& let slip the dogs of war (meeee :33)

Everything shook around you- alarms blaring, metal creaking as your ship was crushed under the Leviathan’s jaws. There was no escape for you. The horrible thing was blocking your hatch, trapping you like a hamster in a ball. 

Outside, in the murky depths, glowing blue eyes glared down at you with bloodthirsty glee. A glint in its eye signalling it knew you were pinned, that it had you completely cornered with no way to slip past the claws that caged your only way out much like prison bars. Any attempt to escape would net you a one way ticket to its exposed, gruesome stomach. Your nose scrunches seeing the grotesque insides spewing its digestive fluids over the hatches glass.

You're suddenly knocked back into the glass windshield of your seatruck after a particularly violent launch, the alarms screeching mournfully as the damage piles on… and you finally sigh with exasperation. You really could not deal with his bullshit right now- this was only meant to be a brief visit before you'd head back to the surface where you belonged.

“Alright dude, cool it! Too far!” You rapped briskly on the window, then escalated into outright banging the palm of your hand into the seatrucks roof when you weren't heard, causing the creature outside to flinch. The shaking ceases all at once- and you're endlessly grateful for the silence as you shake the shock of pain from your wrist. Maybe you should have been gentler… ouch…

Your world starts to spin as you're rotated, loud clacking rattling through the ship as his claws adjusted their grip. The smug face of the number one pain in your neck soon comes into view.

Shadow Milk, the Shadow Leviathan mer that you've had the displeasure of meeting. And, the very creature who loves utilising your incredibly-annoying-to-repair ship as a stress ball.

“What's got you so worked up now, Milk? Normally you save the brutilisation for when I have to leave, not when I’ve just gotten here.”

One giant, nastily clawed hand presses into the glass, his beady, inverted eyes focused so severely on you you'd think he'd gladly scoop you up through the glass if he could. He must be bent quite awkwardly if he's still clutching you with his stomach claws and showing off his ugly mug to your cockpit.

He gives you one, long winded whine that reverberates through the entire ship– and your very bones, by extension. The pitch was strange, and inhuman, and never failed to give you shivers.

You're glad that, so far, he hadn't made any serious attempts to eat you. Till now? You think?

But the whining doesn't really give you any explanations as to what's up. It's all strange, hes not normally so violent right off the bat even if he DID have an ugly temper.

The moment you'd steered your ship into the depths of the Crystal Caves where he resided, your seatruck had prompty been bashed into a wall. He'd headbutted you! Hard enough to instantly reduce your ship's durability status to 70%. The meter displayed on your dashboard a handy estimation of how much more abuse your ship can take. A timer of how long you've got left to calm down this overgrown sea monster.

It didn't sound like a whole lot of damage, provided he'd bumrushed you into a stone wall, but you'd gone all out on the "reinforcements" because of how violent he is. You rather enjoy having a method of transport, thank you very much!

Anyhow, he'd just about given you whiplash from the impact! Feeling like a walnut he was trying to crack open for a tasty treat, your head span as you listen to him whine and chuff– a sound you'd learned was a demand for you to leave the ship.

But… for so many reasons, that was a terrible idea.

Again, this was meant to be just a short visit so he didn't end up too antsy in your absence and end up being even more of a handful. If you left the seatruck now, there was a very low chance you'd be able to get back in within a reasonable amount of time. He had a bad habit of dragging it away once you got out… so you were forced to spend time with him, till you pleaded that you'd run out of air if you didn't get back to your ship.

Most times, he let you, albeit being concerningly unworried about your imminent suffocation.

He just wanted to play. Drag you into whatever new game he'd come up with. And he had alot of time to come up with games. Being an apex predator didn't really net you much time for socialising, so you were the only contact he'd had with another creature that didn't involve killing and eating them.

Such an eccentric mind belonging to a hulking, sleek Leviathan was strange.

The games didn't always make sense to you, as unfortunately the language barrier made it very hard for him to communicate what he wanted you to do. A few times, he'd presented you with a few assorted crystals, and you'd taught him some games you knew from Earth. Like Go Fish!, funnily enough, based on the color of the crystals rather than their face.

One thing you did teach him though, was charades, which ended up being very good practice when it came to interpreting him. How he saw the world, that he saw most other creatures as complete trash… or a delicious meal, it depended on what fishy hologram you showed him on your PDA. A little tablet that he was quite frankly enamored with once you'd first trusted him enough to not destroy it with his grabby hands.

Sometimes, if you needed a break from him crowding you, you let him watch videos on it. It was quite a sight seeing such an eerie monster be just as enraptured by fancy lights as a toddler.

You'd taken the opportunity during charades to teach him lots of concepts from Earth, as well as with the help of the PDA you'd gotten him to a pretty… tolerable state. But you couldn't deny that he wasn't a human, and he'd never be one.

I mean… his diet was incredibly inhuman. On a good day, he could eat up to a ton of meat he hunts while you're not present. He seems to take a while to digest it all, and he ends up with a large pudge below his mouth after terrorizing the local ecosystem which you cant help but find adorable. A few times, he'd tried to feed you the brutalised shreds of a poor fish he'd caught.

And ended up adding 'gagging' to his growing encyclopedia of human behaviours. He used it very liberally to describe other Shadow Leviathans that encroached on his territory relentlessly.

“I can only be here for a little while, Milk. You know I have important things to do– you know it’ll keep me safe from your acid if I can figure this out.”

You'd been looking into a solution to neutralise the acid that constantly drooled from his stomach, something that he lamented was uncontrollable. It was pure luck that your suit protected you from the corrosive effects, but it stuck like glue and one bad accident would dissolve you down to a pile of bones.

Unfortunately… now, your whole seatruck was covered in it from this recent bout.

Alarms blared as his claws crunched down. Even his ever-present smile had dropped. Not entirely though, since you're pretty sure he physically can't completely close his human mouth. The corners of his lips had turned down just slightly… but it was only more ominous when his backdrop was the endless gloom of his cave.

"I'll be right back down to see you the absolute second I find something that'll help, I promise. I'll even bring you down something new to play with! How about some new fish you haven't tasted before? Even a toy, I'm sure I could fabricate something for you to crunch on… that isn't my ship."

He grumbles again, the alien tones rumbling through your ear drums. Clearly, he hadn't paid attention to anything you'd just said.

Instead, he seemed weirdly focused.

His head lolled back slightly, eyes going glassy and unseeing.

Was he sick? You'd never seen him look like this before, so hazy, mouth opening lazily to show off razor sharp teeth.

Another bout of ship abuse started… atleast you thought it was, until you just sort of… rocked awkwardly. Hardly enough to sway you. Rhythmic, reminding you of how your lifepod on the surface lazily bobbed over waves.

Sickness was a possibily–injury didn't seem very likely, since he seemed so untouchable. Plus, he'd seemed aware enough initially, and no blood clouded the water. So a pain-fuelled rampage was crossed off the chart.

You were pretty stumped on what to do. I mean… you were worried. Despite everything, you still liked him alot. You found him and his antics quite cute, honestly. His personality kept you coming back for more, despite the risks.

The seatruck lurches more powerfully, and you have to steady yourself with a hand as it grows more severe.

Trying to orient yourself, you look around- at the exposed wires that would surely zap if you if you got too close, and the fact that your front window was now empty. He'd shuffled away, leaving you bewildered as to exactly what he was doing. I mean, the ship didn't seem to be taking damage anymore atleast, and his mouth had shifted upwards, leaving you room to peer outside- albeit, still trapped, as the teeth still reached quite far down his stomach.

It's hard to not accidentally bump your nose painfully into the glass as you shuffle closer to it, the cyan of his stomach so noxiously bright you couldn't see yourself in the glass.

Normally, he'd let go when you told him off. Albeit, with alot of sulking. But now, it was impossible to read what he wanted at all! You physically couldn't leave since he was blocking the way out, so why was he whining so much? Surely he was smart enough to realise you literally couldn't get out.

The exit was still encased within his stomach claws, but at least it wasn't a direct trip into the belly of the beast, so you eased it open with a clank. Cool water rushed to fill your space. You didn’t plan on climbing out, since you'd probably just end up crushed to death by mistake. You did need to see what was going on, though. 

“Miiiilk, come on. Let me see your face?" You try your best to lilt your voice in what you hoped was an encouraging tone. Unfortunately, your mask muffled you quite alot.

You crouch as you called, clutching onto the sides of the hatch as you nearly slip and fall right out. It was hard to keep a proper footing when you're being bounced up and down alongside the ship.

… eh?

Something felt a little different about the hatch, a strange feeling slipping against your fingers. You tried to shift your hold to the outside, but only found a fistful of whatever had touched your fingertips. It felt cool, like you’d expect the outside of the ship to be… but it was more slippery, with more give. Almost like cartilage. Is it a part of his body? Did one of his claws get caught?

He definitely sounded like he was in pain– a shuddering chuff sounding the moment you’d grabbed the claw. Somehow, it’d been wedged right against the lip of the hatch, sliding against it back and forth along with his rocks. You could barely see it from this angle. 

You… were a little worried it was one of his teeth trying to saw past the hatch, to be honest. Sure, he’d never taken the opportunity while you were outside with him, but maybe he’d decided you’d make a tasty snack while you were gone. There’s plenty of stories of exotic animal owners being eaten by their own pets… although, you suppose he wasn’t so much of a pet than…

A begrudging friend.

(He wasn't really that bad but you’d like your shit destroyed less thank you very much!)

Your hand slipped along it, feeling the tapered shape and finding the surprisingly sticky, thin end. The entirety of your hand was coated in an instant… shivering as you realise it’s probably more of his copious stomach acid. You’d have to remember not to accidentally get any inside your suit, otherwise you’d be paying for a little more than just a bit of titanium for repairs today!

