying to behold when you weren’t expecting him. 

Moving forward he knelt down beside you, his attention on the wilted flower. Pushing his skeletal hands into the earth he pulled the plant out by the roots and shook off the dirt that clung to it and slipped it into an unseen pocket somewhere in his robes. “Even in death, things have their uses.” His voice vibrated softly, for a moment you were worried he was upset at you for disrupting his spell, but as he placed a hand on your shoulder your fears melted away as his voice floated over you, “I have missed you, my sweet.” 

A shudder ran through you, a powerful effect from the combination of his touch and his words. The winter had been far too long, and all the colder for his absence. Leaning into his touch, you remembered a time when his appearance and the touch of his bony hands was so strange to you, frightening even; back when you first stumbled upon this glade you had been lost and terrified, hunkering down among the ruins for the night. The terror you felt when Connor first spoke to you, revealed himself…and now there was nothing but love for him. It had been his gentle heart that won you over– his love of beauty and life despite his affliction of undeath. He may have the appearance of a monster but inside was a beautiful soul. 

“I was worried the winter would be hard on you…but I’m so relieved to see you’re alright, and the flowers!” You exclaimed happily, looking around at the gardens full of blooms among the rubble.”I was certain they would die from the cold.” 

“I had the self-same worry. Thankfully I had nothing but time, and every day I simply made sure to apply a small bit of magic to each bloom, preserving it from the cold for a few days before having to reapply it.” There was a sense of pride in his voice as he explained how he overcame the bitter, cruel cold of winter. 

“But what about you? Did you stay warm enough? I was so worried you were cold and miserable out here all along.” You gave him a concerned look, placing your hand on his as it rested on your shoulder. His hand bones were cold and rigid yet you found such comfort in the feeling. 

“I have a few comfortable places deep within the ruins that I’ve turned into havens against the weather and would-be dangers…still it isn’t safe for you down there, my dear. Not yet.” He explained as if anticipating your next question. You couldn’t help but feel a small pang of disappointment, but it quickly faded as you remembered the bag at your hip. 

“Oh! I brought you some things!” You exclaimed excitedly, pushing yourself to your feet and pulling the bag around in front of you. 

The first thing you pulled out was a small packet of seeds you had collected over the winter– various seeds from flowers and plants that might prove to be something Connor liked. You weren’t sure exactly what the mix contained, but as Connor took the small pack he excitedly began to poke through it. There were ways for him to determine which seed was which, he had plenty of books and magic at his disposal so identifying the little things wouldn’t take too long, but he would save that for later. 

“Oh my, thank you. This is lovely!” He gushed excitedly, “I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know we were to be exchanging gifts…” You could tell he truly felt guilty about it, but you gave him a reassuring smile and shook your head.

“It’s alright, I just missed you and wanted to get you some things that you might like.” You explained, diving back into your bag as you fished for the next gift. Connor continued to poke through the little bag of seeds happily, holding up one in front of his ribcage as he regarded it curiously. Finally finding the gift, you pulled it out of the bag and presented it to Connor; a small elegantly carved horse figurine. Returning the seed to the bag and stowing it away somewhere within his inky-black robes, Connor plucked the figurine excitedly. “Such a little friend.” He said, his voice quivering with unbridled excitement. “Did you make this? It is lovely.” His skull was turned towards you as he spoke, a polite gesture. You knew that Connor himself existed within the skeleton’s ribcage, the bones around it were more or less a puppet, still it made interacting with him easier. 

“Oh, no, I wish I did. I found it in a shop near my house and thought it was cute.” 

“Wait, I have one more gift,” you gave a sly smile as you pulled the final item from the bag. A light blue dress. “This one is special, but…would you turn around while I get it ready?” 

Connor didn’t respond verbally, instead regarding you with the soft hollows of his faux-eyes. Then, giving a gentle nod, turned away, crossing both sets of arms in front of him as he waited patiently. Taking care to be as silent as possible, you set aside the pack and gift and began to pull off your clothes and boots. Stripping down in the middle of the crumbling ruins. A slight thrill ran through you. Being naked outside like this, there was something invigorating about it, but you didn’t let it distract you from your task. Picking up the gift, a bundle of cloth, you carefully unfurled it and slipped it on. Making small adjustments here and there so it sat just right over your curves. 

