Kinktober day 7 - Tentacles + Oviposition Blue Ringed Octopus Hybrid Konig x reader ˚.⋆𓂃𓊝 cw: dub-con, aphrodisiac, tentacles, possessive Konig, oviposition, womb fucking, afab reader, dark themes, bondage??, belly bulge, breeding, eggs, This one's actually really freaky so proceed with caution

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You took the job as a caretaker at the local aquarium because you had an interest in aquatic creatures, but certainly didn't expect to become so tightly bonded with a certain, strange octopus hybrid. Konig seemed to be quite shy, or irritated by being seen by so many people, you couldn't tell which, yet. The only way you could tell he was still in the tank, was those bright blue rings glowing in the dark corners of his little rock cove.

You barely ever saw Konig, only being warned by the older caretakers to keep away from the edge of the tank, he's been known to nab things off of guests, jewelry, phones, anything shiny really.

When you worked the night shift you could see his tentacles flashing and changing colour, blue rings lighting up before dying back down again, only for the cycle to repeat itself. Foolishly, it drew you closer, wanting to just take one peak at the male, wandering much too close to the edge of the tank, standing above the water's edge on the feeding platform.

It was calm here, water lapping near your feet, one of Konig's tentacles slowly emerging from the hidden cove, coming to the surface to greet you. You knew it was wrong to be here, that you could get fired, but you didn't have anything shiny on you, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal.

Your reached out towards the water's edge, tapping the surface a few times to create ripples, to tell the tentacle exactly where you were. The vibrant yellow flesh curled around your wrist, the blue iridescent rings brightening up feeling the warmth of your hand before finally settling down to suckle on your skin.

On the surface, he was a shy octopus who craved warmth and affection, growing clingy and needy for you as the months passed, and every night, more tentacles would come out to greet you. They all had to be equally loved by you, of course!

Konig's routine was ruined however when you were finally caught on your midnight excursions and heavily reprimanded, banning you from coming near Konig's tank again.

He was furious that you'd been taken away from him, his precious mate stolen from his grasp. Konig didn't hesitate to make the other caretakers lives a living hell for the transgressions of one man.

He inked his enclosure so heavily no one could see into the murky depths. His tentacles beat against the glass, cracks spider webbing across the now delicate wall. Live feeding was horrendous, with tentacles whipping out of the water, latching on to ankles and biting with the suckers until flesh tore.

Konig was completely unbearable, a safety hazard at best, ready to kill someone at worst. Your boss couldn't take it anymore and reluctantly allowed you back to see Konig, and hopefully calm him down.

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He could smell you before you came close enough for him to see. The tank was inked black, impossible to clean considering his behaviour these past few days. That allowed Konig to linger just below the water's surface, his thick, colourful tentacles already coming out to see his beloved mate.

He would never let anyone take you away from him again.

The familiar feeling of his warm, slick tentacles gliding over your skin sends a shiver down your spine. It's like they have a mind of their own, seeming more aggressive with you than usual, but the teeth imbedded in the suckers beginning to chew and tear at you clothing was like a rock dropping into your stomach.

"you are so warm" Konig whispered lowly as he emerged from the inky darkness, trying not to frighten his skittish mate who seemed to be growing more distressed when his tentacles slid further up your body, craving your hot skin, which included any tight, slick orifices they could sink into as well.

"shh, shh, my liebling, don't you dare scream." He cooed softly, coaxing you to lean closer to the water's edge, his version of coaxing being dragging you over, close enough for him to lay a heavy hand on the back of your neck, scruffing you as if you were a puppy, so he could sink his teeth into your skin. Paralytic venom mixed with an aphrodisiac, a toxic love bite, something specially engineered to make you a little softer, a little bit more plaint for him tore through you veins, you heart pumping the toxin to every tissue in your body.

"it's okay, kleine, you will look so good stuffed full of my eggs." He hums, pleased with how docile you looked, how only a tiny bit of aphrodisiac can make his mate so needy and pliant.

You could feel the sudden weakness in your muscles and heat crawling over you skin, an uncomfortable sweat breaking out that only made Konig's tentacles wriggle more aggressively in delight, nosing against the warmer areas of your body. It felt like your brain was coated with warm, syrupy molasses, everything feeling slow to process and tingly.

