Hi this is Violet_Visage. Eldritch sex anon saw 👻’s recent post and decided the best thing to do was to poke me the entire day going “V. V. Remember that wip you threw out. V. Look look look look look” until I relented and dug out the wip. Absolute menace.
Anyway yeah, this is a snippet of something I wrote a bit of and didn’t like, so it got tossed in my wip graveyard, but eldritch sex anon is convinced that people here will like it so, uh, I guess this is one of my few wip corpses that gets to (at least partially) see the light of day?
D3rlord3 is drowning. He’s sure of it.
There’s slime in his ass, slime in his mouth, slime suffocating him from all sides…he’s never wondered what it would be like to swim in a slimy sea, but he also can’t bring himself to care about his predicament.
Because one Avery is sucking him off with fervor, another has a dick in his mouth, and yet another is fucking him from behind. Even more are squished all over him, the slime against his bare skin the only thing keeping him cool despite the burning heat under his skin. Through a small gap in the blur of green, he sees the original staring at him with unabashed lust.
“You’re so pretty, D3r,” Real Avery purrs, and he can only moan in response. He thinks he lost sensation—or rather, any sensation other than pure pleasure—back around Avery #5. Or maybe it was #7? He’s also lost count of Averys.
He gasps around a mouthful of dick as his body tenses and clenches once more, and he must be coming dry now. How many times has it been? At this point, he doesn’t think he can’t count past three. He doesn’t think he can count past one. The Avery on top of him groans, then something cool and slimy is filling him once more, first from behind, then in his mouth. He swallows the best he can, the rest trickling out from the sides.
“You’re doing so good,” Avery—he has no idea which one—murmurs. He gasps fresh air for a split second before he’s filled once more, body jerking on pure instinct, chasing the heady bliss that threatens to swallow him whole. “You look so cute when you’re a mess.”
He wants to protest, but he doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be protesting. All he can focus on is slime upon slime, cradling him in gentle coolness in contrast to the rough movements.
“You’re almost there,” one Avery says. It would be encouraging, if not for the fact that they’ve been saying that for the last…who knows how long now. “You want to make us all feel good, don’t you?”
I’m screwed, he thinks, and nods helplessly anyway.
Other potential ideas I had that didn’t make it into writing:
Avery getting the duplication idea after seeing the King fuck D3rLord3 with multiple tentacles
Before all that ^^ happened, one of the Averys was giving D3r a leg massage
D3r kissed one Avery and the others got jealous and whoops now they all want kisses
YEDYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYED THANK YOU ELDRITCH SEX ANON FOR BEING S MENACE THE WJOLE BLOG IS CHEERING YOU ON AND JOINING IN VIOLET VISAGE LET ME KISS YOUR HANDS PLATONICALLY AND AWEFILLED-FULLY
AVERY NUMBER 5 AND NUMBER 7 I LOVE YOU ILL ALSO LOVE AVER 100 AND AVERY 1000 WHEN THEYRE BROUGHT INTO EXISTENCE
[“You’re almost there,”] me too bro keep splitting into more mini yous and I’ll ascend into heaven
The additional ideas are also making me a little insane Derlord getting fucked by multiple tentacles is a visceral need and then one of the Avery’s giving a leg message sets them all off? PLEASEEEEE? HES SO EASY IM CRYING