“Okay…you can look now.” Your voice was soft, almost shy. How long had it been since you’d worn something like this? It wasn’t very practical given your penchant for exploring out in the woods and the constant mud that covered the streets, but you knew Connor would like it and, hopefully, like you in it. Turning around Connor faltered for a moment, stunned from the very sight of you. It was a simple dress, made from material the blue of the summer sky. The neckline dipped a bit to reveal the smallest bit of cleavage, but was tied shut with a simple lace. The sleeves just barely covered your wrists, each ending with the smallest frill of pure, white lace. There was no slip, so it hung down around your legs lazily, but with a lackadaisical grace that accentuated its simplicity and only added to the beauty of it all. 

“Do you like it?” You asked softly, the burning in your cheeks telling you just how much you were blushing. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly, but you really wanted to look nice for him, and give him something special. No one else had seen you in a dress since you were a kid and your mother had been the one to tell you what to wear, and despite the various men and women that had shown an interest in you back home, you always just politely dismissed them. For Conner, however, you wanted to do something unique. 

The only answer he gave was the feeling of his hand against your cheek as his other arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a firm, comforting embrace. Your face buried in his robes, you breathed in the forest and dirt scent– the smell reminded you both of a lovingly cared for garden and a freshly dug grave, the essence of nature and earth. In the time you had spent with Connor it had quickly become your favorite smell. 

“Connor…” You breathed softly, clutching his robes and leaning into his embrace, “I love you.” It came out softly, barely a whisper of a breath. His arms tightened around you, holding you as though if he let go you might float into the sky and out of reach. You could have stayed in his arms forever, breathing in his scent and listening to him talk about magic and plants– this was your paradise. 

Breaking the embrace was an act of loathsome necessity, because despite every inch of your body craving nothing more than his touch– his closeness, it was impractical to stay entangled like this through the entire day. Still, you slid your hand to his, lacing your fingers together with his own to keep that meaningful connection you craved. Warm flesh laced together with cold, unfeeling bone– love transcending the cold embrace of death and finding root here amidst a spring garden growing among the ruins of an old keep. 

Connor’s undead form towered beside you as the two of you walked hand in hand through the ancient ruins. Warmth from the Spring sun poured over the pair as the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air. There was a certain tranquility about it all; walking hand-in-hand with your deathless love among all the new life of spring– preserved through the winter with Connor’s magic and caring attention. The same attention that was now on you, another winter bloom for him to love and care for. 

The thought sent a flush through you, settling in your cheeks with a warmth that rivaled the sun’s own. One of Connor’s hands alighted on your back as you continued your walk, his touch was so light you didn’t notice it at first, but with each step he seemed to grow more confident and spread his fingers across the small of your back as if simultaneously holding you and ushering you along through the gardens. 

This was how you spent a majority of the day, walking between fragments of the ruined keep while Connor showed you all the various gardens and the blooms he had been tending to. The thought of him out there among the ice and snow, carefully and delicately applying magic to each and every flower to ensure their life through the harsh cold grip of winter was incredibly endearing. Of course, what else was such a creature like Connor to do through the cold seasons? Surely he didn’t spend every moment in the gardens. 

“Is this all you did through winter?” You asked with equal parts curiosity and amazement. 

“Hm? Oh, no. I had other projects as well. I mostly tended to the flowers during the day, from sunrise to just after sunset, then during the nights I withdrew back into the intact places within the keep, making sure they were sound and stable. I’ve spent a lot of time cleaning to be certain…you would not believe the state some of those rooms are in,” he paused for a moment, looking around at the remains of the one great work of architecture, now only a ghost of its former self. “Or…perhaps you would.” 