It was- malleable? When you pulled on it just barely. You gave a little squeeze, then tugged it away from the hatch side. Then, it promptly wrapped itself around the entirety of your hand like some fucked up alien handshake. You curse aloud at the unexpected slithering feeling, trying to yank your hand back but it had already coiled itself up your wrist, forearm and entered the ship. 

What the fuck is-

The thing squirmed against you, grip strong no matter how hard you pulled. It was so disgustingly slippery, probing at your body and smearing its slime all over you. 

It beelines for your face, and your reflexes are the only thing that save you from a facrful of this weird tentacle– catching it by the midsection and having to use the full strength of both arms. You’re holding it aloft, looking at it with disgust, trying to figure out exactly what was going on and really wishing you had your knife right now. 

… the rocking had stopped, so clearly it was part of him.

But you haven't seen something like this, an appendage so pale it was almost transparent with a hint of blue blood pulsing underneath. It shuddered in your hands, grinding itself into you like a spoiled cat…. Oh.

Shit- you’d read the Shadow Leviathan database entry ten times over trying to figure out what the hell he was, with the human torso and all. You knew it like the back of your hand. The headbutting from earlier. It’s a damn mating response. He’s treating the seatruck like it was some adversary barring him from his mate. 

You stand up gasping as you realise. Another one of the tentacles had slid up from the hatch while you were stunned dealing with the first, quickly seeking out your ankle and coiling itself around it. 

“Thats actually fucking gross dude?! Get those things out of my ship!”

You groan in disgust, kicking your leg to dislodge the newcomer and gluing yourself to the wall farthest from the hatch– the front window, it just so happens to be. It’s almost impossible to keep your cool as two cocks blindly seek out your warm body. They slide against the contours of the ship, feeling it out as they quickly honed in on your location. God you’d really kill to have that knife!

“Go get your rocks off somewhere else?! I’m sure theres plenty of hot fucking- I dont know, Shadow Leviathan girls out there!”

A prickling of fear zaps through you, your prey sense going haywire as a shadow behind you looms. The forgiving glow of your headlights were blocked by the one subjecting you to a situation so debauched. You turn fully, placing your own hands where his press into the glass. His expression… lips parted, showing off needle sharp teeth and the most terribly attractive flush you’ve seen in your whole life.  

Teary, panting. The sight of him is… alot, so much so that when both cocks find you, you only shudder. Even as they press between your thighs, slipping along your stomach. 

You glare at his dumb, pretty face.

“You know, on my planet you’d be arrested in a heartbeat for doing something like this.”

But… despite everything, you didn't stop them. Tear them away as you should and give him a piece of your mind. Instead, you glanced down with a shaky breath that misted your breathing mask as one tip curls against the underside of your chest. Everything logical told you it was a bad idea. That you shouldn’t be encouraging this at all, and it’d only put you in extreme danger. His whole body is designed to be danger! There's no way you’d ever be compatible.

But… with the neutralising solution…

Gods, could it really be that bad when hes apparently so eager? There had been no time for personal time on this accursed planet, with no end in sight and every day was a fight for your survival… maybe it couldn't hurt to indulge him.

So, when his enthusiasm grew and his strength offset your balance enough to make you stumble, you leaned into it. He selfishly rutted himself against you, barely stimulating at all.

But god the sheer arousal you felt, feeling how slick and strong he was, was making up for it tenfold.

Your cheeks pressed against each other through the glass, every single eye he had trained on you– yearning to touch you, to hold you within his claws as his cocks worm their way inside you. He was delirious from his need, nuzzling his cheek into yours despite the glassy barrier. Your own side grew foggy as tiny sounds forced from your lips. Every hump against you brought a new, growing shock through your body.

The whole ship rumbles with his pleased chuff, snuggling against the glass. His cocks grew more adventurous, one sliding up along your neck making you flinch from the surprising sensitivity. The other found the raised peak of your nipples through your suit, teasing it and smearing its precum over it until it dripped down your midsection. 

It curls in on itself, trailing down your stomach while you shuffled and leaned your hips into it, head suddenly feeling too heavy to hold up. Atleast, until you felt the tip start to get a little too friendly between your thighs.

“Oh- wait-!”

There’s no way that'll work–!

Your suit is your only mercy, as it presses itself into the seam of your cunt, feeling the give and cruelly pressing itself against it. Directly against your hole. 

You gasp, wincing at the sudden spearing pressure. 

“That’s really not gonna work!”

His whine in response is actually pathetic, drawn out and reedy, and the digging pressure worsens until it becomes outright painful. You huff and have to yank him away from you when you realise he wasn't going to stop trying to tear you apart on his cock. It was hard to keep a hold on him, the thing violently trying to wriggle back to its new curiosity. You had to grip it so tight your knuckles turned white, and it leaked from the tight constrict. 

You don't know what he expected, really. He was so much larger than you. There was no way penetration was possible…

The tip of him was pretty thin, though… maybe if you prepped beforehand. And made sure he didn't get too frisky. With how prehensile those things were, they were hard to keep a hold of. 

You suspected he’d be too impatient to let you prep  yourself around him– and when you had his stomach acid to worry about, the last thing you wanted was to be caught without the protection of the neutraliser OR your suit.

He’s watching you intently, pupils dilated as you gently squeeze him within your hand, using the other and encircling his squirming tip. It was a little hard to pump him effectively like you would with a human dick, with how squishy and malleable he was. But he was slippery enough you could easily wring him like a sponge– and he definitely flooded enough to justify the comparison. 

It squelched wetly between your fingers, pale blue slick billowing out from between them.

He was definitely loving the handjob more than you did giving it… being covered in his pre was unpleasant at best. It was strangely cold, and each downstroke made rivers of it dribble down your forearm. You’re nearly knocked off balance as he thrashes with every stroke, cock trying to wrap around your hand almost romantically.

Something slippery against your mask makes you recoil, and you have to snap your mouth and seal your lips shut before it can slip inside. That sneaky fuck!

It practically slathers itself against the seam, fighting to get inside even as you shove it away. There was no way you were letting him go that far!

He relents after you pinch him. With nails. The sound he made reminded you of a wounded animal… and you didn't even feel bad. 

Once your mask was no longer being threatened despite Shadow Milk’s indignant whines, you wonder exactly what you can do with his second cock…

It’d be a real shame to not put it to work with how excitable it was. 

You tentatively lower it, his eyes on your every movement and visibly growing excited when he realised you’d let him back between your thighs. His tip immediately squirms for your hole, but you dont relent and yank it back to where you wanted it. Instead, you force it to press to your front, encouraging it to circle against your clit.

He obliges after an encouraging hum, watching slack jawed as your hips start to circle against the fluid stimulation. The soft, slick texture was delightful, and each roll brought your edge closer. 

You clench your thighs around him, mirroring his own shuddering whine, starting to grow disjointed in how you milked the cock in your hands. It was hard to keep up with how much bigger they were then you, jostling you along with each wanton thrust. 

Precum beads heavily at the tips, clouding into the water. The one you held curls up in what you could only read as delight. It thrashed in your hand, stuttering in its movement as it grew hotter. Your stomach aches along with him, the one between your thighs growing rapid in its attentions to the poor little bud. Each pulse forced you closer, till you could barely stand. 

Metal screeched in agony around you– his grip tightening relentlessly as his body tensed up. He gave another harsh pulse, two fat globs of pre trailing down your hand and squelching directly against your covered clit. 

You quickly lost control of him as his excitement peaked, one cock fucking your weak hand like it was a pussy and the other burrowing between your thighs seeking out the real one. You can barely react, pushing them together in a futile effort to stop him from continuing his desperate attempts at actual sex. Your leg kicks from the bite of overstimulation. It was torturous, suddenly being subjected to so much at the Leviathans' needy whim. 

Everything comes to a peak, insides starting to clench with a slight feeling of horror accompanying.

Oh no he’s gonna cum inside the ship.

It was too far gone for you to react, the bottom cock bringing itself to completion by grinding against your lips, coming to a shuddering stop as both swell. 

His squeal resounds through your skull, the most human-like sound you've heard from him yet. Its cadence pops your eardrums, the sudden sensory overload leaving you reeling. He's pressed his weeping tip directly to your cunt, stripes of heat coating you. It squirts out thicker, in much higher quantities than any human could muster. 

You're fighting the last shocks your own orgasm while his own pools at your feet, grimacing as one foot comes up sticky. The seat behind you had also been coated in the stuff, and you just knew it was going to be an absolute pain to clean. You might aswell just refurbish the whole interior at this point… gosh, it got everywhere!

Meanwhile, Shadow Milk had completely crumpled outside, smearing his cheek against the window as his cocks spurted out a few last droplets courtesy of you helpfully grinding your thumb into the wet tips. He reaches for you, looking weirdly distraught that he couldn't touch you through the glass.

"Mmm. Okay. Come here, round to the hatch."

He disappears faster than you can track, a terrifying thought, and his worn out cocks receed back to… wherever they came from, since you normally couldnt see them. Once again, your world turns as his grip shifts along your ship much like a centipedes legs, till his excited face pops into view in the hatch. He reaches out towards you with grabby hands that do not fit the creature that had basically humped your ship, and you, by extension.

You approach him slowly. There's a clearly irrational hope he'll pick up on your behaviour and be gentle, but instead his claws quickly sink into your forearms and you find yourself quickly swaddled in his arms. Water rushes around you in a swirl as he pulls out of the hatch and into the open water.

You approach him slowly. There's a clearly irrational hope that he'll be gentle with you, as his claws reach for you the moment you get close enough. Luckily, you were ready, and dodge backwards before they can hook into your arm. But… you weren't completely safe.

