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9: Oviposition

"You're doing great, Nancy," Michelle praises, offering her a smile with too many sharp teeth. Only a few moments ago, she bit down on Nancy's inner thigh and filled her with the aphrodisiac venom that makes her so relaxed and desperate to be filled that this should be easy. "Just relax for me, baby girl."

Nancy nods, though it's hard to relax with a squirming tentacle buried so deep in her pussy she can almost taste it in the back of her throat. It probes her walls, feeling how much give there is and trying to make sure she's as wet and needy as possible to ease the process.

Then the thin tip begins to probe at the opening of her cervix and even with the venom in her veins, Nancy tenses up and whimpers. Michelle shushes her again and kisses her, her human hands skating over Nancy's sides to try and provide some comfort to her.

"Let me in, you can do it."

Without waiting for an affirmative, the tentacle begins to force its way into her cervix. She cries out from the strange and slightly painful intrusion, but it's not so bad once it settles in there and stays still. Then, still not warning Nancy, Michelle begins to pass the eggs through the tentacle. She feels it at the opening of her pussy. At least in this aspect, the venom has her so relaxed that the stretch comes easily and brings her no pain, though she can absolutely feel how big it is. She shudders in pleasure up until the point where the bulge in the tentacle reaches her cervix.

"No, Michelle, I can't, I can't, I can't-"

"You can. Take a deep breath." Michelle bites her again, on her throat this time, flooding her with a fresh wave of venom that makes her brain let go of every thought that isn't the physical sensations she's experiencing. "There's a good girl."

The egg forces its way through her cervix and Nancy screams, her whole body tensing as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her. She can feel herself dripping around the tentacle. The egg makes a heavy weight in her uterus that she's unused to. She squirms a little, clinging to Michelle, but it's not over.

Another one begins to work its way into her body and she sobs. She shakes her head. She thrashes, unable to stay still, until some of Michelle's other tentacles hold her down. All she can do is lay here and take it.

8: Somnophilia

For his whole life, Buck has struggled with insomnia, and with all the stress and trauma he deals with as a firefighter, things haven't gotten better. Finally, however, his doctor has prescribed him a sleeping medication to use- off shift only- so he can get some rest and quit running him into the ground. Eddie is happy for him, obviously, but there's more to it than that. After Buck's first good night's sleep in years, he sat Eddie down and explained to him what he wanted.

"This stuff knocks me out," he had said. "I'm dead to the world. You could do anything, and it probably wouldn't wake me up."

Which led to a thorough discussion, and now, to Eddie walking into their bedroom about an hour after Buck passed out. He looks so peaceful when he's actually sleeping. His face is completely blank, lips parted, hair messy and a little curly. He's not even clothed, in preparation for tonight, so Eddie gets to admire his bare ass and soft cock against his thigh.

He can't help the way the sight and accompanying thoughts make him hard as rock. There's so much he wants to do, but for now, he'll start simple. He slides into bed next to Buck, already naked as well, and takes his cock in hand. He taps the spongey head against Buck's slack lips. They're so warm and soft. In his sleep, Buck sniffles, but doesn't move at all.

Slowly, Eddie guides himself into Buck's mouth. It's so hot and wet, and Buck's tongue flutters against the base. Eddie swears under his breath and threads his hands through Buck's hair and guides him, careful not to push in too deep.

As he fucks his mouth, Eddie gets more confident. Buck has barely stirred at all. He starts to force him to take more, grinding his hips up into Buck's mouth so that he can feel the back of his throat fluttering around his cock. This is the point where Buck whines a little and furrows his brow, but he still remains adrift.

Eddie glances down to see that Buck has managed to get hard just from this. He must be dreaming of Eddie, he thinks smugly, because even asleep he loves to be used.

it doesn't take long for Eddie to be close. He won't come inside Buck, too concerned with choking him, so at the last moment, he pulls out and comes on his face, marking him up with concrete proof of what's happened.

10: Temperature Play

Carlos is always weak for TK. He's always been ridiculously sensitive, and with his boyfriend knowing exactly how to touch him, he's powerless to avoid desperation. This is a new level, however.

TK had the brilliant idea to try temperature play, which is how Carlos wound up on his back, hands tied to the headboard, squirming as TK jerks him off with one warm and wet hand while he uses the other to trace Carlos' nipples with an ice cube.

"Feel good, baby?"

He nods and whines. TK just smirks at him, which is all the warning he get before TK switches hands and his ice cold skin is wrapped around Carlos' cock instead. Immediately, he arches off the bed with a sharp cry. He can't tell if it brought him closer to the edge or pushed him away. All he knows is that he has no idea what to do with the overwhelming pattern of sensations. He whimpers out a plead, not certain what for, to which TK responds with a shit-eating grin.

"I know, baby. It's so much, isn't it?"

He nods.

"Oh, sweet boy, you're doing so well for me."

The second his hand has started to warm up, he lets go. Carlos scarcely has the time to protest over the sudden loss of sensation before the ice cube that was on his chest is suddenly against the head of his cock, rubbing in tiny little circles. He cries out at the sudden sensation and tries to get away from it- with no success, as it turns out.

4: Cock Warming

It isn't like TK wasn't warned. He knows better than to mouth off, especially when he's been given a direct order, but he's spent so long being a brat and riling people up that it's hard to just be a good boy without a fight. Besides that, there's something to be said about the pleasure of Carlos making him behave. Typically, his punishments are still enjoyable and more than tolerable, but Carlos told him if he couldn't behave, he'd regret it.

Now, he's on his knees on the floor, settled between Carlos' knees with his mouth stuffed full of cock. Carlos is just long enough that when he holds TK down like this, the head of his cock presses against the back of his throat. TK can still breathe through his nose if he concentrates, but it's not easy and he can feel his drool seeping into Carlos' boxers that he didn't even bother to take off.

The worst part is that he isn't even hard. If he was hard, TK could get him off and then it would be over, but he's been specifically instructed not to even try and make him that way. No, he just has to sit here like this, the weight of Carlos heavy on his tongue, and try to be as still as possible. It's humiliating in the best possible way. He's still a little miffed about the whole thing, though.

His eyes start to drift shut and Carlos tugs at his hair. "No, baby. Look at me."

He looks up at Carlos through his lashes, sure he's a sight with his flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and obscenely stretched lips. Carlos uses his free hand to caress the side of his face, just barely smiling as he stares at him.

"You're so pretty like this. Like you were made for it. Were you made to keep my cock warm in your slutty mouth, baby?"

TK mumbles an affirmative, but nothing understandable comes out.