Rae Writes Fiction

"Aww. A little shy? Thought you liked running that mouth of yours."

You shook your head again, lip firmly stuck between your teeth with the vain hope that the pain would distract you from the way his tentacle was trying to sneak under your panties.

"Take that fucking thing out of your mouth and let us hear you." His hands were at your face quicker than you could blink, squeezing at the hinge of your jaw to make it open for him.

"I'm scared," you whispered, the arousal not completely overshadowing the discomfort of these unknown snakes touching you. He'd tried to bring them out before, but it was always just one and just a tease. This felt like he was trying to get you used to something.

"You're scared, love? Shoulda just said something. How about a little something to suck on, eh? Keep you nice and polite for your dad how I know you wanna be."

You nodded shyly, excited to have his fingers on you instead of his... things. You relaxed your mouth so your lips hung open, wet and waiting for the weight of his thumb on your tongue. You should've known better. Another tentacle burst from his chest, slipping between your lips before you could even think to close them. It dove in, deeper than what you would call comfortable, too tight against your gag reflex to even give you that as an out. It felt like it kept getting thicker, once a small tendril and now a large black mass stretching your jaw.

"Feel better? You love sucking cock so much this seems like the next best thing."

You wanted to cry, to tell him that you'd rather have the roughest deep throat he's ever given you than this. Too big, too deep, too... gross. Whenever it moved you got the heebie-jeebies, not sure if the vein-like ridges kept it more human or more barbaric. You felt the tapered end slide down your throat, flicking and pressing hard enough for Butcher to see the imprint on your neck.

"Well I'll be," he whispered, voice heavy with appreciation as his fingers gently trailed down the column of your throat while his tentacles scrambled out of the way of his touch. "Didn't know you could take it like that, sweetheart. Maybe I'm not bein' rough enough with you."

You tried to shake your head, needing him to know that you can't take it like this. That he's plenty fucking rough already but would always take his worst day over these things.

"Are you cryin', love? We've got you that desperate? One down the throat and the other at your cunt still isn't enough?"

Tears streamed down your face at the misunderstanding, trying to show him without words that a little rubbing at your clit wasn't enough to make this treatment feel even close to good.

"Let's give her a little more," he said, needlessly talking to his friends that spouted out of his chest.

Sobs tried to wrack your body as they ripped your panties off, the embarrassingly damp fabric making a heavy sound when they hit the floor. You were too immobilized to even cry, you just had to choke around what Billy was feeding you. The one that was rubbing on you came back after it's hack-job with your panties, and you managed a moan around the one in your throat when you got to feel the hot ridges up close. It touched you just like Billy; hot and hard and exactly what you need. It rubbed at your clit in a way that made it feel like you were riding it, even though you were completely immobilized. Your head would've drooped forward from the pleasure if you could manage it.

"Knew you'd come around. Just needed a little warm-up, yeah?"

You groaned around the intrusion in your mouth, hoping he doesn't see how wet you're getting as an invitation.

"Now I'm going to try something, and I'm gonna keep your throat all plugged up because I know you're going to bitch something awful, but I promise you'll love it. Came right around to the one down your throat, eh?"

Another one slid out of his chest, and you knew to be uneasy because it was directed right between your legs.

"Like I said, you'll whine like a motherfucker but I promise you'll love it."

The new one slid through your cunt, rubbing on your slit without going inside and gathering all the moisture there. The one playing with your clit kept you right at the edge, clenching around nothing and trying to ignore the fact that you really, really, need something inside you. After it got itself coated in your slick, it moved back a little. The slimy head of it circled your rim, telling you what it's about to do, and you jerked. You tried to wiggle out of it's grip, but all you accomplished was making the pleasure on your clit stop.

"To keep things fair, if you keep trying to get away I'm gonna have to go in dry and without any kisses on your clit to make it better. While I'd normally love to hear you scream, it seems that the thing you scream from is rather tied up at the moment. Do you think you can behave yourself for your dad or am I gonna have to watch you bruise your throat around me?"

You stayed quiet, hoping he would accept that as your submission.

"All right then."

You felt the pressure on your ring of muscle again, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation. The head was actually quite thin, and when it breached all you had in answer was a quiet hum around the thickness in your mouth. After you had a couple inches in you, a punishment for the fight you kicked up earlier, the pressure on your clit returned. Against your will you keened at the pleasure, the writhing fullness in your ass only making the motion on your clit feel sweeter. Futilely, you tried to speak, to warn Billy you were nearly there, but all you could manage were some loud hums and flicks of your tongue.

"I know, love. You deserve it."

With a sick fucking smile on his face, the tendril around your throat that was apparently lying in wait tightened up enough that you could barely breathe. Your face felt hot and you struggled to catch a breath, selfishly praying you could still cum like this. The waves of pleasure kept building, and you felt fucking high with pleasure. You reached the peak, and just as it was naturally about to crash the tentacle in your ass seemed to double in size and started moving. It fucked you through your orgasm, slick pouring out of your pussy while your ass felt stretched to ruin. You shook, the tentacles only growing in size to try and keep you steady on Billy's lap. Tears leaked down your face, and at this point you weren't sure if they were from the pain of the intrusion in your ass of the pleasure of the rubbing on your clit or both or neither. You ached to call out Billy's name, needing the soft attention of your daddy after he just put you through so much.

Mercifully, you felt the pressure lessening. The things snaked their way out slowly enough for you to feel every ridge, one against the soft palate of your throat and the other the tight muscle of your ass. A vicious gag ripped through you when it nudged your uvula, queuing up the tears to start again. Your body shook with relief of mobility, and you fell onto Billy's now normal looking chest.

"I jus' wanted to ride you," you said through your teary eyes, trying to hide yourself and ignore the burning that his tentacles left in their wake.