The ship kicks from his sudden lurch, the world slowing just slightly as you fell forwards- right into his range, where you quickly felt pinpricks dig into your shoulder, dragging you through the water like a fish he'd caught for an afternoon snack. You find yourself swaddled in his arms, grip firm enough that you couldn't wriggle out of it. As you felt water rushing around you in a swirl as he pulled his body out of the hatch, you knew it was unlikely you'd be getting back in any time soon.

Somehow, it was gentle in his own right. Yes, you felt the threat of claws against your skin, even his human body larger and stronger than yours, but you knew exactly what he could do. He'd rended metal without a thought, held you captive when whatever hormonal mess inside of him became too much.

And now… he pressed his cheek into yours, a long dark tongue slithering out from his teeth and teasing at the silicone that kept it sealed– frowning slightly when you turned away and fixed him with an unimpressed look. But, you couldn't resist him when he was being so uncharacteristically tender like this, and smoothed your hands through the spiderweb of wet hair that billowed out behind him like a shadow.

He giggles when your fingers get caught in it, briefly shaking his head to help you free yourself.

"You're not going to be forgiven so easily, you know."

His smile fades for a brief moment. Before he leans in, eye to eye with you and teeth seperating menacingly. His tongue flicks at his teeth, like he was aching for a taste of your flesh.

…

Then he licks all over your mask again.

"Oh gosh, why?! I can't see now!"

All you can hear his his shrill laugh as you blindly try and fail to push his head away.

He's the Shadow Leviathan found in the Crystal Caves- a Shadow Milk Leviathan! A SUPER big boy, he can easily wrap his whole body around your seatruck and then some. Often holds it in his teeth, since he likes when you struggle to try and escape.

Second mouth sort looks like an eye, and is more of a deeper blue than traditional Shadow Leviathan's. He does have hair, and he's quite protective of it, actually! He's spent a long time growing it out, and enjoys how it flows behind him. Thinks it makes him look more intimidating.

His Shadow Leviathan body grows from just above his hips, connected to the top of the Leviathan's skull. The normally black skin has a bluish tone, but otherwise looks much like a standard Shadow Leviathan. The eyes are also blue, instead of orange. 

He has 2 brains! One controls the upper body one controls the lower, and the eyes on the lower body are functional.

Genitals are positioned just below the stomach opening, in between the two legs before the last. Two thin, almost transparent hemipenes (tip is the size of your pointer and index fingers together) that tapers significantly, so a good portion would be able to fit comfortably inside a human. Very long and prehensile.

He is an absolute menace with them- likes when you get embarrassed by them being out. Imagine, you’re trying to hang out with him & they're just… right there. He acts like it's nothing and you assume it's just a normal thing for fishies but hes getting off on it soooo hard. 

Technically cannot hear, he does have ‘ears’ but they aren't functional in the same way ours are, although he does learn to express through them. Primarily, the ears are sensitive enough to pick up vibrations in the water. The teeth surrounding his stomach are also particularly sensitive to them. He can pick up on speech by associating the vibrations with your words.

His 'human' bodies spine is SUUPER flexible, significantly more flexible than most humans. You can find him in some pretty fucked up poses because of this.

Trying to pierce his skin would be like trying to pierce leather. Strong, thick, you'd need something sharp and long to actually get through… and at that point, he'd likely have torn your arm off and eaten you. So maybe don't try?

It's very fun to scratch though. Scratch his spine, or just next to his outer teeth/claws? He's yours forever. He often grinds himself against sharp crystal beds (ie, the kind that would feel like trying to walk on glass) but often can't hit the spot he needs. Your little human hands would work wonders!

Although, you might have to use your knife to do it… I don't think he'd be able to feel your nails.

Sensations in the Shadow Leviathan body are incredibly dull. He actually gets quite anxious to let you touch his human body because it's so much more sensitive than the rest of him!

But he'd quickly delight in being able to feel you with his claws more indepthly.

Absolutely will trap you with his legs just to feel you directly against the teeth. You’re very lucky that your suit shields you from direct contact with his digestive fluids. As long as there's no contact with your bare skin without any sort of acid neutraliser, you're fine.

His upper bodies mouth is mostly useless, connecting to a social stomach. 

Headbutts your ship all the time esp during mating season. Would hump the poor thing all the time. He just gets frustrated about the barrier between you two. Doesn't exactly know what a ship is, but you're inside it. So he'll grip onto it with his claws and watch you panic about him quite obviously mounting you. Like 90% of your hull damage is caused by his shenanigans.

Bonus points if you can see what he's doing in the rear view mirror. You'd best hop out and say hello to him before your ship gets crushed to bits- he can get a bit enthusiastic, you see.

Will sheepishly bring you random scraps after an episode of Ship Defilement… whether it's actually useful is the question. 

Has a stash somewhere of a couple cool things that has caught his eye. Some are man-made, but you're unsure if hes actually met a human before, since you crash landed here alone, and you couldn't recall any recent flights to this area of the solar system.

Looks through your windows all the time and tries to scare you as you leave the hatch. Sometimes he'll try and stick his human body inside, but you normally dont let him since he's so unpredictable. (he's absolutely tried to stick his dicks through before aswell, you had half a mind to slash them)

Suuuper bioluminescent. He can light up entire caves by himself, and its absolutely gorgeous reflecting off the crystals. Of course, as a predator, he can dampen the glow if he needs to be sneaky. He unfortunately abuses it to ambush you.

Will get surprisingly insecure if you try to stab, slash or shoot him. Won't speak to you for days if you grav trap him. Although sometimes it's really necessary as he's prone to getting destructive from his emotions spiraling.

Becomes absolutely enraptured with play any sort of show you play for him. ESPECIALLY PLAYS. Musicals, any of the sort. He's addicted.

He starts trying to act them out with you… although it's a bit awkward when he's 5x your size.

He's an absolute bitch when you first meet him, as you might guess. He's still Shadow Milk afterall… and this ones got a hulking alien fish attached to him! Relentlessly grappling your ship after you first enter his territory, slamming it into walls, biting and clawing at it before tossing it away after shredding a wire zapped him.

As he's shaking off the pins and needles, he finally sees you exit the seatruck for the first time. The tiniest little human (you're tiny no matter what to him, all he knows is that you're similar to him!) looking so fearful glancing around for the Leviathan that was trying to turn you into it's next meal.

Heavily noncon piece involving a reader who was transformed into a humanoid slime by Shadow Milk & is used as a sentient sex toy~!

Original context came from a discussion within @/cookies-after-dark's server!

Shadow Milk and Black Sapphire using you together… they’ve got you pinned helplessly between them, using you violently. You were squished almost flat, each heavy thrust compressing your hips like jello. It was nauseating- feeling yourself contorted in ways that shouldn't be physically possible.

Shadow Milks squirming tentacock was relentless against your walls, distending your stomach outwards. He’d awakened a fascination for stretching and bending you in ways that just felt wrong. The only mercy was that you felt no pain in this form, at least from being stretched. Both men had penetrated you at once, Shadow Milk taking the front and Black Sapphire at the back… which should have been insanely agonising- if you weren’t a slime.

You hadn’t been human for… several months now. You couldn’t pin exactly how long. A time where you’d been put through hell- kept like a pet, and filled with so much fluid you’d long since lost your transparency. Cum, slick, squirt, your body took it on like a sponge. Even being slippery hadn’t saved you from being caged, and fucked whenever one of the Deceit Trio felt like it.

Even your trusted friend, Pure Vanilla had taken advantage of you. A miserable night that you didn’t like thinking back on.

You’d begged endlessly to be turned back, that anything was better than being reduced to a sex toy… but that wish had quickly dissolved when Shadow Milk had gleefully informed you of the consequences you’d incur.

Everything your body had absorbed… it wouldn’t just vanish into thin air. Your stomach, your womb, several days worth of semen and god knows what would fill you in an instant.

If you got pregnant, especially by one of them? You wouldn’t survive.

And so, out of sheer fear, you acquiesced and remained as a slime.

Unbeknownst to you however, it put an idea into Shadow Milk's head.

What if he did turn you back?

Black Sapphire was vicious, digging his teeth into your jellolike throat, snapping his hips into you just to hear the wet slap ring out. You felt like you’d melt. No, evaporate, before they were finished with you. He lapped at the indent that quickly faded, before pausing for a minute as something pinged in his head.

He knew that glint in Shadow Milk’s eye. His master had a plan, something fun for sure.

They both gripped at your hips, growing more and more vicious from rising excitement… it was becoming miserably easy to dissociate when you were being used like this. Let all feelings dissolve away in apathy, bask in the tiny sparks of pleasure that sparked up and pretend you were someplace else. Perhaps, you could imagine you were between two people who actually loved you, respected you, instead of a living plaything.

But strangely… Something felt different about today. You couldn’t pin it down- your body felt as cold and jiggly as ever. Quickly, the different feeling spread, starting at your fingers like static.

Heat grew, and the feeling of being stretched open past capacity grew. Were you less stretchy all of a sudden? More solid?

The heat was deceptively comforting, like being dunked into heated water, till all at once the cold slime that formed you converted back to warm skin and hard bone.

Your stomach flipped.

Oh my gods somethings really wrong.

You felt distorted. Pulled apart in so many horrible, impossible ways. Your holes felt stretched rather than simply filled up- and it hurt.

And god- your stomach was worse. Like you’d eaten till you were full, then kept going. Somewhere lower; your womb felt tight. Cramping, from being so overfilled by fucking cum that was only exacerbated by having Shadow Milk sunk down to the hilt. Panting hotly into your face, pitchy laughs start to bubble from him.

“Ah! How nostalgic… I’d started to miss your tight little pussy. Dont get me wrongggg you feel lovely as a slime~ but…”

He pressed a wet kiss to your face. You hadn’t realised you were crying, mouth feeling like it was stuck permanently downturned. You didn't have much of a grip right now. You felt sick.

“You’re sssoo goodddd like this~ Haaha!”

