Still asleep in bed, having apparently overslept on this lazy sunday, Aamon silently tossed about in bed. Dressed in a large band t-shirt, from a concert Sidon had begged him to attend with her the previous night, he tussled about on top of the blankets and sheets.
Though soon enough, his rolling about stopped when Sidon introduced herself back into the mix. Nuzzled up against him, he was slowly stirred to wake by the warm body beside him and the sweet smell of her hair wafting up to him. He still had no idea what type of shampoo the woman used, but the scent was so intrinsically tied to her in his mind that it did a lot to help stir him.
āMmn...ā
Claws and tail looped around her lazily as he begun to, slowly, wake up. Seems the concert had taken quite a bit out of him.
āGāmornin....ā A lengthy, throaty yawn escaped him.Ā ā...Sidon.ā
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Junkrat wandered up to the woman and proceeded to poke one of her blades with the side of his pegleg, a heavy frown on his face while he set his hands on his hips. "Hooly dooly. Those things are terrifyin'. Where can I get one??" He looked up to her face with a joking grin. Although part of him was serious. He would fucking love a blade leg. @vortexnomad
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Aamon had almost fallen asleep when he heard a familiar tapping sounding throughout his house. For a few minutes, he simply dismissed it as nothing more than just his mind playing tricks on him. Wishful thinking right before his mind fell victim to sleep yet again. Though it kept sounding. Getting closer. Pushing himself up from bed, he pulled open his bedroom door and looked out into the hallway.
Sidon was here.
Dressed how one might expect for how late it was, the demon made a sleepy sound.
āSidon? Whatāre... you doing here?ā
He sounded concerned more than anything. Showing up at someoneās house this late was hardly ever a sign of good things.
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Aamon knew fully well that Sidon loved to experiment. Their very second sexual encounter involved the woman pegging him after all. But where they were was a situation the demon had never anticipated.
He had caught the woman reading some kind of comic from a local bookstore. The greedy grin spread across her face intrigued him as to what she was looking at. Her vain attempts to hide what she had been looking at made the demon even more curious. When he looked at the page and saw a woman being filled up in every last hole by tentaclesĀ he just had a single question.
āYou... like that?ā
It hadnāt been accusing or derogatory. It was simply a question. And when she finally admitted to it, Aamon had to remind her of a simple fact - whether he liked it or not, he was a sex demon. He had ways of making these things work.
Though of course, that didnāt mean heād be any less awkward than normal.
--
āYou ready yet?ā
Sidon called out, splayed underneath the demon. Magic was a wonderful thing, and though she couldnāt help but eye the tendrils that were now extending from the manās body, Aamon was still having trouble getting adjusted.
āIām just-- aahh, getting used to having twice my normal limbs...ā
Though the demon was straddling the womanās hips (something she let him do, since heād be in control) he was still having trouble getting set up. Each tendril moved just a few inches at a time. He was trying to perfect his control as he inched them closer and closer to Sidonās more sensitive areas. The woman couldnāt help but bite her lip, watching her extreme fantasy come closer and closer to life by the moment.
āHere, let me help.ā
She whispered as she crawled up close to him. She wanted to feel helpless and at theĀ ātentacle monsterāsā mercy, but with him being so new to this, she very quickly figured out that wouldnāt be happening tonight. But then again, the idea of slow, tender, tentacle love-making wasnāt too bad to her either! One hand took two of his tendrils, letting him continue to control the others as she brought the smooth figures down her body.
āFuck, I canāt believe it...ā
Feeling actual, real tentacles in her hand... it was strange to think about. She began thinking of all the naughty things Aamon could do now. Ways to tie her up and positions to put her in, before her thoughts were replaced by shock as she felt the demonās tendrils push inside of her. One tendril, slick and smooth pushed deep within her womanhood - while the other began to prod experimentally at her pucker.
āFuck. Aamon... thatās good. K-keep going.ā
With the Incubi still not entirely sure what he was doing, he began to blindly follow the commands of his lover. Each tendril moved forward. Sidonās velvety walls began to hug every last inch of her lovers faux member as it slid deeper and deeper without any kind of hesitation. Once it hit her cervix, the womanās air was knocked out of her by a sudden gasp. As her body loosened, the demonās other tendril pushed into her asshole, slowly writhing its way deeper inside of her. Looking down at the woman, her body arched in a spasm of sudden pleasure, Aamon would stop.
The demon scooped her up in his arms, before pulling the pair of them back onto the bedās headrest. Lying with her in his lap, and holding her close, he whispered.
āIs it alright?ā
She clung close to his body. Lips planted to his chest, showering his skin with tender kisses. In her own, silent way, she was thanking him for making this obtuse, perverse fantasy of herās a reality. But, soon enough, another thought struck her. Now sitting in his lip, she swayed her hips back and forth, driving the tentacles around her inside without his help. The sensation was pleasureable, but the situation itself sent a giggle out of her.
āYouāre lettinā me top again. Someoneās pretty nervous about this, arenāt they?ā
Sidonās words were met by a nod from the blushy demon. She responded with a kiss to his nose, followed by a solid few seconds of nuzzling against him.
āWell, donāt be. I love that you did this for me. But... since weāre in this position now...ā
Resting her palms against his chest, she began to brings her hips up and down against the tendrils seated below her. Even though she hadnāt imagined having tentacles inside of her like this before, the sensation was amazing. Different. But she wasnāt about to complain. Each inch of the girthy tendrils was fleshier than cock. It bent and turned in ways that simply couldnāt be matched by a normal, mammalian manhood. It felt so sultry to be able to swing her hips left and right in wide motions that wouldāve broken Aamon in half, and still feel his tendrils match her movements and drive into spots sheād never had stimulated before.
It wasnāt long until she cried out in intense pleasure. She had thought about this kind of thing for so many years, the fact that it was real tickled her fancy in all the right ways. Her body tensed up, massaging the demonās little toys as she came. Her mind went white as her actions became little more than instinct, her body trying to milk whatever was inside of her - though in the end, she ended up no fuller than when she started.Ā
The other two tendrils, that had been slack this entire time, soon coiled around Sidonās body. She was pulled forward, against her will, to the demonās torso. Even if he hadnāt gotten anything out of it, he still felt a compulsive need to keep her close after her high. Perhaps he felt like protecting her, or perhaps he simply felt like holding her. It was hard to tell. Sidon would stay nuzzled against his chest, only responding after some time had passed. A ditzy, pleasure-drunk smile spread from ear to ear as she spoke.
āYāknow what? Youāre my favorite nervous tentacle-monster.ā
And with her words, came a playful pinch of the cheek. The demonās response.
ā...Could I at least get upgraded to tentacle-boyfriend?ā
A nonchalant shrug was given in response.
āSure. Provided you do way more movinā next time.ā
His trademark, nervous chuckle sounded in the air. Only to be silenced by her lips. She, he never did these sorts of things perfectly. But he did them for her.
