Sinful Writing/Reblogs

               “Fuck, Remus,” Logan moaned out lowly as one of Remus’ tentacles ensnared him in their grasp.

“That’s kinda the plan sweet cheeks. Gonna fill you so full of my eggs,” Remus stated, which gave Logan a moment to stop it immediately. He only gave a low nod before Remus grinned, “good. You’ll look nice and full with my clutch.” It was the only warning Logan got before the oozing tentacles ripped the clothes from his body.

He glared at Remus for a split moment before those same eyes rolled back, one tentacle pressing against his front while another pressed into his mouth, effectively gagging him. “What was that?” Remus cooed to Logan condescendingly, “you’re gonna have to speak up.” He cackled as the tentacles lifted Logan enough for him to easily reach the other. He didn’t yet touch him, rather enraptured in watching the other writhe against the one pressing against him. Remus knew it wouldn’t take long for his aphrodisiac to set in, but he did like listening to Logan whine, already so different from his usual “perfect” state.

Remus hummed, summoning some lube onto his fingers. He gave no warning before roughly sticking them into Logan, causing a shocked cry from him. Remus laughs once more at his reaction before slowly prepping him to take the thickest tentacle. It was one Logan liked to challenge himself to take often, but they couldn’t be too careful, not with multiple clutches to come.

Logan pressed back desperately against the fingers prepping him before moving to get more friction. He gasps out a whine when that tentacle moves away. “Tsk, tsk, and I’m being so nice to you! We can’t let the fun end to soon!” Remus reminded him, removing his fingers just as the tentacle moved back to angle correctly.

Logan’s body goes taught like a live wire when it first presses in before his eyes roll back and he moans low and loud.

“There we are!” Remus snickered, pulling the one in his mouth away. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Logan’s only reply was a dumb little nod.

“Good! It’s only just begun!” He stepped back a moment before the tentacle started at a rough fast pace, “oh yeah, they’re not up to the foreplay today. You probably don’t need it anyway. You’re already so hard! You’re going to be so overstimulated, but we both know you love it. Don’t ya, dirtly little slut?”

He couldn’t manage a response, not with the tentacle hitting every sensitive spot. It was all so good but not enough.

“I can’t wait to see you filled again. You’re gonna be so full and rounded, even if for a few minutes. I wonder what shape they’re gonna take this time. Will they be blue? Or green? We’ll see,” Remus shrugged as he continued to watch the scene before him. It was a beautiful sight, and symphony. Soon the other would be begging him to cum and to be bred or filled. He always tried to stick out for that long. It didn’t always work. Couldn’t help that his little slut was so hot.

Logan choked as he felt the clutch just against his entrance. “Yeah, you feel that? Soon it’ll be in you. Nice and warm.”

“Please.”

“Don’t worry, soon.” Remus reassured, moving to gently take Logan’s cock in hand, giving it a few quick pumps as he spoke, “you don’t have to beg me to cum. You know you can. I like making you cum till you pass out. Or till I’m coated in it. Ooo that gives me an idea for next time,” Remus wiggled his shoulders just as Logan arched with a cry, cumming over Remus arm. “There’s the money shot,” Remus snickered and licked some of it off his arm.

“They’re coming too!” He warned Logan as the eggs slowly deposited into his body. A low overstimulated noise left Logan as he squirmed slightly. “Enjoying it? I bet they’re pressing nice against your prostate right now, slowly expanding the area. I wonder how big your stomach will be,” Remus pondered as he pressed a gentle hand on Logan’s stomach. “Wanna measure it again? You wanted to last time.”

Logan nodded his head, panting, desperately trying to catch his breath despite the slight pleasure still being given. Though, once the full clutch had been given, and Logan a few more orgasms as an afterthought, Logan was placed carefully in Remus’ arms and carefully sat down. “Ready for the last part?”

“Measure,” Logan reminded.

“Righty,” Remus summoned a tape measure and carefully measured just how big Logan had gotten, beaming with slight pride, “a bit bigger than last time. Now, you gotta either desummon em or push em.”

“Desummon,” Logan stated, feeling overwhelmed already.

“Aw, okay,” Remus pouted before desummoning the eggs. “You did well though, taking my clutch like that.”

“Mhm, I need a shower.” Logan moved to get up.

“Eugh, shower,” Remus complained but picked Logan up nonetheless, “did you have fun?”