You could only watch as Konig's limbs curled around you so gently, growing tender in nature when you submitted, albeit a bit reluctantly, but he didn't really care. One of his many tentacles slithered up your body, slick and eager, wrapping around your plush breasts and squeezing, one of the suckers latching on to your pebbled nipple to tease and tug at it.

There were no bones to the tentacles thick bodies, only pure muscle to them as they pull you closer to the edge, right into Konig's arms and into the unusually warm water of the tank.

Now, you weren't a prude by any means, having had a bit of experience with other people. But the deeper, more depraved part of your mind quivered with excitement at the idea of being fucked by the octopus hybrid. The feeling his slimy tentacles writhing inside of your warm, gummy walls had you leaking a pornographic amount of slick into his enclosure.

His gentle caress where merely a distraction however, as a strange thick looking tentacle emerged from his body, slinking up your thighs to nudge at your swollen, sticky cunt, parting your soft folds around the tip before inching its way inside.

The stretch burned, the tentacles around you gripped on to your limbs, holding you in place as his ovipositor impatiently pushed its way deeper. Your walls clamped down like vice around it, trying to prevent it from probing around, but the rippling of your walls just made it more active, until it nudged against you cervix.

"relax for me, schatzi, be a good girl, be a good host."

A heavy, full feeling settled itself inside your tummy, the cock-like flesh pulsing with unfamiliar life, twitching and spasming. It was curious in nature, bumping against your cervix, exploring the barrier to your fertile womb that it so dearly wanted to sink itself into, rubbing itself into every conceivable surface it could, leaving you a whimpering, shuddering mess of overstimulation. Your nerves felt like they were on fire.

It felt so good, but was so frustrating, just being poked and prodded at with no real end in sight, like the ovipositor was exploring and committing your body to memory rather than doing it's actual job.

Konig could sense your ever-growing frustration, the way you whined and squirmed in his arms, his warm tentacles stroking over your soft skin, trying to comfort you and keep you happy.

One more tentative nudge, and the thick, veiny ovipositor buried itself inside of you, startling you with a sudden yelp before Konig's tendrils held your knees open while he thrust in and out of you. You couldn't do much to fight it, falling limply against Konig's chest while you cried out, every nerve along your walls stimulated in the most delicious way, even if the rhythm was a little sloppy and uncoordinated.

The textured, ribbed surface of the appendage rubbed against you cervix once again, growing more insistent to get inside as it jerked and writhed against it, attempting to force its way it. What should have been painful brought shameful moans to your lips, the tentacle finally forcing your cervix to give way so it could sink inside, the head of it lodged inside your womb.

You couldn't move, could barely breathe or see straight when you felt a strange clench run through the length of the tentacle, rhythmic in nature and powerful, forcing a fat, round shaped orb up through its length. You could feel the shape of it as it pressed against your walls, scraping so perfectly right against that particular bundle of nerves before another one followed shortly after.

You were weak, overstimulated with pleasure and only being kept afloat by Konig's arms and tentacles, so the soft fluttering of you walls only served to pulls the eggs deeper, only getting caught on your cervix for a moment before a rough thrust from the ovipositor pushed them inside with a lewd pop.

God, it was too much, too much stimulation, too much pleasure, your pussy and now womb was way too full. Your head lolled back against Konig's shoulder, eyes rolling back into your skull while the implication that you were being stuffed full of sticky, soft eggs sat like a tac in the back of your mind, only for you to lose consciousness a few seconds later as the second egg made a home for itself inside your body.

When you came to, you were lying on the side of the deck back where you had originally been, soaking wet and exhausted, Konig's tentacles still curing around you, cradling you in a protective and possessive manner, especially your tummy, now swollen taut with a modest paunch.

God, oh god—

Eggs.

So many eggs.

How many were there, you couldn't even count anymore, already packed inside snuggly against one another. The ovipositor had long since left you, exhausted and sore from all the squeezing your poor cunt abused it with.

But there was Konig, overly satisfied, the blue rings on his tentacles flashing brightly with satisfaction that his mate had done so well for herself.

Maybe it was the neurotoxin seeping deep into every crevice of you brain, but it felt good. it felt right.

CW: nsfw, eggpreg / oviposition. Trans ftm Grace implied -> no explicit words for his genitals used, but it’s implied he has a vulva + vagina + uterus. MINORS DNI, STATEMENT.