You gagged. It all burned- your hips burned, your ass burned. Black Sapphire hadn’t stopped moving. He was grinning against your shoulder. Toothy, full of saliva. Like a drooling predator.

“Mmnn… bet- Gh- You’re real excited to have your body back. Ssss–! …shame we wont get to see all our *love* fill you up… but I can still have plenty of fun breeding up this womb of yours.”

He pushed down on your stomach, where everything sloshed around inside you.

Your voice is stronger than intended when you groan, trying desperately to break away as nausea grows… hardly able to stop yourself from burping up the start of something horrible. An absolutely disgusting amount of thick fluid bubbled at the back of your throat, stomach turning with desperation to get it out.

“Oh, what a beautiful performance! You should have warned me… buuuut you’ll be very pleased to know I got the most titillating shot of their face when you turned them back, Master!”

Black Sapphire's hands smoothed over your overfull stomach, before solidifying his grip and yanking you back into him- head swirling, your voice was wet and gurgly when you whined for him to just shut the fuck up. Any more stimulation was hell.

“Dawww… I can’t wait to show it off! That silly blind fool would love it. I mean, he was pathetic enough to fuck you unconscious…”

He pinches your cheek, pulling on it and tutting when you yank away, then covering his mouth conspiratorily.

“How awful, just about as bad as the rest of us!”

“Mmmmnh- but… that's better-! For you… maybe now he’ll be too busy crying over your pregnant belly to get his dick up.”

Abhorrent amounts of semen drooled out with each harsh thrust, digging into your guts like they meant to tear you. It was unbearably hot and wet, like you were pissing yourself.

Fuck- fuck!

Pregnant?

No.

Nnnnoo no no no

There’s no way. You said you’d stay as a slime- be a mindless toy, freely used in exchange for them not getting you fucking pregnant... you feel broken, muttering weakly.

“What, you trusted me?”

He’s mockingly flat with his response.

Pure Vanilla Cookie was always a gentle soul, and it reflected wholeheartedly in his relationship with you. Always patient, always kind, especially when it came to the bedroom.

The two of you even had your first times together, where he'd shook underneath you as you sat down on him, sliding into you smoothly, like a lock clicking into place.

It felt right. He was the perfect, adorable size for you.

Then, when he left for Beast Yeast you missed him so terribly, so deeply.. and yet you couldn't bring yourself to touch yourself without his presence. You knew he loved to make you feel good, so something in the back of your mind told you he'd be disappointed if he wasn't there to witness your pleasure.

When he came back? He was different. Taller, his beauty like no other. A presence, a radiance that outshined all else. To stand beside him was an honor- a fever dream to know he was all yours.

But his awakening posed a problem you hadn't seen coming.

His dick was fucking massive. Every part of him was, really, but especially that log between his legs. Before, he was, well, modest. You loved him and you loved his body, and you were glad he previously could fit into you so easily with… some of the activities you put him up to.

You knew he'd never hurt you. He'd sooner crumble than soil a crumb on your body.

Yet it was hard to not feel intimidated when he first showed his face, sunnier than ever… you could barely keep a straight face because of the very pronounced bulge in his robes.

It should have been flattering– and don’t take that the wrong way, it definitely was– but the idea that he was so openly aroused in public by the mere sight of you set off alarm bells. 

Before, he'd been a little more shy in his affections, only letting himself become worked up in the privacy of your own chambers. ‘I'd prefer to not expose any of my subjects to that side of me.’ He'd told you one night, flustered as you curled his vanilla cream hair.

But now, he was absolutely shameless. Proudly displaying his need for you in public– even as the castle servants glanced, mortified by seeing their king in such a way. 

On the first night of his return, he'd followed you around like a lost puppy, desperate for a chance to decompress with your company. You still had one more request to polish off before you could retire for the night, and you found yourself in the castle's library reading over some old manuscripts that hadn't yet been modernised. 

He sat with you quietly, providing small inputs on the translation. Getting to share such a comfortable silence with you was what he’d been yearning for. Beast Yeast was hectic, and he’d had barely a moment to rest– the cracks still ran deep in regards to the Spire, too.

And well, you couldn't really blame him when the crux of his robes started rising the moment your thigh bumped his. It was innocent- you’d merely been reaching over for a change of ink, but it sent his heart leaping, body temperature quickly rising. 

You didn't notice his suffering at first, absorbed in reading over your work while your husband squirmed beside you– in fact, you didn’t until he gingerly took hold of your wrist. You looked over to him inquisitively, gasping as you witnessed him. Flushed just lightly, tilting his head so his hair cascaded down his shoulders like liquid gold. 

When he spoke, his voice was low, tentative, but sure. 

“Dear… I apologise for doing this but…”

He slowly guided your hand, feeling your stomach jolt as you realised just what the big problem was. 

“I need you. Please, may I have you?”

You’re speechless. It feels… superheated, like the scalding surface of an oven. His silky robes slid so smoothly over him, thin enough that you could feel the shape of his cock with distinction. It felt thick, heavy in your palm as you squeezed him, in shock over what you had your hand wrapped around. 

His hips tilted forward just barely, chasing the gentle constrict of your hand. Soft lips part as he sighs in content, head falling lax into his collarbone. Robes bundled up around him, inviting as they reminded you of disturbed sheets. 

Witches– they barely hid anything. You watched in awe as the bulge swelled, growing harder beneath your very fingertips… and it was big. Sure, he may have been on the smaller side before, but this had just gone overboard. Even though you were only feeling the top of it, your fingers would have no chance of meeting each other if you’d tried.

How did it feel so hot, so heavy? Was he not even wearing underwear? You’re practically jerking him off already with how thin these robes are.

You squeeze him just barely, trying to process just how much you were dealing with here, and found yourself suddenly melded to him. He hooked his arm around your hip, unashamedly taking a fistful of ass as your face is pressed into his generous chest. His hips bucked against your limp hand. 

“I'm sorry about this my dear,”

The situation was devolving way too quickly for your liking– he’d slipped off the top of his robes in a fervor, letting it pool around his waist in a bid to free his heated skin. You weren’t safe either, as he lifts you effortlessly and sets you face down on the couch. He wasn’t rough– but there was no room to squirm away from his roaming hands as he kept you stationary with one hand on your shoulderblades. 

His warm weight settles atop you, rolling his needy cock against the back of your thighs. Your pants and underwear are yanked mercilessly down your ass, he doesn’t even bother to remove them completely, simply leaving them caught between your thighs. It only made you feel more vulnerable.

You gasp as he grips your hips and gives one heavy grind, sliding the fat base directly against the seam of your lips. You're genuinely afraid he's just gonna try and shove it in– previously, you could take him without any prior prep, but now? Witches, no.

You hiss again as he gives another languid grind, your slick only just barely starting to coat him with how terribly big he was. 

“You're so… petite, now. Y/N”

Anybody would be little next to you dude– oh no.

The wide tip presses wholly against your hole, the light pressure he exerted not even beginning to spread you apart. There was no relent even as you wriggled nervously against his hold on your hips, even daring to coo at your nervous sounds.

He simply nudged himself against you, making a mess as his size smears your own slick around like a too-big paintbrush. 

“I missed you so much my love. Every night– I thought about you. I yearned for you. I saved myself for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. Did he really feel the same way–?

“And… I'm sorry if it's a little cruel of me, but I just can't wait anymore,”

And your heart subsequently drops as you feel the widest pressure you’ve ever felt down there grow, fat tip teasing your tiny hole open. It could barely even start to nudge past the tight ring of muscle, and you grit your teeth as some part of your makeup starts to shift. You’d never experienced something like this, like he threatened to tear you apart and shape you anew.

But, besides for that first opening feeling, and as he pants and whimpers with how much he needs to be inside you, he can't just fit himself past your tight entrance. 

There's a pause as he audibly pants, giving a tiny little moan that you knew so well– and unfortunately, it meant he was aroused out of his mind.

You feel cold wetness land on you down there- did he really just fucking spit on you?

Even though it was gross, it was the extra bit of lubrication that did the trick, as you feel the pinching stretching start with distinct horror. You can’t help but give a tiny sob as the tip of him pops into you all at once. The sound of it was embarrassingly loud, and your hips grew weak as you regretfully experienced what it’d be like to sodomize yourself with a soda can. 

How could your husband be so cruel when he's so much larger than you? You were reduced to breathy whimpers, begging him to be gentle repeatedly. He didn't even let you go completely limp, holding you up as he ever so slowly displaced your insides with his cock.

Your head hangs heavy as all you can feel is your husband and how cruelly he's shoving himself into you. Is this karma for how thoroughly you've tortured him in the past? 

Your head hangs heavy, unable to keep the strength up as though him shoving his cock into you had sapped it all away. All you can feel is him, your beloved husband, and the cruelty he’s putting your body through to satisfy his own needs. Is this karma for how thoroughly you've picked him apart in the past?

Him being so dominant was unheard of in your relationship– being gentle was simply a part of Pure Vanilla. It was ingrained into his dough, and you'd gleefully taken the role of dominating such a darling cookie. 

You suppose it was hypocritical to blame him when you’d subjected him to the worst of your own desires.

Sure, you’d been a little mean with it, but did the Witches really think it was an appropriate punishment to give your husband a strong libido and a literal fucking horse cock?

He gave tiny, mean little ruts into your body, fighting against the resistance just enough to not tear you, but still unrelentingly opening you up further and further. You’re horrified to see only a quarter of him has sunk into you. 

Witches– You’d really been calling upon them alot tonight. But it was warranted! You’d realised the two of you were still in the library. This was public!

He only smiled at you when you told him with a panicked expression, patting your head like it was just all something he’d planned.

The old Pure Vanilla would never do something like thisssSS-!

Oh-!

With a hiss, he sank several inches into you at once, your whole body locking up praying he wouldn't just shove the whole thing in. Until he bumped into a wall deep inside you, sending you reeling. Oh no way! 

