Ten Tickles
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.
These were yours now, and someone needed to protect and take care of the endangered species.
