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There was no way this was happening. It was supposed to be an easy job. Chop a plant, save a few people, easy peasy. Nobody mentioned that the creature was
intelligent.
That it laid traps and seemed to know exactly where Mateus was. That maybe the captives were more like bait than prey.
It had been going well. He'd found the lair, released the hostages and sent them scrambling out, and he was well on his way to killing the damn thing before it disarmed him… which was where he was now. Sword discarded halfway across the dimly lit cavern. Glowing orbs and luminescent rocks the only thing allowing him to see. So much magic it made his skin tingle as if set alight with it.
And vines. So many vines. Squirming, writhing, living, sentient vines. They curled around his legs as he scrambled across the cavern for his weapon. Dropped from the ceiling to tug at his wrists, reached from the walls to curl around his waist.
When one of the vines found it's way under his tunic, he nearly screamed. It was warm. Why was it warm? The elf hissed and slapped them off, still fighting for his weapon. Any weapon. His pack was - shit it was on the fucking ceiling. Some vines rifling through it and taking anything useful for unknown reasons. “Gods damn it. Gods fucking damn it!” The man cursed as he watched the explosive powder he'd been hoping to use get passed along further into the cavern. He slapped another vine from over his shoulder, but it caught his wrist. Mateus was so close to his sword he could practically feel the hilt in his hand already but the thing curling around his limbs had slowed him.
He opened his mouth and started an incantation. The magic burned in his throat as the fire pulled on his essence - and then there was a vine in his mouth. Prodding against his lips and his tongue and ruining the spell completely when he choked.
Then he felt his sword. The vines - now coiling up under the hem of his pants and into his sleeves - were giving him his weapon back. If that on its own wasn't thoroughly confusing he'd have swung it immediately. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around the hilt and tugged it from the loose earth… and froze. There was no way he'd fight his way out of this. Out of an impossible amount of vines wrapped over him. He'd get a few good swings in if he was lucky before it disarmed him again, and he'd just watched his last resort disappear further into the cave.
His hesitation seemed to please the creature (or creatures?) because they withdrew from his mouth. Then, they were pushing at his back and tugging at his clothes, leading him further into the cavern. Deeper and deeper, until he knew he'd never find his way out alone. “Where are you taking me?” He asked. “And why am I even trying to talk to you. You're going to kill me. Digest me in some crazy toxin for nutrients.” He grumbled.
To his surprise, a couple of the vines seemed to reply. They tapped at his wrist very pointedly until Mateus pulled his arm away. “You… can hear me?” There wasn't an answer. Of course not. They'd reached their destination. A cluster of giant flowers, bright pink and oddly beautiful. They glowed in the dark of the cave, shuddering in reply to his presence.
The vines shoved him closer. And closer. So close his head was swimming with the smell of their pollen and then one of the flowers unfurled to spray him with so much he was sure he would suffocate. It was sticky in his throat. Dry and uncomfortable - coating his mouth, probably his lungs… and then he could almost… hear it. Not a voice. More like the intentions were being pushed into his head. Invading his thoughts.
It was muddled. Something about spawn and warm bodies. The right temperature? “What? I don't… what are you?” His mind felt muddled and empty. The pollen? Mateus couldn't make sense of what was happening.
Carnivorous plants weren't unheard of. Honestly, he'd call them common, but this was something different. Something new. Something that was speaking to him which made the captives make less sense than before. They'd seemed… out of it but unharmed. Maybe this was some sort of spell and the thing planned to melt his brain before eating him… but he still had his sword.
Ears twitching with nerves, he raised his blade quickly. A few of the vines curled over his knuckles and the thought of dropping his weapon pushed into his thoughts. One second he was ready to attack and the next… his fingers had let go. “Get out of my head!” He lashed out with a hand, shaking some of the vines free only for more to replace them. New ones curling around his thighs and pushing against his stomach; warm and squirming.