“I would still love to see it sometime…the inside of the keep I mean.” You asked quietly, turning to look at a path of soft blue blooms. “I know, but it is not safe yet. Every day I feel the walls shift and the floors tremble, as if the keep itself is tired and slowly falling deeper into its sleep– surrendering to its despair… Even with my magic there is only so much I can do to keep it alive. And if it were to succumb while you were inside…” His voice trailed off into the spring air, leaving behind it the ghost of his intended message. 

“I understand,” you began, leaning into him. “I appreciate your concern and love you all the more for it.” 

“All life is precious, even down to the unassuming flower.” It was a weird sentiment coming from a being of undeath, but perhaps that made it all the more poignant, “I love you too, in ways I do not know how to explain.” He ran a skeletal hand across his skull, as if thinking of   a way to put all the emotions and complicated intricacies of love into words. 

“There is no need to,” you began, “I know what you mean, and even I can’t put it fully into words, so I hope simply saying ‘I love you’ is enough for now.” 

“Simple things are oftentimes the best and most beautiful.” He explained, bending down to stroke the white, velvety petals of a small flower at the edge of one of his gardens. 

So the day carried on, light bleeding from the sky as the afternoon faded into evening. The two of you had ended up near the edge of the ruins, sitting on a blanket you had pulled from your bag. Connor stared into darkening hues, the red pin-pricks of light in the hollows of his eyes indicating where his focus was; it seemed like he was somehow looking beyond the sky itself and into whatever lay beyond.

“Can you see them yet? The stars.” He asked, lifting a hand to point up into the grand expanse. Your eyes followed to where he indicated, but couldn’t see anything beyond the darkening blue. 

“No, not yet, can you?” The question seemed silly, but Connor wasn’t just anyone else though, a being of magic and undeath unlike anything else you had ever seen in this world. Perhaps he could, perhaps he could see so many things you couldn’t even comprehend, and the only way to ever know would be to ask such questions, strange as they might sound rolling off your tongue. 

“Yes, or perhaps I think I can. Perhaps the memory of their place in the sky is simply burned into my mind and I see them as they are even when they can’t be seen.” Oftentimes when he answered your questions there was a strange, cryptic tone to it. Being one of those times, you decided not to push, and instead just stare into the sky alongside him. 

A few moments of silence passed, and a question nagged at the back of your mind. Something you had considered in the late hours of the night when you were alone and various needs inside you made the void in your bed feel all the more empty. It was a question of a more personal nature, and even allowing it to sit in your mind brough blush with embarrassment. 

“Connor,” you started, sheepishly, “do you ever…think about sex?” You felt him shift beside you, his skull turning from the stars-beyond-sight to look at you, though he didn’t say anything, instead regarding her with those tiny red pricks of light silently. “I have…about you I mean.” You continued, blush burning through your cheeks as you finally admitted to your desires out loud. It was one thing to admit them silently to yourself in the middle of the night when you were twisted among your sheets with nothing but the moon to witness your burning truth, but it was wholly another thing to say them outloud to the object of your desire. 

“I am a monster, little one.” Idly his bony fingers danced along the thin gold chains that adorned his robes while he spoke. “My fantasies involve chasing and hunting, capturing and taking.” His tone darkened as he leveled his gaze at you, voice rumbling with ominous intent, “This creature you see before you is a predator. I hunt, I claim, I take– but there is this side of me as well, the side that loves you, desires moments like there beneath the endless sky. Moments of gentle peace.” The rumbling faded, leaving only Connor’s voice hanging in the evening air. 

There was a moment of silence, a beat of contemplation while Connor considered his next words white you digested what had already been said. It was true that Connor wasn’t human, or if he had been it was once a long, long time ago. Whatever he was now, this creature that you loved so dearly, it certainly didn’t have the same view of sex that you did. 

And yet, he admitted to fantasizing. 

All that meant to you was that there was hope of intimacy, of carnal pleasure to be shared with him. That was more than enough for you to at least try and see where this path led– to what heights shared intimacy with Connor might elevate you; however, his words rang in your ears. Warnings of a beast that hunts, love with tooth and claw. Perhaps that wasn’t so bad– he wasn’t a normal man, at least not anymore, and perhaps it might be a good experience to wade into the darker waters of fantasy and pleasure. After all, if you had been wholly and only interested in the tamer and safer side of life then you wouldn’t be so infatuated and in love with this hulking eldritch creature. 