Only half of him had fit, and he was shoved right up against your cervix, leaking pre directly into your womb. There's no way he could fit any more!

But he didn't acknowledge that. Leaning over you, he presses ghosts of kisses to the back of your neck. Uttering quiet praise and, most ominously promising you that ‘we can fit the rest next time,'.

It was completely still, only the flicker of candlelight convincing you time hadn't stopped as you tried to cope with being smothered from the inside and out. His hair fell over you like a curtain, blocking your view so that there was nothing in your world but him. 

Everything was hazy, his warmth seeping into your body soothing your tensed muscles. There was only so much you could relax, feeling him push against you from all angles.

But the moment's rest was long deserved– if he moved at all right now you think something would actually break. 

His skin feels so smooth as he nuzzles into your cheek, pressing tiny kisses to the edge of your lips.

“You feel so lovely… like I've truly come home.”

He claims your lips, using one hand to tilt your jaw up, then shakily breathes out.

“This is new for us isn't it? Normally you treat me so well. Every night in Beast Yeast, I'd imagine you touching me– riding me, so perfectly like you always do.”

His arm– so much more toned then it used to be– slides under your tummy, squeezing just barely into the plush… you could feel just how strong he'd become, even with him exerting barely any pressure.

“I feel close already just thinking about it. Do you think tomorrow night, you could do that for me?”

Witches. He wasn't lying. You felt him pulse inside you in exquisite detail, and shivered as a shock of heat dribbles into you. An omen that made you shiver just thinking how much he'd cum if he was leaking this much already.

Tomorrow night...?

You breathed out, before your voice locked up as he began to pull out.

Bracing yourself on his arm underneath you didn't stop it from feeling like he was pulling out your insides with him. Sticky fluid bubbled from where he stretched you open.

There was no way you could even begin to think about tomorrow when you're not sure you're going to survive tonight.

It was hot. So very hot– the copious amounts of slick that coated him as he pulled out. A lewd mix of his overwhelming pre and your body frantically trying to keep up with what it's being subject to.

You could feel in terrible detail the relief that settles into your pelvis when he pulls out until his tip kisses your hole, ready to shove back in to fill your stomach to bursting.

The poor library sofa… it'd have to be replaced with how badly it had been defaced.

He presses his lips to your temple before breaching you all over again, a slick sound ringing out. His moan vibrates against your skull, barely able to process the pleased sound as he purposely grinds against the deepest part of you.

There's barely any time to rest before he's pulling out again.

Everything about it reads gentle– how he kisses you, and holds your head up when it lolls weakly. But there was no room to be gentle with how big he was compared to you. 

The pace he set, ever so slow, felt brutal all the same. In fact– it felt even more torturous as he let you feel every single inch and every ridge of him scraping along your walls.

You reach back and steady a hand on his thigh, the other gripping the couch for your life, feeling how the solid muscle tenses. His neglected robe had pooled over his knees, brushing against the backs of your own as he moved.

“Ng-”

Feeling his thigh shove against your hand as he thrust makes you dig your nails in on reflex, earning you the roughest buck into you yet, a wet squelch accompanying. 

“Ah-! Do that again!”

You’ve made a big mistake.

His pace picks up, rocking your body helplessly while giving light hums of pleasure. He had absolutely no right sounding that pretty as he stuffed himself inside you again and again. The raw stretch worsened as your insides ached with the need to orgasm already– your abstinence had not been kind to you, and even the rough treatment was making your stomach feel heavy with the need. 

Everything started to buzz around you, witches you were gonna cum– each thrust sending you closer to the deep end as he began to whimper into your ear.

“So, Hn!- wet for me… so beautiful.”

Your walls could barely even begin to constrict around him, and the inability to move only worsened the hold cumming put on your body. But still, you shook underneath him like a leaf as he relished in your body, pressing kisses to your throat as he whined.

“Ah- Dearest! I need more- again, again… haa!”

The heat ontop of you disappears, Pure Vanillas cock slipping from your body and bumping wetly against your inner thigh. You're then yanked backwards, your arms collapsing under the pressure, cheek smushing into the couch helplessly.

He grips the tops of your thighs firmly and holds you airborne like nothing, even holding you one handed for a moment as he notches himself against your pussy and shoves deep unrelentingly stretching you once again.

“It'll be okay– I'll be done soon- just- more… more! more!”

He grew more and more desperate with each plea for more, bucking into you harshly in such a way that you knew you'd be insanely sore in the morning. You feel like nothing more than a toy as he holds onto you like a lifeline, using your body to pleasure himself. 

The wet slapping was so deafening, you barely heard him speak.

“Mnn! Gh- cumming soon- you'll take it, right d-dear?”

“Oh, I kn-know you will. I'll give you all of me.”

Fuck.

He's already starting to stutter into you, grinding himself harshly into the front of your tummy. You'd done something like this to milk him plenty of times before– but it was so much more overwhelming having it done to you, your sensitive G spot tortured relentlessly.

And you could feel how much he was leaking and pulsing, he was so close and he was gripping you so hard and-

“Mmnnh! Oh!”

His grip suddenly became vice-like, digging into the fat of your hips and fighting to fit as much of his cock as he could into you. Even as you gasp at the uncomfortable stretching sensation, painful sparks echoing through.

You're smothered again as he returns to leaning over you, his heated stomach pressing into your back. He was moaning way too loud in your ear.

With how taut you're stretched around him, you feel every pulse and the gooey feeling inside you grows. Each spurt inside your cervix makes your body involuntarily clench around him– but with how swollen he's gotten, you barely can.

It feels so… limiting. You can't move, can't clench around him, only let out a little squeal as your body locks up weakly in orgasm.

It barely even felt pleasurable, just enough to throw your mind for a loop as your belly is filled so thoroughly. With how much he's dumped into you, it's begun dribbling down the front of your pussy like syrup. You flinch from the overstimulation as the heat rushes past your clit as it drops in fat globs onto the couch.

He's panting on top of you, shaking as he milks out his orgasm with tiny little thrusts, and you jump weakly with each one. Even the little kisses he peppers to your cheek and lips you can barely respond to.

You're completely limp, even as he shifts you onto your back and lays on his side, leaning on one arm. He had no right to look so loving, after doing… all that. To you. And he still hadn't pulled out! He shifted inside you as he leaned down to kiss you– chaste first, then holding your head to deepen it.

One large hand splayed itself protectively on your sweaty, cum coated tummy. It was then you realised how much he bulged out of you, a slight round bump full of his cock.

He unashamedly felt it over, making you whimper as you're compressed from the outside.

“So perfect…”

He nuzzles his nose into yours.

“Look at that. I fit so well into you– just like I did before, hm?”

It's absolutely not like before!

Another unintentional clench around him pushes out a wave of cum– and makes his eyes crack open just barely to watch how it bubbles out. Seeing his love ooze out while you two were still connected so deeply.

You have to shove him away by the chest as his constant pecks grow more heated.

He looks unbothered, even as you complain about doing this in a library, and how the sofa would need to be replaced and how the hell did it get on the floor?! How do you even cum that much?!

There’s an appalling level of uncaring he never displayed before as he stood, tucking you neatly into the crook of his arm with his cock still sunk up to your womb. You can't help but whimper as it shifts against your hypersensitive insides, rapidly cooling semen still dribbling from you. 

He shrugged his robes on, pressing gentle kisses to your teary cheeks, although you swear it was just an excuse to lick the tears away… the care was appreciated none the less. But what you wanted most was to get out of that stuffy library. Whispering sweet nothings to you, he left that miserably defaced couch behind. 

Every step towards your quarters was pure torture. Your tummy felt overstuffed, his cock plugging up all the cum he’d stuffed inside you. Embarrassingly some did still drip out onto the marble floors. 

You had to pull your own underwear up for some shred of privacy, although with him still inside you couldn't fully cover yourself.  

You’re a little worried as to why he hadn’t pulled out yet– and you were craving being relieved from feeling like your pelvis was being pried apart– but you were thankful to not have to walk.

The whole walk you were praying nobody happened to be roaming the halls at night– Pure Vanilla's gait was leisurely, letting you fully feel each step jostle him inside before the next. He walked like he had nowhere to be, while your grip on his shoulder tightened with every corner he turned.

You were about ready to pass out once finally shouldered your bedroom door open and laid you out on the sheets. They were soft, made from the finest cream sheep's wool, having been raised by Pure Vanilla himself, of course. 

“My love?”

Oh- you hadn't even realised you were dozing off, so taken over by his heat and presence your brain was actively fighting you for some rest. The days without him hadn't been kind.

His vanilla scent was cloying, more comforting than any cream sheep cotton you could buy.

He ran the backs of his knuckles over your cheek, leaning down to kiss your nose. His full eyelashes tickled you, and you groaned just barely at being woken up.

“We need to get cleaned up… you can't sleep yet. I'll carry you for just a little longer.”

He pulled back just the slightest amount, your own muscles tensing as you feel all the cum plugged inside you start to rush out along with him-

And frantically have to tell him to stop before yet another surface is lost to his virility.

You're glad you picked up on that- although slightly less glad to feel it all squish back into you as he hilts himself again, not so subtly shivering as he teases himself with your pussy.

“Ah-”

His hair tickles you as his head drops, breath shaky. This time, he kisses you properly, too impatient for any decorum.

“Mm- I didn’t think… this would be something you’d like, Y/N”

Perhaps asking you why you kept rope underneath your bed was a mistake. Truthfully, he’d been worried you were up to some… other unsavory activities.

But he would have never imagined something like this.

Feeling so vulnerable, it wasn’t something he was particularly familiar with. His body— every movement was tight, restricted. Every mere shiver worsened the feeling, as the thin, red, rope further constricts against his skin. An art dedicated to restraining someone? Pure Vanilla Cookie had never heard of such a practice.