More words in his head. Eggs. Incubate. Vessel. They said. The reality started to dawn on him. No wonder the attacks were so sudden. A creature this size must have been here for decades but the attacks were recent. Only a month or so. It was… why did it want Mateus for this? How did he fit in, exactly?
The creature tugged at his belt, encouraging his tunic over his head as he thrashed. Vessel. It had said vessel. He was supposed to be the fucking vessel! “Get off! I'm not gonna incubate shit! I don't want to -”
Submit . The word invaded. Booming and impossible to ignore. He resisted. It flooded his mind with it. The same word over and over until it drowned out his own thoughts. And then ideas with it. Immense pleasure like he'd never felt, the sense of being… cared for? Not all of it translated, but it was starting to feel good. Each roll of the word like a veil over his idea to fight until all that was smoke in his fingers.
More terrifying than being ripped apart was… well this. Being kept. Bred by some creature clearly outside the scope of what he'd dealt with before. Mateus had never let a person touch him let alone some monster that might very well eat him when he wasn't useful anymore.
“No…” He didn't sound very convincing. “No - no I don't want to - just kill me already!” He couldn't move anymore. The voice in his head and the plant pushing and tugging; coiling around his limbs, encouraging him to sit as it tugged off his clothes. His pants and his shirt - uncovering the most important parts. It left his stockings, and with them a strange sense of dignity. The thing wasn't exactly careful, but it wasn't ripping them off either which was an odd comfort. It didn't kill him. Not when the cool air caressed his skin, not when his cunt was exposed, not when the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears and tears filled his eyes.
Fire. Fire would do the trick. He quietly tried his magic again. Rushing the incantation until it burned in his throat - another vine stopped him. Not so gentle this time, wrapping around his throat and strangling the magic into a fizzle. When it failed, the grip loosened until it pushed into his mouth far more gently this time. The thing pet his hair, pushed the black and white strands out of his eyes. The comfort almost felt mocking.
He was stupid for coming here alone. Six people kidnapped over the course of a month? Of course he couldn't handle a creature like that alone. But… he didn't have anyone who would help. Nobody he trusted enough to ask. A tear spilled from his lashes and a vine wiped it away, caressing his cheek almost lovingly.
“Please. Please, just let me go.” He begged. His answer was a warm, wet thing pressed against his clit. Rubbing his cunt and spreading him open as if to look.
Panic seized him then. Heavy and strangling in his throat until the voice in his head battered at his thoughts again. Calm. It said. Peace. No pain.
Mateus couldn't imagine how a thing like this could promise no pain when it intended to use him like some kind of a - a breeding mare. Whatever magic it was using to speak to him, though, was clearly meant to sway his emotions. It was working. Soothing his fear until he was limp and crying in its many, many tendrils.
It pulled him closer. Tucked his naked body into the folds of the largest flower of the cluster and released more of that pollen - or whatever it was. He was wet. Mateus wouldn't have noticed over the fear except the glide of that vine between his legs had grown slick and easy. The thing prodding against his entrance but never with the intent to enter him. More vines coiled over him. Across the expanse of his chest. The gnarly scars left behind by magic touched and explored. Then his nipples. They slid and pulled and pinched until his chest was red and sensitive and Mateus was a whimpering mess in their hold.
Still, he refused to give in. If he fought… well at least he'd have fought. The creature tugged at his clit as if it was a cock, curled around him and moving as if to jerk him off and he couldn't help the moan that drooled out of his throat.
More words in his head. Pleasure and good and behave and Mateus was losing his composure. His hold on his own mind slipping with every passing minute.
His nerves felt raw. Each touch like electricity through him. “Please…” He slurred.
Incubate. Safe. Pleasure. The thing promised. He wiggled his hips, trying to get away with what little of his mind was still his own and then the thing pushed into him and he sobbed.