Grockdrian haunts me with visions everyday tbh. Adrian is “the dad and the pet they said they didn’t want” with Grace to me

Eridians fall in love. It’s not like it used to be where it was survival of the fittest—you wanted someone who could create the best offspring. Nowadays, those things are just seen as a very attractive bonus. “Wow that Eridian is so smart/strong/etc, I’d love for them to carry my eggs” is a common fantasy. While pre-Grace Rocky and Adrian didn’t plan on raising their own pebbles anytime soon, they had their fair share of fooling around with the idea when their respective cycle rolls around.

Adrian is enamored with the idea of Rocky teaching their kids how to build and problem solve. Rocky daydreams about Adrian, his mate that’s nearly double his size, happily letting their children sit on top of his carapace as they work. And then there’s the more steamy (lavatic if you will) fantasies—Adrian’s hand pressing down on their mate’s ovipositor to help the eggs come down; teasing Adrian as they get worked up from their body preparing to lay.

Ultimately, the marble-sized eggs don’t merge and harden before getting tossed. Eridians don’t really have an attachment to them, especially mated ones that aren’t actively trying to conceive. Passing on to the next generation isn’t necessary for the species’ survival, so Rocky and Adrian get to have a little kinky fun with it

And then in comes ryland grace, who Adrian isn’t completely enamored with at first, honestly. He’s fragile and starving when he gets to Erid, and Adrian sees how much their mate has fallen for this weird, wet creature. Rocky brought him home with a courting mark on his arm and plenty of hope, but Adrian sees the condition Grace is in and prepares for their mate to be heartbroken.

Still, this human helped saved their entire planet and their mate.

Adrian will fix.

Ryland settles in and Adrian becomes the head of the human’s biodome team. The human’s species is ridiculously needy—Adrian huffs a little when they shift the in-house-rain system a few degrees for the third time that week. But it’s something new beyond waiting for answers about their star’s death, though—Grace shares with them science and computers and a new language. For the first time in many years, Adrian finds themself genuinely excited to enter their lab everyday.

They become friends. Rocky is thrilled that Adrian now comes to visit with him in the mornings beyond checking on the structural integrity of the place.

Eventually, the two of them get really close. Adrian visits Ryland beyond just checkups, and they begin to work on building a proper lab in the dome for the two of them to share. They’re both equally fascinated with each other’s planet, constantly showing the other something new. They get lost in working parallel for hours, becoming so comfortable with each other that they don’t even need to communicate.

It reminds Adrian of when they first met Rocky—an awkward and talented pretty thing with a habit of falling over.

Adrian doesn’t know when they started finding Grace pretty, but Rocky has been calling the human “Captain-Scientist-Doctor-Pretty-Ryland-Grace-Unmated” for long enough that neither of them blink an eye when it becomes “Captain-Scientist-Doctor-Pretty-Ryland-Grace-Courted-Rocky-Adrian-Offlimits.” They barely discuss it as the human’s presence in their lives becomes easy. It’s like he’s just another part of their society, like Grace was born there.

Grace getting a proper job as a teacher is the final nail in the coffin for both of them. Ryland is more than amazing with the kids—he memorizes their names beyond what he calls them in English. He puts the Eridians that are still learning to perceive 3D structures closer to the front. He never lets one of the little ones who struggles to learn the alphabet texture fall behind, going as far to design them a special bio-suit so they could enter the dome and learn one-on-one. Adrian is over the moons when he gets the bashful design request. When they bring the blueprints home to Rocky that night, their mate makes a comment about Grace raising Eridians of his own.

Something in Adrian stirs excitedly at the concept of Grace raising Eridians. Not his students, but Rocky and Adrian’s. They imagine Grace holding blue, brown, and green pebbles, the human chirping and squawking as they climb up his chest. Grace watching over the eggs carefully, using the instruments he helped design on with Adrian to make sure their internal development goes well makes them both swoon.

Grace’s internal temperature just barely matches the range of required temperatures for best clutch viability. They ponder that for a little while, something possessive and hot swelling in them at the idea of Grace walking around clearly claimed by where his two mates marked him inside and out. Grace making the strained sounds he does when exerting just for his mates to hear as he pushes down. Adrian holding the human to their front while Rocky sits between their little human’s legs, helping them pass their clutch and making sure it feels good. Maybe Adrian could reach a free arm around and play with the top of the human’s external genitalia that was as fascinating as it was terrifying—why humans evolved to have something so fragile and important on the outside they don’t know—and seeing how much their human could take, just how much they could leak.