“Would you hurt me?” The question was soft, barely cutting through the tension in the air as you spoke. 

“Never on purpose, not unless you wanted me to.” There was a hesitation in his voice, the slightest of uncertain tremblings. “But you need to understand, if these chains come off and I lose sense of myself…then I can’t promise anything.” 

Those thin gold chains he had been fingering while you spoke caught your attention not for the first time. You had thought they were just decorative– adornments to his attire to indicate something or other, but there was more to them than that. It had been a conversation before winter had set in. How had he phrased it back then? Enchanted chains that suppressed the darker side of himself– something like that. Is this what he meant? What was he without them? 

Reaching out you ran a finger along the golden seals that kept Conner sane. The thin strands of enchanted metal that kept not only yourself safe, but most likely much of the world. You were sure that if he was set loose, it would take an army if not more to halt his mindless rampage. Such a delicate thing holding unstoppable back terror and madness. Sliding your fingers along the chain, you gripped Connor’s hand, looking up at him with eyes softened by understanding and love. 

“I want you, and…I want it to be something you want too.” It was your turn for your voice to tremble, whether from fear or need you weren’t sure. 

“I am unsure, little one. I would hate for you to become…scared of me.” It shocked you how vulnerable he sounded. Normally he was always so certain and so sure of things, but this was completely different than how you’d seen him, and somehow endeared him to you all the more. 

Slipping your hands under his robes, your fingers delicately traced around the gentle arches of his ribcage, teetering oh-so-close to the dark mass within– the physical presence that was the true Connor. You always wondered what it would feel like to touch him, the real him, but were uncertain that it would be a good idea. Still…he let you this close and that showed his unyielding trust in you. 

“How about a compromise?” You asked, eyes wandering over the curves of his ribcage, following the trail of your fingers. “You can chase me, hunt me, claim me, but if I somehow manage to elude you and get away, we do it my way.” Your eyes flicked up to him, the slightest of smirks on your face. “Will you do that for me?”

A shudder ran through Connor, tingling your fingers as they continued their tentative journal along his ribs. The tremble faded and you wondered what was going through his mind, but you decided to remain silent and let him take his time to think. Besides, you were having fun with your own explorations. 

Your hands slipped downwards, playing and dancing along the curves of his pelvic bone, marveling at how smooth they were. Nothing like what you had expected, despite how smooth and polished the bones of his hands seemed to be. Perhaps it was the magic that kept the skeleton together, you weren’t sure. It didn’t matter, you liked the way it felt. As you continued to wait for his response you pressed your body closer to his, acutely aware of the thin dress and his robes being the only thing separating the two of you. 

“If you are sure, and it would give you pleasure, then I would be happy to do that for you.” His voice thrummed as he spoke, clearly excited at the idea for his own reasons. “My way first, and if you get away, then yours…if you aren’t too exhausted after.” 

“What do I need to do?” A rush of excitement ran through you, eager to experience whatever it was Connor was going to offer you. Still, you were nervous– how could you not be? The two of you had never done anything like this and it was hard to stop the butterflies in your stomach as you thought of what was to come.  

“Run.” You could only describe the sound as a growl, something deep and primal. Giving you a final, reassuring hand on the top of your head he pulled away, taking a few steps back and turning towards you. In awe you watched as from beneath his robes long, black tentacles unfurled. Each slithering and thrashing about in excitement as the twin red stars in the skull seemed to stare through you with a chilling intensity you hadn’t felt before. With the strange, haunting sound of rattling bones, you watched as Connor’s posture and demeanor changed. Getting down on all six limbs like some skeletal beast, his skull kept its attention fixed on you, sending another chill down your spine. 