It didn't hurt. In fact, it did feel pleasurable, but nothing could soothe whatever psychological scar this whole situation was leaving behind. He'd never feel the same - he'd never -
Mateus stopped thinking about that. The vine pushed into him, thrusting and curling, hitting a place inside of himself he'd never been able to reach with his fingers that made heat flood through him and his toes curl. The elf squirmed, but found his muscles too lax to do much but that. A second joined the first, stretching him open even wider.
All of this was too much to handle. Too much to pay attention to. Vines on his chest, over his legs, inside of him. A few prodding at his lips and exploring his mouth, too made him panic briefly but that pollen was doing… something. It was hard to think about anything but how good this felt. The touch and taste of it all.
Eventually the thing started petting his head. Dark hair undone and falling over the vines, new ones now massaging just over his womb from the outside as the creature shuddered. He wasn't sure what that was until warmth flooded him. Something had filled him to the brim that made him tingle and moan. Something warm and thick that had Mateus spreading his legs and not questioning as one vine removed itself and was replaced with another, thicker one.
There was almost no resistance this time. The vines had him nearly bent in half with his knees almost pressed to his own shoulders. His back pushed into that monstrous, large bloom of petals. After being filled, even the gentle touch of those felt like pleasure hardwired into his brain.
He couldn't move if he wanted to… and he didn't want to. Not anymore.
“Fuck…” He watched, wide-eyed as a new vine joined the second and third inside of him. This one thinner, pushing itself deeper, deeper, until it was pushing against his cervix and he knew this should be uncomfortable. Painful, even, but when the vines shuddered again and warmth filled him to the point of dripping out of him, he couldn't think of that anymore.
All this time he hadn't noticed that underneath the booming commands to relax and obey, a softer voice jingled. One that was softer and sweeter. Whispering about how good he would feel. How pretty he would look when they were done with him. Convincing him, however subconsciously, to relax and let it happen.
The thing breached him before he could really figure out what it was saying. Pushed into places no mortal should ever be and that absolutely shouldn't be enjoyable… but the pure ecstasy was mind-blowing.
Mateus came and came hard around the vines, his body arching back while the vines in his mouth muffled his cry of relief. Shaking and mortified, he felt the creature gently run a vine over his cheek to soothe him. The ones massaging his stomach hadn't stopped, either. So many sensations he could hardly keep track.
Was this how he would die? Filled to bursting by this thing and too enthralled by whatever foul magic it had to care?
Time. Prepared. The thing hummed in his head and he moaned a meager protest that died on his tongue. He would die here. He would.
The vines extracted from him and those worries left with them. Suddenly he only cared about how empty he felt. The elf's ears twitching while he shifted and shuddered, pushing his hips towards the thing as best as he could… it didn't last long enough for him to be embarrassed by his desperation, at least.
Two vines had curled their way back over his chest and were curling around his nipples. Pulling and - it was silly but he was sure they were sucking on them. Was that possible? Was any of this possible?
It didn't matter. Not when another vine was pushing into him and trying to follow after the last where it had pushed into his womb. Impossibly deep, it absolutely wouldn't fit! The elf whined as much, but the vines around him only shook with mirth and pushed harder until he felt the thing enter him; violating him yet again in ways that should be so painful as to knock him unconscious or kill him, he was sure. Instead he came again, and this time he could only watch as his body spurted a clear liquid out across the vines and dirt floor of the cavern.
That wasn't… surely he hadn't done what he thought he’d done? The creature seemed thrilled. Pushing into his mouth again almost as a reward until some honey-sweet liquid dripped over his tongue that made him forget how to think.
More vines joined the one inside of him. Stretching him wider, filling him with more of that warmth and he felt it flowing out of him as his body became too full.
There was no further warning before he felt it. Something was inside of him now. Something new. It felt heavy, somehow, but it hadn't hurt. Blinking away the pleasure haze to stare down at the thickest of the vines disappearing inside of him, he couldn't see anything. Whatever it was filling him with must be malleable, then?