And yet, why did something like this… make him feel so hot?

The ropes forced his legs wide, holding one open so every part of him was left open to your gaze. And that's what you did, simply just…

Watch him.

Take in how his face flushes further with every bite into his skin, breath quickening as a particularly cruel length tightens under his thigh.

His body was forced to yield, legs forced wide with one tied up just below the knee. He could see the artistic intent; the expression, but being treated like this? Like his only purpose was to be seen– to be admired.

The unkind pressure only exacerbated his yearning. He aches for you, to be touched by you. Can’t you see how much he needs you? His cock, left long neglected and weeping all over itself at the mere thought of you taking him in your hand, stroking him gently like you always do.

Even as he whined for you, as he breathily begged, you were completely apathetic to his suffering.

His body was so conditioned to your pleasurable touch, he was hard from the moment you first bound his wrists. But, even as his hips twitched forward with every tightening of the rope, you hadn’t so much as acknowledged him… only uttering small directions to move his body how you needed.

Normally, he might have been put out by being ignored so blatantly. But in a situation so terribly titillating with his sweaty body on display, it intensified his arousal immeasurably.

Precum leaked out of him so heavily it had begun to seep into the rope, and that's when you reacted.

“You’re making such a mess, Nilla. This rope was expensive, you know?”

“I-”

He inhales sharply as you press your foot into his thigh, the one that rested on the mat, and so *so* close to touching his poor cock. Muscles locked up– everything within him begged for more contact, to buck up and pray that his most sensitive place even *grazed* against you.

“Mm-! I’m sorry...”

His voice sounds miserably… sticky.

“You’ll make it up to me though, won't you, Pure Vanilla?”

“Yes! Please, I just need yo-”

You cut him off with a click of your tongue.

“Patience. You’ll get what you want, but first, I have a little something I want.”

You reveal something from behind you– a little polaroid camera. The glint of it is more threatening than that of a blade… surely, you couldn’t want that?

“I just want a couple photos! Nothing much, and they won't be seen by anyyyyone else,”

He can't help but shake, muttering out a shaky ‘okay’

“Good boy!”

There’s no time for him to sputter at the pet name before you’re once again guiding his body.

Tilting his hips up and urging his back to curve tastefully, till he was in the perfect position to show off every part of him.

How the fat of his raised thigh compresses under the crossed patterns of rope, how his nipples contrast so beautifully against the vibrant red… how his lips part, the peek of his tongue inviting- no, begging you to claim them. You captured it all with a click of the camera.

He feels airy inside as you examine the photo so critically, as though it were a piece in a museum.

“That turned out perfect… you wanna see?”

His throat clicks as he swallows. Panting so much had made his mouth dry.

“Y-yes.”

It…

It’s hard to believe this was him.

Seeing himself positioned so lewdly, yet in a poised manner that would not be out of place within a renaissance painting, felt foreign.

But…

His teary eyes flicker down as a tiny spark wriggles up his spine. His dick twitches against his thigh, flinching from the slight bite from the movement. It felt sensitive enough that he feared he wasn't far from an orgasm.

You weren't as merciful as Pure Vanilla, though.

A spiderweb of knots had been tied over him, curving over his chest and framing his sternum in a diamond. The method you’d used meant that every mere twitch would constrict his body further. He’d been squirming so much in his restraints you could barely fit a finger underneath now.

“You’re beautiful like this ‘Nilla,” you breathed, earning a pathetic sounding whine from him.

You're tracing the knot that framed his chest, pulling it tightly to watch how the entire rig dug into his body from such a small adjustment.

“But I think you're even prettier down here…”

His whole body locks up when your finger taps the very end of his tip– thigh muscles involuntarily spasming. His breathing grows heavier and heavier with each slight circle over his tip. It was so wet, so slippery, that your index slid over him smoothly.

You're getting worked up yourself, circling him gently and squeezing, feeling how well he filled your palm.

“Oh!” He puffs out from deep within his chest, startling you into yanking your hand back.

All of a sudden, he's squirting all over your retracted hand, mouth gaped and eyes blown. He was completely silent, like the breath had been stolen from him… he didn't twitch or writhe against the bonds either.

Witches, did you ruin it for him?

His dick is twitching like crazy, even as the last bit of cum dribbles lazily from him. It clung thickly to the backs of your fingers, stringing together when you rubbed them against each other in disbelief.

“You– ‘Nilla? You alright?”

He sniffles once, body still locked up as though it expected more, before letting out the most pitchy whine you’ve ever heard from the man. The poor cookie has gone from breathless to hyperventilating within moments.

“Please… It- ‘sso much–”

The ropes are tensing, pulling, as he wriggles against the bonds. He came, so how is he… still so hard? It’s flushed a deep umber, now glistening wetly from the remnants of his semen.

“I know dear, but first, are you okay?”

It seems like it takes all of his brain power to hum out a crackly ‘Mmhm’.

You chew your lip… his cum was starting to drip down your wrist.

Well, he gave you all that so why not put it to use? It's so so wet as you wipe his own cum off onto him. It forces out a choke, his eyelids crinkling from the overstimulation.

Taking it slow for him, you lean down and kiss around his thigh, licking up the salty mess that had dripped over it. His taste– salty with just the slightest Vanilla highlight– stuck to the back of your throat thickly.

He gives another broken whine, tilting his hips forward so his dick bumps your cheek.

“Please– Witches! Your mouth, I need it-”

It was hard to not acquiesce when he begged so prettily for you. The heat between your thighs told you to make him beg harder and harder… but your heart couldn't take breaking him down any further.

You were fighting not to melt yourself as you pressed your lips to his sticky tip. He was completely coated in precum, the tang washing over your tongue.

Dual tone eyes cracked open the moment your lips parted around him, a sob heaving from his chest. Slowly, you slid him deeper into your mouth, feeling superheated on your tongue.

He's silent. Breathless. Completely overwhelmed, tensing as his tip bumps into the soft palate of your throat.

Pure Vanilla is all you can taste, all you can smell. He looks positively wrecked. All shreds of sensibility had been torn away with his ruined orgasm. You start to pull back after the tiniest little gag that sets him shaking. He resists your departure with just the barest, twitchiest little bucks, but he still falls wetly from your mouth.

Kissing along the length of him, you stare up at his weak expression. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he visibly pulled and twisted against the restraints despite how tightly they bound him. You quietly asked him if he wanted to be untied- but there was no response besides a weak twitch of his hips.

It was easy to fall into a quiet rhythm, gently sweeping your tongue over the most flushed part of him, then grinding him against the back of your throat to feel each bead of pre coat it with every lave. All your attention is on him. Nothing else matters to you besides watching every single spasm.

The attention seemed to almost bring him to tears, and you honestly didn’t know how much longer the rope would hold on with how much he was yanking on it. You worried it was cutting into him, but he gave you the greenlight with every quiet question. So you continued pleasuring him leisurely, kissing all over him torturously to stave off the satisfaction of being buried in your throat.

You’ve pushed him right to the edge, watching him clench his teeth with the sheer overstimulation, but you’re not ready to let him cum yet.

‘It's just too fun messing with him~’

You smile while giving him one last peck- to which gives the most defeated moan you’ve heard as the largest wad of precum yet flows past your lips.

Before you can consider pulling away, you hear the most terrible tearing sound, then suddenly your face is pressed to his pubic hair, forced to choke on his cock.

Scrabbling at him proves ineffective as he starts to pulse within your throat- Witches, he’s cumming. It’s hard to fight back nausea and tears as you try to keep yourself settled. Your shoulders creak- he’s holding you down so hard!

The rope holding up his thigh had obviously torn… you couldn't look up to see with your current faceful of blonde hair.

Your tongue is pinned to your teeth with how much he fills your mouth, barely able to swallow around him as loads of cum start to flow down your esophagus regardless of how you felt about it. He’s continuing to tense, shoving your head down tighter and tighter with every heavy pulse you felt. Spit had long started to dribble down your chin, thick rivulets of his cum splashing out when your throat seized in its best attempt at coughing.

Witches. Your stomach felt so full already. How did he have this much left to give? He already covered your wrist earlier, and now…

You felt a painful twinge in your belly. This must be karma for all the teasing.

He gives one more heavy grind to your face, freezing up at the crux of the grind, overwhelmed as he realises what he’s done to you. The encompassing weakness was starting to take over his body. So, all he could muster was a flustered ‘Oh dear-’ as he freed you from his prison.

It was almost jarring how fast you tore off him, gasping for air, then coughing as you subsequently inhaled something you shouldn’t.

“Oh my-! I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” He frets, crossing his leg over his dick for what modesty he could manage while watching you clear your airways. You were a complete and utter mess. Cum, spit and snot completely covering your cheeks and chin, the start of a pounding headache, and an absolutely soaked pair of underwear.

Panting and grinning like you were hysterical, you regard his worried expression.

“Let's do that again. Next week.”

You coughed again, watching Pure Vanilla go through the several stages of grief right before your eyes.

Your relationship with Cove was definitely a slow one, to put it lightly. The two of you obviously had no experience, which left you muddling through uncharted territory. But you had no issues with that, as long as you got to do it with Cove. 

You both had recently been able to open up to each other more… physically, too. It was a beautiful summer night when Cove suggested trying a few more adult things in your relationship, and you agreed. Initially, the idea of “going all the way” set off too many alarm bells in his head. Considering the more recent revelations about the circumstances around his conception, you didn't blame the guy. 

He was eager, in a manner that you knew meant he had been thinking about it alot. Like alot alot. But even then, he had taken on a more submissive role during your escapades.

It wasn't long before he was tentatively asking if you wanted to try rubbing against each other. You saw something break in his aquamarine eyes when his tip caught against your entrance only to pop out again. He begged like never before that night, whimpering that he was sorry but he just really really wants you.