He had given you time to run– he did say he liked the chase. Deciding not to waste any more time you turned away from him and fled into the forest, ignoring the part of your brain that screamed about other threats that might be waiting among the dark trees. If anything was out there, you doubted it would be as dangerous as Connor was. Even if there was, you had faith that even in the midst of your play, Connor would be there to protect you if something were to happen.

But for now, you ran. 

You weren’t able to run as fast as you could have, carefully picking your way through the underbrush and fallen tree here and there. There was a playful grin on your face as you put distance between yourself and the undead hunter– a grin that remained until you heard the howl. It was terrible and seemed to cause the trees themselves to shake. Your mind rattled at the terrible sound, each of your thoughts quivering and shattering as fear took over. Nightmares swept in to fill the void your thoughts had left behind, replacing them with images of horrible monsters, gnashing teeth, and voiceless screams loud enough to shake the moon itself apart. 

Whatever playful attitude you had towards this hunt drained from you, and fear urged your legs faster. Your muscles burned from the effort and speed you tried to coax from them. Trees passed by you in a dark green blur as you tried to gain as much space between yourself and the ruins as possible. You didn’t know where Connor was, and after that terrifying howl all you could think of was to get away. 

Not daring to risk glancing behind you, not wanting to see that he might be on your heels, you continued to run. Your chest and side were burning from the effort– still you persisted. Somewhere behind you Conner was chasing, hunting. Even if you didn’t see it you could sense him somewhere nearby, scrambling towards you. 

Movement in the brush behind you caused your stomach to drop. You dared not turn around to hazard a look, but from the noise and how it approached you, you knew it was Connor. Your legs burned in defiant protest as you pushed them to carry you faster, trying to put as much space between yourself and your pursuer. 

Hooking a sudden right, you hoped the change in direction would throw him off, confusing him enough to put distance between the two of you that you might be able to hide or get away; however, much to your chagrin, the maneuver was in vain. No sooner had you made a break for the new direction did you feel something whip around your ankle, coiling hard around it like a snake. With a sudden jerking motion of the thick appendage you found yourself suddenly upside down and suspended in the air. 

Thrashing against the grip of the tentacle, you were too focused on breaking free that modesty was the furthest thing from your mind. Being dangled over the ground caused your dress to fall around your waist, exposing your lily-white panties and the soft expanse of your thighs and plush cheeks of your rear. Even though you didn’t notice the exposed situation you were forced into, it didn’t stop another tentacle from slipping around your waist, gripping you tightly. Instinctively your hands grabbed at the thick rope-like limb and pushed at it– clawing and fighting to get it off you. If you could just get feet on the ground you could run again, you could get– the thought was cut short by an unseen tentacle plunging into your mouth, interrupting the screams you didn’t realize you had been making. 

A shudder ran through you as you felt it squirm and fill your mouth. Despite the intensely alien feel to it, there was something oddly…pleasant about it. Where the tentacle touched your lips, tongue, throat– even the inside of your cheeks were tingling with a pleasant warmth. The invading appendage pressed against the back of your throat, its tapered tip reaching further back than anything had been in your throat before. Bracing yourself for the oncoming gag, you were surprised when it didn't happen. Whatever the strange, oily substance that coated the tentacles was, it clearly had some kind of numbing effect. You could feel your throat relax around it, which you were thankful for– gagging seemed like a way to make this situation even worse. 

You felt more of the snake-like appendages around your wrists and legs– at this point you weren’t sure how many there were. Moving you through the air, the tentacles brought you closer to Connor’s skeletal body. Of course you didn’t realize it until you opened your eyes, seeing him before you, the red lights glimmering in his skull as he looked at your suspended body. Despite his lack of facial expressions there was a dark sense of satisfaction emanating from him– an aura of lust and desire that seemed to cause the air around him to tremble and ripple with its intensity. 

Connor’s image blurred through the tears that welled in your eyes– an unfortunate side-effect of his tentacle that was rammed down your throat. There were so many tentacles touching you that it was overwhelming. You could feel one snaking across your stomach towards your chest and slithering between your breasts, another trailing up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh towards the heat that lay between them, and still another slipping beneath the hem of your panties against your butt and against your smooth skin. There were so many more gripping you, caressing you, that you couldn’t pinpoint all of them– but to be fair your attention was focused on only a few in specific– namely the one in your throat, the one against your chest, and the one teasing your thighs. 