Each thrust seemed to push another unknown object into him. More and more until Mateus was drooling around the vines invading his mouth and he was too afraid to look. He knew if he did he would see what the thing had done to him.
A constant onslaught of praise was filling his head. Minutes, hours, he couldn't tell. But eventually the thing was done. The largest of the vines pulled from him and he clenched around the empty air. The thing wasn't done with him though, it seemed.
Again, it filled him with the strange, hot liquid, new vines caressing his stomach. When he looked, he was obviously swollen and full of… gods he didn't want to think about it. Another vine pushed into him. This one stayed firmly out of his womb, pressing against him with obvious intent to bring Mateus pleasure.
His mouth suddenly empty, he realized the thing wanted to hear him… and hear it would. Mateus was too far gone to argue.
Sobbing and moaning, he rambled nonsense as he squirmed. The creature all too content to hold him and fuck him through it all. Orgasm after orgasm until Mateus lost track. Until he couldn't think of anything but the voice in his head and the tentacle fucking him into oblivion… he wasn't sure how long he stayed conscious, but eventually he wasn't anymore.
The elf awoke sometime later, sure that he would find it had all been some strange dream or nightmare, only to find himself still naked and full. The thing had kept a vine inside of him, though thankfully unmoving.
How long had he been here? Vaguely, he could recall having woken more than once. The creature had fed him more of that unknown, sweet liquid and he'd drank it down. He wasn't hungry. Wasn't thirsty. It was taking care of him, at least until this ordeal was done. Then what? Mateus groaned when he tried to move and found his muscles stiff and uncomfortable.
The vines awoke immediately. Massaging at his body and the voice in his head cooed something about it being time. Time for what? Time for - oh. Mateus shuddered and to his horror couldn't tell if it was with fear or relief.
It set him down on something soft. Vines coiled over his chest and stomach and it became obvious the creature was trying to overwhelm him. To distract him, he supposed… he let it happen. At this point what other choice did he have? What in him was left to try to resist when pleasure had melted his brain?
Mateus whined when the vine was pulled from him. Cunt clenching on nothing as a smaller vine once again toyed with his clit. “No… no more. I can't.” He pleaded. The creature didn't heed his words. It hushed him, promising that this would help as it spread his legs open wide. He could feel it then. Something trying to come out of him and he was certain this time it was horror that choked him up.
However long he'd been here, this was the worst of it. What would come out of him? Once it was over was his use gone with it? Would he die here anyway, like he'd feared from the beginning? Mateus sobbed, the sound not soothed by the vines gently petting over his cheeks.
He arched up as if to escape his own body when the first came out of him with a wet squelch that sent a shudder through him. When he looked, he was shocked to not see a creature but an egg. “Wh - what?” He furrowed his brow, glaring down at the thing like he couldn't process it. He'd expected… well. Worse, honestly.
An egg. Smooth and soft green with something clearly alive inside. It wasn't hard either. “Like a snake.” He mumbled, moaning when the creature pet over his clit as if rewarding him. Ours. Yours. The voice thrummed through him.
Rather than refusing, Mateus nodded along. Some part of him now altered by the plant too far gone to refuse. The first seemed to open the floodgates, though. One after the other, more and more eggs spilled out of him. Each one bringing a wave of pleasure over him when they stuck at the rim of his cunt. The quieter, nicer voice in his head encouraged him to push.
His muscles complied before his mind did, and out it came. Followed by three more. And then another. How many were there? At least a dozen laid on the ground in front of him. His body shook, covered by a layer of sweat from the effort. Almost done. The voice cooed. Mateus moaned, giving in fully to the creature's ministrations as he went limp in its many arms.
At least two dozen more joined the rest. The last two getting stuck and a vine pushing into his ruined cunt to pull them out sent him careening into a panting, screaming release that left him boneless. The creature cooed it's admiration of him, though Mateus could hardly process it all. Then it fucked him into one final, shuddering orgasm and filled him with more of that terribly pleasant warmth before curling around him as exhaustion overtook him again.