Besides some issues regarding his… size, the night went off without a hitch.

Even after all you'd gotten up to, he was still a bit iffy with springing affection onto you. A guilt thing, you supposed. There was always a beat of apprehension before he touched you, kissed you, or anything where you had to reassure him. Small gestures of consent had become key to your relationship, as both of you had some difficulty with expressing difficult feelings. 

He was attentive to whether you were okay with being touched, and if you weren't, he curbed his ever present need to be held by hovering around you. You'd scratch his hair or fiddle with his fingers or thumb over his scar. And it was all at your pace.

One thing that had changed however, was his desire. Ever since you two had your first times together, it was like a tightly packed ball of teenage hormones had suddenly broken loose. You could practically see the anxious energy buzzing beneath his skin.

A kiss that went on for a little too long? His face is completely flushed. You hug him out of joy, or even hold his hand? The poor boy is crossing his legs in an effort to dampen how hot he suddenly feels down there.

It often resulted in him begging you to fuck him silly whenever the two of you had a chance alone.

Still, he tries so hard to be a gentleman. It's like he feels like he's betraying you by showing signs of arousal without your explicit consent. You often had to assure him you didn't mind, and found his unabating attraction to you flattering. And arousing.

He was still as clingy as ever despite the new developments. 

Today, he was settled in front of you in the sand. You had told him you weren't really feeling up for cuddling right now - you often would while soaking up the sun - but had kept his neediness curbed by scraping your fingers over his scalp while the two of you quietly conversed.

Neither of you were really focused on the conversation, just enjoying eachothers company and throwing out whatever thoughts came to mind.

He tenses as your pinky finger lightly brushes against the shell of his ear, his back visibly arching into the sand. He raises his head to look at you properly with his signature flustered look.

“That's- sorry- um…” He squirms a little, unable to explain anything under your amused gaze.

He nervously laughs, before his face turns a little more solemn.

“Sorry, that my um. Body. Is like this… it's weird.”

Cove wriggles in the sand. He's always very flustered when the two of you talk about this.

You ask him what he meant by that after settling your hands in your lap and taking on your best listening face. 

“I don't know… I wish I could feel… normal? When you touch me.” There's a pause of consideration before he puffs up a little. “Don't get me wrong! I really like it when you do even now… it just-” His voice becomes smaller as he speaks, before trailing off. 

“I just- feel bad? That you've gotta deal with this all the time now. I want to spend time together normally but my body…”

Once again he trails off, as though he had gotten lost in his own thoughts and forgotten to speak. He stares down at the sand with a sad expression.

You knew he'd just work himself into a guilty mess if you just let him spiral, and you couldn't help but find his worries a little adorable.

You give him a light tap on the cheek to break him out of his stupor. He's surprised to see you smiling down at him when he looks up. 

“Hey. You know I love you right? And I love that you can think of me that way- find me attractive, I mean.” 

He has a wobbly grin on his face from the first syllable of ‘love’. 

“Plus, you look very adorable all flustered like this~!” 

You say cheerfully as you coax him to come closer to you. He seems a little hesitant due to your previous denial, but you didn't mind now. You wanted to kiss your boyfriend, and that you did. 

He squeezes one eye shut as you pepper his cheek with kisses. His skin is so heated, you think soon he'll be at melting point. Knowing your boyfriend was so helplessly horny for you was getting to you. He turns his head into you to capture your lips in a wet kiss. It tasted surprisingly salty, making you realise that there were tears streaming down his face.

He purses his lips in indignance when you call him a crybaby. He's embarrassed enough to hide his face in your neck. The hot breath makes you shiver.

You break away from him with a quiet click, breathily laughing out ‘crybaby’ as his lips wobble. You can imagine a pair of droopy dog ears atop his head with how hard hes shooting you the puppy dog eyes right now. 

“Can we go home? My um. Dad's out at the moment.” He mutters out, not meeting your eye.

You grin and give him one more kiss to his temple before standing up. You give him your hand to help him stand watching pointedly at his attempt to cross his legs to give himself some modesty.

He fails spectacularly. You weren't complaining, you could get off on the sight alone. He doesn't seem to be too aware of it, but he… let's just say, he grew very well.

The expression on his face borders on miserable. Being like this in public must be mortifying, but he's horny and desperate enough to get home that he commits to leaving like this. You were pretty glad you didn't have a dick.

The dissonance between the two of you was quite funny, with Cove's awkward shuffle and the pep in your step on the way to his place. 

Your beach supplies are plopped down next to the kitchen counter. You wince at the sheer amount of sand that fell off at the impact. The Holden's didn't mind, atleast. Both boys seemed like they'd be perfectly happy to bring the whole beach home.

You're making an attempt to bring at least some of it to the trash before you feel a desperate touch snake over your hip and edge down your thigh. 

“Don't worry about it. Let's just go… please.”

He pauses for a moment before muttering weakly.

“I need you so bad.”

You couldn't argue against that. You took his hand and gave it a small squeeze. He gave a weak smile and led you to his bedroom.

Sand crackles beneath your feet as the two of you shuffle in, both what you had just tracked in and what was already there.

He seems a little lost on what to do, and clenches his hand around yours in a plea for help.

You coax him to the bed, pushing him down gently, watching amusedly as he lets himself go limp, bouncing as he falls and  lying spread eagled. He makes himself more sensible as you straddle him, giggling against each other's mouths as he wormed his hands up underneath your shirt.

He ghosts his fingers up your abdomen, before hesitantly cupping your chest and lightly teasing his thumbs over the nipples. You bite back a sound and push his wandering hands away so you can peel your shirt off, momentarily lifting off of him so he can follow suit.

Cove, in a show of horny impatience, tosses both of yours away after he snaps off your bra as well, and then starts to work on his bottom half. It was pretty funny watching Cove struggle to tug off his shorts over certain… parts blocking it. 

He ended up needing to raise his ass completely off the bed and fight to get them over his thighs. You were so grateful for his genes. They had grown tastefully thick over the years. You'd never forget the time you suddenly noticed just how attractive you found them, when you slipped ass over during a trip to the Docks. Cove was fussing over you while giving you a very intimate view of the delicious contours of those muscles. Which only served to fluster you more.

You were normal about them.

Cove notices you watching and emphasises a big sigh at the sudden exertion. You laugh at his silliness, despite the sexual situation he never failed to try and make you laugh. His eyes suddenly look a little dewy as he looks you over.

“You look really good y/n” He whispers out, as though he were in reverence, and you have to break eye contact from the fluster.

“You're beautiful.”

His breath hitches as you practically throw yourself at him in an effort to shut him up. He's got a smug look on his face, a nice contrast to your pout. In revenge you settle on his lap, pressing your wet heat to his cock forcing a puff of air from him. He bites his lip desperately trying to keep himself in check.

Unfortunately, with how hormonal he is, he lost control alot more easily than you did. 

He unconsciously bucks up into you, sliding his tip through your soft slick and shuddering. Only to yap when you slap his hip with a sharp snap and shove him back into the bed. 

He gulps when you warn him not to move, threatening to up and leave him hard and wanting if he disobeys. You punctuate ‘hard and wanting’ by teasing over his tip with your pointer finger, spreading the abundant precum over him.

“Mmmn! Okay, okay. I'll be good. Just please. I can't wait any more.” 

His thick thighs tense beneath you, their strength nothing underneath you at your mere word. He was enamoured with you. Happy to take whatever you do or don't give.

You tease him gently, sweeping the weepy tip of his cock over your navel as you lightly jerked him.

“They're all big and swollen, so pretty, aren't they?” You tell him sweetly, pulling on a nipple and watching him shudder.

“Ah.. but you're even more swollen down here. I guess you want to be touched here more?”

You enunciate the word big by squeezing him in your hand, ignoring him as he whines in indignance. You tap him once then twice against your sensitive nerves before sliding him through your abundant slick to your hole.

It's so wet down there that you're able to tease him against you easily, working yourself open slowly to make up for the lack of preparation.

He squishes against you wetly. His round tip spread you open widely bit by bit, sharp pinches of painful stretching making you shiver. Both of you hiss appreciatively through clenched teeth as he pops into you with a jolt.

You're able to slowly sink onto him now, slowly dragging him in and out of you to ease the burn. Cove's head is completely thrown back, and he pants with a wide open mouth. His bottom canines glisten with saliva.

You lean down and take his bottom lip between your teeth. You worry it briefly before he reciprocates in a messy kiss, his overeagerness forcing your head back slightly to avoid knocking your teeth together. 

Moans start to vibrate against your mouth as your hips finally meet. He spread you open completely, both a blessing and a curse. The initial pain and friction always left you shivering.

It might hurt, but it's just so good. You love that his body is so much stronger and bigger than yours, so much so that he very easily hurts you without realising. 

And yet he submits to you completely.

You ground your hips into him, huffing as an achey sort of pleasure bubbled up in your belly, ending in a hot jolt of pain as Cove bucks up into you again. 

He's already muttering out apologies before you can pull your brain together enough to scold him. Holding back seems to be wreaking havoc on him; he looks so out of it already. 

Saliva dribbles down his chin, and he's stuck between wrenching the sheets or grabbing onto your thighs. He startles a little when you grab them and hold them down on the bed, and even more so when you use it as leverage to pick up the pace.

You lift off of him fluidly, and bring your hips down harshly taking him from tip to base. He falls apart easily. His legs start to kick up, the unintentional strength behind them threatening to throw your smaller body off, but you're relentless in your assault.

You quickly start to grow more and more sensitive inside, feeling the effects of the rapid pace. You don't want this to end so quickly, so you slow down into a satisfying pace of taking him as deep as you can and grinding down onto him.