Despite the overwhelming evidence that you had in fact lost the bet at this point, there was a strange sense of calm that washed over you. All the fear and adrenaline that had been coursing through your veins just moments ago was melting away as you sank further into Connor’s eldritch embrace. After all, you had wanted to be intimate with him, to give yourself to him. This is what he wanted  and you accepted that. Though this acceptance seemed to come easier than it should have, given the adrenaline pumping through your veins just moments before. Perhaps it was some kind of effect of whatever the oily coating on the tentacles was. A calming and numbing concoction that relaxed you and made you more accepting of the situation- maybe even enjoy it. 

An unwilling moan rumbled through your throat, but no further, thanks to the tentacle lodged therein. You felt your arousal blooming- a warmth smoldering through your body begging to be coaxed into a blazing inferno of passion and desire. Connor seemed to know exactly what you needed– what you yearned for. As if in answer to your silent pleading the tentacle between your thighs pressed against the fabric of your panties, forcing itself into your warm opening if only just a few centimeters, held back by the vigilant guard of your stubborn underwear. 

A rumbling filled the air as the tentacles began to quiver. It was impossible to tell if it was from the pleasure they were getting from using your body, or perhaps from the frustration of being prevented from getting deeper inside you. Still, the sensation was simultaneously terrifying and exciting. The notion that something wanted you so badly it grew frustrated and impatient. 

With a sudden, powerful thrust you felt your panties tear as the tentacle battering rammed its way through the fabric barrier and plunged deep inside you. In that single motion, it filled you entirely with a divine and strange feeling of squirming and thrashing inside you. Stroking your inner walls in unexpected ways as it pushed deeper still into you. The oily substance that coated the tentacles numbing what discomfort there was from being overly full and the pressure against your cervix. In fact, it seemed to make everything all the more pleasurable and you could feel your cunt throbbing around the alien intruder. 

Another moan tried to work its way up your throat but was choked into a muffled whimper around the thick trunk of the tentacle that seemed driven to work its way into your stomach; however, due to the strange, slippery substance that Conner’s tentacles had pushed into your system, there was no discomfort or pain at all– in fact any panic or fear that once had seized you had subsided altogether, leaving behind nothing but the want, the pleasure, the unyielding desire. 

You felt the tattered panties pulled away from your skin as a tentacle coiled around them, tearing them as easily as tissue paper. A thick appendage pressed between the plush cheeks of your ass, a shiver running through you as its length slid over your exposed asshole. It didn’t take long for the tentacle to slip downwards, trailing its tip through the luscious valley of your ass before pressing the tapered tip against your puckered entrance. With a sudden, surging thrust it buried itself inside you, impaling you to your core. There was a moment of pain as your tight hole stretched around the trunk of the appendage, but it faded quickly with the aid of the substance from Connor’s tentacles. Instead you were left with the burning pleasure of feeling too full, and an unyielding need for more. 

As if feeling your need, the tentacles began to writhe and piston in your holes, fucking your mouth, pussy, and ass vigorously. There was a need you could sense through the actions of the tentacles, the way they impaled you, dug deep into the center of you– craving the deep warmth of your body. Each of your used holes clenched and spasmed with the overwhelming pleasure as the tentacles thrashed inside you. It was all too much– yet somehow not enough. 

Prying your eyes open you glanced at Connor, his skeletal form mostly exposed as the tentacles spilling from his rib cage pushed aside the fabric of his robes. It was then you noticed the strange swollen bulges in the tentacles– each slowly moving along the thick appendages and growing closer to you with every thrust and motion. You weren’t sure what they were, and you didn’t have the presence of mind at the moment to consider it, for every time you tried to focus your eyes onto one of the bulges, the overwhelming waves of pleasure seemed to break any concentration you might have been able to muster. 