-
When he wakes, again he isn't sure how long he's been asleep. This time, he's coiled up in the embrace of the plant. Many vines acting like a nest, the eggs only a few feet away. He isn't dead. Mateus lifts his head and feels the plant shudder to life underneath him. Before he can panic, he notices his clothes folded neatly beside him; covered in dirt, but otherwise no worse for wear. His sword and his pack are there, too.
Shakily, he pushes himself to his feet aided by a few of the larger vines. He feels full, but that distention from when the plant had truly filled him isn't present.
Mateus casts a wary glance at the plant before tugging his clothes on one piece at a time. He aches. His whole body hurts, even in places he wasn't aware he could hurt. Quietly, he contemplates what would happen if he destroyed those eggs. Squished them beneath his boots and ran.
Once he sheaths his sword, he uses it like a cane and tries to put distance between himself and the mass of vines instead of acting on the urge. They give him no such reprieve from their touch, helping him as he struggles to sling his pack over his shoulders and gently leading him through the caverns. Right. He'd forgotten how deep the thing had led him.
A vague sense of contentment not his own flows into his mind. From the creature, he assumes, and it whispers praises into him that make him shiver as he remembers what it felt like for the thing to not so gently force him into obeisance.
He's a little surprised it actually leads him to the exit. No new captives had replaced the ones he released. He's not sure what that means. That the creature just liked him specifically? That they had been bait, as he'd thought?
As he moves to all but run away, the creature stops him, vines coiling over his stomach as a single word stops him in his tracks.
Gift.
He doesn't know what that means, and he's terrified to find out. Mateus allows the creature one final, lingering touch across his cheek before he takes off at a hobbling run towards the road.
He's halfway there - what feels like a safe distance from the cave when he sees that fucking demon. Mateus has half a mind to make assumptions. Had he set this up? Gallus was a demon of lust, after all, this would be in his field of expertise. Mateus stomps over to him, but the look on the man's face stops him. Thinly veiled concern behind his ever-present smugness that turns Mateus’ rage into surprise.
It hadn't been his doing. Not with an expression like that.
“Lovely Mateus, I had worried you'd died.” His accent - no his voice - a real voice at all is music to Mateus’ ears. The elf takes a shuddering breath and squares his shoulders.
“You wish.” A pause. “How long have I been gone?” It hadn't felt that long. A day or two maybe, but he also can't be sure. He couldn't see the sky and had been unconscious for a lot of it.
The demon pushes himself off of the tree he'd been leaning against, taking Mateus’ face in his hands to look him over. For once the elf doesn’t push him away.
Whatever he sees makes him grin like a cheshire cat. “Over a week, darling elf, but you've had some sort of adventure haven't you?” There's still a sense of unease in him. Like he can't decide if he wants to tease or comfort.
“I - it was…” He isn't sure what to say. He doesn't need to say much, though. When it comes to these things, Gallus has a way of knowing. He hums, squeezing Mateus’ shoulder before letting him go and the elf can't help but press a hand over his stomach. “It said it left me a gift.” He whispers, afraid, and the demon hums again.
“I suppose we shall find out what that is, won't we.”
-
As nonchalant as he tries to act, it's obvious that he's feeling extra protective. The demon doesn't leave his side for a week. Insists on keeping Mateus in his palace - as terrifying as that is - and watching over him. Mateus is in no state to argue anyway. Exhausted and aching.
He even accepts food from Gallus, which is rare. Normally, he'd be all too eager to leave. To say no to every offer. His obedience is concerning and the time passes with the demon flitting around as if Mateus might take a turn for the worst at any moment.
They find out what the gift is when Mateus wakes a sweaty mess. Slick between his thighs and a sickly familiar fog in his head. An egg. He lays one final egg in Gallus’ guest room. He screams about it, mortified, and tries not to think of what the hell Gallus does with it when the demon scoops it up and offers it to some imp.
He never, ever wants to think about this again.