Theres just barely enough time to get into the haze of fucking him when you hear a car pull over outside. You freeze, and glance down at Cove, thinking he’d want to stop if his Dad might be home. But no, he gasps violently, and you wince as he continues to hump up into you. There’s a painful jolt in your tummy when he goes deeper than he should. 

He looks distraught when you dig your nails into his tummy warning him to settle, but he manages to push aside his hormonal brain to mumble out an apology. 

You bite your lip as you continue, more shallowly to quieten the lewd noises your bodies were making together- you were so slick, every push into you rang out with a delicious little shlick sound. The sounds of your body impacting his turned you on immensely… but you’d prefer Cove’s Dad didn’t know what you were doing to his son. 

One intentionally quick thrust makes him cry out, and you slap a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Hopefully Cliff didn't hear. 

It was silent now except for the heavy breaths you two gasped out, melding together as you leaned down to press your forehead against his. He shoots you a begging look as you hear his Dad bumbling through the house. There’s the distinct clack of keys being put down on the counter. 

God, he felt so good. You drew out to his tip each time, leaving him slightly spreading you open before you penetrate yourself all over again taking him deep inside. 

Cove's eyes are fixed intensely on you, partially closed as though he were too overwhelmed to stay conscious. His breathing is frantic, gulping and sobbing with each of your steady movements. Hot air fans across your hand from his nostrils. 

He was too big to feel completely comfortable with him inside you down to the hilt, but something about the idea of your insides being forced open to make room for him made you shiver. The bed rocks slightly as you move faster and harder, letting your hips fall into his with quiet slaps and watching his stomach tense and eyes roll back.

Worried that having his noises suppressed may be too intense for him, you lift your hand away only to slap it back as he lets out a broken moan. Not a good idea if you’re trying to maintain your dignity— it's a shame to muffle them but…

His muffled whimpers vibrate against your palm, voice coming through more and more as he gets louder. You tighten your grip over his mouth, your fingers pressing into his flushed cheeks as you slow your movements to a torturous grind. The bed gives a great creak of agony under the shift of your weight, and you both freeze, eyes darting toward the door. 

Cove’s chest heaves beneath you, his hands twitching against the sheets as he fights to keep his body still. His eyes, glassy and pleading, lock onto yours, and you can feel the way his body trembles with the effort. The full weight of him inside you… it's stretching you to your limits, and the slow drag of your hips is enough to make your own breath hitch. Your forehead slips from his— the effort of keeping your head up proved to be too much— and your breath puffs along his ear. You brush your lips just against the cartilage, whispering small praises to him even as your mind slipped away from you. 

The praise makes him shudder, a low whine catching in his throat, barely stifled by your hand. His hips twitch upward instinctively, and you bite back a gasp at the sharp jolt of pleasure-pain that shoots through you. You shoot him a warning look, but the way his brows crease in frustration and his legs kick out from the built up energy makes it hard to even care. 

He’s become a drooling mess with such little work… only the feeling of being inside you, and that feeling of power— no… trust. That feeling of trust, that you’ll take care of him and make him feel good, is more pleasurable than any other sex act you could do.

You adjust your angle, sinking down just enough to keep him deep without the telltale slap of skin on skin. The slick sounds of your bodies moving together are quieter now, but still too loud in the tense silence of the room. Every creak of the floorboards downstairs feels like a countdown, and yet the risk only heightens the fire building between you. You can feel yourself tightening around him, the coil of pleasure winding tighter with every careful roll of your hips.

Cove’s hands finally dare to move, having been ramrod straight since you let go of them, ghosting up your thighs before settling on your hips. His grip is hesitant, unsure, like he was afraid of overstepping, but you pull yourself together enough to give him a weak smile. His fingers dig in, nails just barely pinching at your sides, to ground himself as he lets out a shaky breath against your hand. You can tell he’s close—his breaths are coming faster, his thighs tensing beneath you, and the way his tip reaches so deeply into your belly pushes you further and further with each firm bounce.

You lift your hand just slightly, testing if he can stay quiet. His lips part, and for a moment, you think he’s going to moan, but he catches himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip instead. A tear slips down his cheek, and the sight of him so overwhelmed, so desperate to feel good nearly spells your ending. You lean down, kissing the tear away, and murmur, “You’re perfect, Cove. Just a little more.”

The words seem to break something in him. His grip tightens, and his hips jerk up, just enough to send a spark of pleasure through you. You swallow a moan of your own, pressing your forehead against his as you pick up the pace, chasing that high for both of you. The bed rocks faintly, and you pray it’s not loud enough to carry. You vaguely register Cliff laughing, likely speaking to someone on the phone, and you're very glad for the distraction.

Cove’s breaths turn into frantic, stifled sobs, and you can feel him pulsing inside you, so close to losing it. You grind down harder, clenching around him, and the way his eyes roll back tells you he’s right there. Your own climax is creeping up fast, a tight, burning heat that makes your thighs shake. You press your hand back over his mouth, firmer this time, and whisper “S’ okay, you can do it.”

His body obeys you without question. A muffled groan vibrates against your palm as his back arches up, lifting you in his lap. He gives small, nudging thrusts into you as you feel fluid start to dribble out of you. You have to bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your own shuddering gasp as you feel your insides start to shudder. Your muscles squeeze together in reflex— you pray you don't give yourself a cramp— as you ride out the high as subtly as you can. Your brain felt like it was being smothered, and the only thing that mattered was how Cove’s body felt underneath you.

You’re only just blinking away those last fuzzy feelings when you realise with horror that you can hear Cliff walking up the stairs to his room. You try to jump off of Cove’s lap, but you don't budge. His tight grip is unrelenting as he grinds up into you, relishing in the post orgasm tightness of your muscles. The poor guy looks too out of it to register anything but cumming as much as he can into your poor insides. 

You're ready to cry when Cliff knocks on the door briskly all while Cove gives little jittery thrusts into your guts.

He waits for a moment, obviously trying to as be polite as possible when entering his teenage son's room, before knocking again and calling out for Cove. When there’s no reply, he tentatively opens the door. 

Thank God for Cliff being such a polite dad.

You’re holding yourself together as best as you can, standing dressed infront of Cove’s fish tank, feigning surprise to see Cliff home… all the while cringing at how wet and gloopy you feel down there. 

You didn't have enough time to get underwear on, only shorts, and fat globs of cum have already begun making their way down your leg.

Curse Cove for always doing things in excess.

The cursed boy in question is lazing on his bed trying and failing to look as alive as he can. Surely Cliff could chalk it up to summer heat, if not simply just Cove shenanigans?

He takes a moment to even register your presence, your side at Cove’s hip was ultimately unsurprising and Cliff’s eyes would always land on his beloved son first. Luckily, he didn't look hard enough to see Cove’s unfocused eyes, or the fact that his sheets were thrown rather haphazardly over him despite the heat.

“Hey kids, just wanted to check up on Cove and let him know I'm back from work.” He says with his signature smile. You desperately want to collapse where you stand. 

“I'll be going to bed soon, and I've put some snacks in the fridge for later. Help yourselves if you'd like.”

“You two don't have too much fun! See ya!” He says as he turns to leave.

Cove's knuckles had gone white from how hard he was gripping the shelf. His head was thrown back, eyes wide and thoughtless. 

He helped you settle on him, pulling you in to peck kisses along your face the whole time, before throwing his head back as you take a dainty hold of his cock.

The tip of him nudged at you, feeling so much wider than the fingers you had stuffed inside you before. You didn't even know if you'd open up around him- it took a great deal of him teasing you open slowly just to be able to dig two fingers into you.

It was more than you ever had in you… but something about the sharp sting of his digits spreading you open made you pant even just thinking about it. He felt so hot, and leaked so much pre that it smeared into your hole stickily. 

Cove was somehow in a much more miserable state than you - positively - as it seemed his aching arousal had turned his brain into horny mush. He only had the capacity to whine and whimper as you rubbed against his cock, gauging whether it'd be possible to just bite the bullet and try shoving him into you.

His voice crackled with pleas, begging you to make him feel good.

You bit your lip at the idea of feeling just how much it'd hurt. Cove, for all his voracious appetite, had grown to be quite the big man. He easily dwarfed you while standing and that growth had definitely reflected on him downstairs. 

You slid him from your hole up to your belly, feeling the heavy weight of it bump against you leaving a wet imprint of saliva. Previously denying his orgasm had left him so flushed you were worried it was hurting him, but he seemed perfectly happy to rub against you like this.

But.. you so desperately wanted to get down to business, to feel him push deep into your belly and spread you open farther than you ever had been. Something in your heart called for it desperately. Called for him. 

With a shaky breath you take him in your hand and lift yourself up, bracing yourself on his chest. You pressed him to you, spreading around your slick and pressing kisses to his throat. 

His hands snap up from their limp position to grip your hips. He's looking down at you, looking completely out of it. His pupils are almost completely dilated, his pale blue iris stark against the deep flush of his face.  

You watch his head flop backwards weakly as his cock finally starts to inch past your tight ring of muscle, with a breathy utterance of his signature ‘Oh my god-’

It's slow going, having to rock against him to slowly work him into you. Cove seems to shake more and more with each and every centimetre he sinks into you. With every movement, there's a tight pinch of protest, and you realise with a jolt that there's a faint indent of him on your belly. He was so big inside you, your body was being forced to make room.

You can't help but let out a tiny, purring moan as the stretch heightens just before his base. Despite your eagerness, you force yourself to pause for a moment lest you tear yourself. Ever the darling, Cove takes your cheek in his hand, breathily asking if you were okay- you couldn't admit that you were in fact in pain, he’d want to stop immediately even if you were enjoying it immensely. 

His voice cracks as you squeeze down onto him… your own slick bubbled over his length, letting you smoothly take the rest of him in. God- your hips felt like they were being pushed apart, and his tip pressed firmly against something inside you, causing a low, constant ache deep in your belly.