It was all too easy to forget about them, to let your body melt once again into the embrace of the snake-like limbs as they explored and fucked every available hole. The texture of the tentacles– the smooth top half and the textured underside lined with suction cups, only served to draw more shuddering waves of pleasure through you as they seemed to stroke and rub and assault every sensitive spot in just the right way. 

Your stretched holes began to throb and twitch, your orgasm swiftly approaching. Every muscle seemed to tense in anticipation of the white-hot release that was so close. The relentless thrusting and twisting of the tentacles inside you seemed to take no mercy on you, and soon you were once again thrashing against Connor’s steely grip, but not out of a desire to escape, but one of burning, unyielding pleasure as your orgasm tore through. It was too much, and you felt as though you might lose your grip on reality itself as your unfocused eyes rolled upwards. 

Soaring through the endless sky of pleasure, you were still acutely aware of how his tentacles were still using your body– now limp from the intensity of the orgasm that had left your muscles all but exhausted. The oversensitive sensation of your cunt and ass bringing you more and more pleasure, despite it being too much. Normally this would have bordered on the verge of pain, but with Connor’s strange effect on you it was more intense pleasure that seemed to pierce through every facet of your body and mind. Even the swollen bulges of the tentacles pressing against your impaled ass and cunt didn’t draw the concern they had when you first saw them. 

Slowly you could feel yourself stretch around these strange bumps as they pushed past your openings and inside you. Each bulge that stretched your ass or cunt causing another-mini orgasm to course through you like a shock. It wasn’t until after the second or third one you realized how full you felt, and instinctively you understood what was going on– Connor was laying eggs inside you. 

The thought sent a thrill through you, and as you were stretched over another of the eggs a more intense orgasm coursed through you like a shock, spurred on by the idea of being used and filled with eggs. You could feel them inside you, heavy and pliable, but most certainly stretching the walls of your womb, cunt, and ass. Much to your shock you were saddened he hadn’t forced any down your throat– what would that have felt like? You shivered at the thought. 

Slowly the tentacles began to cease their movements, content to simply remain inside you while their eggs settled into place. You weren’t complaining, just having them there was sheer bliss and you were certain that it would be more than enough to make you cum again if you had been given the chance; however, after a few moments the tentacles lowered you back to the ground, withdrawing back into Connor’s chest cavity. 

You could hear him moving towards you, his robes rustling against the foliage. You looked up at him to see him crouch down beside you and run a bony hand across your forehead. “You did such a good job, my love.” His voice was sweet and brimming with pride. 

“I love you, Conn-” your answer was cut short by another spasm of your body, and you could feel the tensing of muscles in your abdomen foreshadow what was happening. Too weak to move or fight against it, you let out a loud, shaking moan as you felt the first of the eggs push its way from your womb into your cunt, pressing against your inner walls as your body forced it out. Your cunt stretched around it as it was pushed out and onto the forest floor. 

“Oh fuck…” You managed to choke out, looking up at Connor with wide eyes. Another spasm rocked you as you felt the eggs in your ass begin the same journey, stretching you wide as one birthed itself onto the ground. It felt so intense– so good. Reaching out a hand you gripped Connor’s robes, groaning at the pleasure of being stretched as one after another each egg pushed its way out of your body to join the rest on the ground between your legs. 

How many had it been? How many times did forcing out those eggs make you cum? You weren’t sure, it had been impossible to count. Your mind was foggy and every part of your body pleaded for rest. From the running and intense fucking, you doubted you could stand, let alone walk back to the ruins. Still, you clung to Connor’s robes, and in another moment you found yourself in his arms, cradled against his chest as he carried you effortlessly back to the ruins. 

“But…the eggs.” You said weakly, fighting against the exhaustion that was begging to pull you into sleep. You couldn’t count the amount of time you dreamt about this. To fall asleep in his arms, to be carried by him– held. 

“Don’t worry yourself about those. They will not hatch.” There was a sadness in his voice, though you were too tired to say anything more about it. “Sleep, little love. We will talk more tomorrow.”