The train of thought startles them—Grace became their mate at some point, hadn’t he? It had been months of courting with gifts ranging from food, to nesting material, to the finest jewelry Rocky could make. Adrian had built Grace an entire lab full of his favorite things. They had completely changed Grace’s name in Eridian and everyone knew that this incredibly strong, smart, and talented creature was very much claimed. The three would live the rest of their lives as a happy mated triad.

…Unbeknownst to Rocky and Adrian, Ryland Grace has zero fucking clue of this.

hm? whats wrong? your stomach feels weird? i can see why... your eggs are growing! look at that belly. lift up your shirt for me? oh c'mon don't be shy, let me feel! your bump is so warm... god look at you grow. yeah...you look properly gravid now.

your chest aches? do you need to be milked? hey, it's okay! no need to get all flustered like that! take your shirt off and lemmie check....yeah, look at how puffy and engorged those tits are. its deeeefinitely time to get milked. do you want me to rub your tummy after? would that make you feel better?

god look at that belly, you're practically ready to pop! you're seriously stretched to your limits here. could i... suck on your navel? just a little...? i know i know its so sensitive but you just look so cute on my couch pinned under your huge taut bump. its not like you could reach to push me away anyways... really? i can? thank you so much!!

what is it? your water broke? oh yay!! here, lay down and take your pants off. i know it's so embarrassing but they're gonna get stuck if you dont. you don't wanna have your pussy stretched by the same egg over and over, do you? haha, i see that blush! but seriously, strip and lay down.

You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)

I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum  😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and  the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible 

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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a  familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.

Thump.

The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.

Thump. Thump.

Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.

Thump-thump-thump.

Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.

The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.

"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."

As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy 

The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.

Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.

You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.

On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.

“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”

You hadn't expected what lurked in the pond, but you had seen the teasing of a cave opening behind the waterfall. It was hot, you had been walking, and you were sweaty, and most of all- alone, so you thought. Surely a quick dip would hurt, right?

You dropped your gear far enough away to not get wet, stripped your clothes and laid them out to dry, and swam into the lake, brushing past what felt like water plants.

It was but mere minutes of splashing about and enjoying yourself when, suddenly, what you thought was a plant quickly wrapped itself around your leg, another taking your other leg, and as what felt like suckers began to stick to your legs for a better grip, you realized that what you had brushed was not, in fact, plant-like at all.

Too little, too late- suddenly there were more tentacles- because these had to be tentacles, even if they belonged to no octopus or squid on the planet- began to brush against you, wind around your waist to better hold you in place despite all your efforts to struggle out.

And then, one of them, a much thicker-feeling one, brushed against your most sensitive spot, and your body reacted as all bodies do, and whatever it was that had you seemed to know it too.

You didn't even have time to gasp, before that tentacle was teasing your folds, finding your warming hole, and burrowing in.

Any sound you would have made was cut off by the sudden rush of being filled, and then the tentacle continued to push in even further, stretching you out, stuffing your pussy full, and then going even further- past your cervix, which oddly enough didn't even hurt.

You felt hot, all over but especially in your core and your clit and your hole. You felt yourself getting wet, despite being in the water. You had stopped struggling the moment the tentacle found its way inside you and had opened your legs wider, to allow more of it in.

The tentacle made its way into your warm, ready womb, and began to feel around, pushing and prodding at different areas, before oh-so-slowly retreating. You swore you were there for entire minutes as it pulled out of you.

Once it did, you heavily mourned its loss, but you had barely a moment to brace as you were pulled forward, into the waterfall and then behind it into the cave and then further, away from the sunlight and into the dark, where the tentacles glowed but not enough to reveal what had you.

You were laid on the stone floor where it sloped into the water, your bottom half submerged, and the tentacles wrapped around you again and spread your legs as far as they could go, except this time more held you down by the torso, entwining around your plump tits, and bound your arms above you.

You watched in odd anticipation as a tentacle that had to be even thicker than the last felt you down, teased your fold open much like the last one, and bulled into your hole without hesitation. You were filled up almost immediately, and then stretched further than you thought possible, and a single, short and utterly filthy moan escaped you.

The tentacle thrust into you as much as possible, but it didn't go past your cervix, and instead seemed to pull out of you almost as slowly as the last one- this creature was fucking you.

And you felt nothing but pleasure and heat and the need for more- you wanted it to fill you to the brim, to burrow into your womb like the last one and stay there.

It was teasing you by pulling out so slowly. You whined and moaned and wordlessly begged. When it was just the tip left, it paused, and the excitement you felt at getting split again waned when it did nothing, just stayed there. You began to get restless, and frustrated, and needy.

And when you least expected it, it thrust into you again as fast as before, trying to fit even more of itself into you, and all you could do was shout in ecstasy.

When it pulled out, it went faster, and didn't wait for anything before bulling into you again. With every retreat, it got faster, and faster, and faster, and next thing you knew you were laying there getting endlessly fucked by it, no space to breath, constant whimpers and cute moans and trembling limbs. The tentacles coiled around your breasts began to squeeze in time, and suckers latched onto your nipples to suck in time, and next thing you knew you were approaching the edge-

And then, with one last, massive, fast fuck, it billowed in you, and pushed past your cervix, where you felt the tip expanding, and everything... stopped?

You whined, high and loud and slutty, looking down at where your pussy was stretched around a glowing tentacle, only to see something inside stretching the limb around it, moving down, down, down... to your entrance, where it stopped.

The creature tensed the muscles behind the egg, thrust the tentacle deeper into you, where the bulbous shape pushed past your folds, pushing against the walls of your pussy even more than the tentacle had, and you keened, higher than you thought possible for you and echoing throughout the cave, as it slowly inched its way further in, slipping past your cervix and into your womb, where you felt a rush of something, and the round shape settle into you. It was laying its eggs in you.

You had never been so wet.

Eagerly, you opened your legs impossibly wider, and watching with whoreish anticipation as each egg made its way to you, where you matched its thrusts to get the eggs inside of you as fast as possible, to settle into your waiting womb.

The space between each egg got shorter and shorter, until they were each coming right behind the other, and no more thrusts were needed because your entrance was perpetually kept stretched open enough for each egg to slip on by. The creature still did, at random, to keep you edging. This was the best fuck you've ever had.

Slowly, you watched your stomach expand as you quickly lost count of eggs, first a slight bulge, then a prominent one, and quickly enough you couldn't even see the tentacle nor your pussy anymore, and even further beyond. 9 months pregnant, then past due, then twins, then triplets, and even further beyond that. The tentacles shifted and rolled you onto your side as you got bigger and bigger, shifted everything inside of you and you almost came then and there.

Whole feet, then yards. You were pregnant with a whole adult person, then two.

It stopped at three, before exiting your cervix, but the expanded tip didn't shrink, and there were still eggs in it. It laid them in your hole, then, three of them- they kept you perpetually stretched out, and you knew you were going to be edging for a long while. You were excited at the idea, and felt a gush of slick in anticipation.

The third one sat right at the entrance to your hole, keeping your folds open, and the tip stayed inflated as it held them in place, before-

More tentacles, thinner than the last but still thick enough, multiple of them- you couldn't see past your engorged belly to count how many- pushed and fought their way past the eggs into you, at different speeds and stopping at different lengths inside, bulling into your womb and stopping right at it and only going halfway through or just shy of the tip, each of them fucking you at their own pace, and your screamed in a rush and blissful heat and joy and pure dopamine flooded your system, finally cumming, and the tentacles fucked you all the way through it and then past it, endlessly thrusting in and out until you were edging on a second orgasm, at the very precipice, before they each seemed to inflate in girth and then gushed themselves, fertilizing the eggs inside you.

Nothing dripped out, thanks to the one still holding everything in place, and centimeter by centimeter, all the limbs left you. The eggs in your pussy were so big that you couldn't close your legs together even if you wanted to, and your stomach was so absolutely massive that you couldn't even move. The other limbs around your waist and arms and tits stayed, keeping you in place. You were beyond frustrated, squirming and grinding your legs together to try and get you past that edge of the climax, but the tentacles stuck to your nipples and wound around your tits squeezed and sucked hard in punishment, and while it was delightful, it did nothing.