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You trudged wilfully through the blacksite, long, muggy and maze-like halls making your head ache. Your vision went blurry, eyes drying as the ground underneath you shook. You knew what was coming. You felt numb. It didn’t take you long to fumble for a locker, brain-meltingly deafening screaming and glass shattering rattling your brain as you fell back into a locker, sealing yourself in. The surprising softness that graced your back would’ve been comforting if it weren’t for what it indicated. Blissful milliseconds quickly soured as you felt a sudden and tightening grip snake around each one of your limbs, constricting tightly in pulses and waves.
The thick tentacles that tightly laced and gripped your limbs scattered feverishly over your body, making it impossible to breathe, or even scream before one breached your open and panting mouth. Its many bright purple ringlike eyes fixated on you, blinking freakishly and individually in turn. You gripped the mass’ appendages, digging your fingernails in as the slick tentacle went wetly down your throat.
You cursed yourself for being so stupid and unobservant.
You were so dead. It made you choke, spluttering up your own spit and fluids mixed with the viscous tar-black mucus of the void mass, limbs curling tighter around your arms and legs as you lost the will to kick back at it, colour draining from your extremities from the deprivation of blood. It explored your throat, rummaging around in your insides like a disorganised bag.
The pressure from it resting in your stomach made you feel full, and you began to wonder why it hadn’t killed or choked you to death yet. Usually, expendables were gone within seconds of entering an infested locker, but it had already felt like minutes had passed. The less you thrashed about, the more you realised you weren’t in pain, or much discomfort, other than the giant slimey tentacle shoved in your facehole. You relaxed your jaw, praying it would leave you the hell alone, whatever it was doing. The more you calmed, the more you could hear its own noises over the blood rushing in your ears. The angler had long since passed, leaving a darkness outside which meant your only source of illumination was the luminescence of the void mass’ eyes. It clicked and popped from what you imagined was some form of voice box, breathing loudly up against you.
It made you shiver uncomfortably. It was disgustingly close.
You gulped, spluttering on the tentacle yet again. A small whine escaped you as you turn your attention down, feeling the tapered end of a tentacle pressing dangerously close to your groin. You tried jerking yourself away again, but this only encouraged it, increasing and teasing its prey drive to keep going. Multiple of its appendages trailed their ways there, making you squirm futilely to get free once again.
You yelped muffledly, noises barely being loud enough for you yourself to hear. Its suckers latched onto your throat, and gripped around your suit, tightening it against your crotch by the minute. You felt an explosion of butterflies in your stomach, so strong and intense. It originally felt like fear and despair, but something inside you, maybe the tentacles, mashed it up and twisted it into a sickening pleasure.
You couldn’t deny this is something you’d thought about sometimes, whenever you’d be lonely with unrestricted internet access, sure, but this seemed like a life or death situation.
Unconsciously, you arched your back at the tightness of your suit against your parts, trying to press whatever you could up against the taught fabric in hopes of getting something out of this awful situation. You had no hands to help yourself, or thighs to squeeze, and the more you tried the more riled up the locker monster got. It latched a suckered appendage onto a seam on the leg of your uniform, unhesitatingly tearing down the stitching where the two pieces of fabric met. Using the self-made hole, it slithered in, sticking close to your thigh and slipping underneath your pants. You shivered, grossed out by the feeling of a lukewarm, damp limb just inches away from the warmest, softest and most vulnerable parts of yourself.
You panted lightly, realising the breathing from the mass had grown louder too. It seemed to know what it was doing, and it seemed it didn’t have any intention of eating you soon. Your mind began to wander, questioning which limbs were arms and which were-
It didn’t take long for your train of thought to be interrupted as you felt a lone tentacle prodding against your hole, another wrapping around your leg to lift it for easiest access. You didn’t want to know what it was lubricated with, but at that point you didn’t care. To your mental dismay, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. At this point, the blacksite could take you. You were done. If this was it, you’d die happily, if not with some questions about your standards.
It rubbed against you, lathering a thick layer of slick on you before plunging in with little hesitation. You gasped, whining and moaning loudly from the shock, followed by stressful pants to calm yourself from the sudden foreign entry. It felt *great.*
You squirmed and writhed within the tight constraints of its arms as it filled you up with its long appendage, rhythmically slithering into you yet again, stomach beginning to bulge at the bottom from the sheer volume of tentacle this thing was putting in you. Your hips bucked shakily as you tried to derive something, anything. It was too much. Your eyes welled with tears.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Sebastian slithered on, tail undulating behind him lazily. He’d picked up your scent a couple tens of doors ago, and had been following it hoping you’d met an untimely death up ahead. He’d smelt blood, so his expectations for your mortality were high. Expendables didn’t ever last long. He couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips, tasting the metallic tang of the air around him.
Sebastian struggled to stifle the predator DNA that was now so deeply embedded in his own, his own body eagerly driving him foward for his next meal— …gear haul. Sure, he was gonna have a great time pawning off your items for more research. His ears flicked and fanned out, and his face scrunched as your scent got stronger, and his hunger only built. It took much willpower to not drool, salivary glands working overtime as his heart pumped faster, making his chest feel tight. He was *starved*, but he didn’t feel hungry.
In a brief moment of clarity, he wondered if it was really *food* he wanted.
It didn’t matter though, all he knew was that his body was propelling him forward, and before he knew it his sensitive ears picked up on a faint, metallic clanking and a soft slapping noise coming from a conspicuous locker.
The smell of iron mixed with the salty slime of a void mass, which he rolled his three luminous eyes at. Of course, you’d rushed into a locker before looking. Dumbass expendables. He dragged himself over, disappointed but also thankful for your assumed stupidity, clasping the handle of the shifting metal locker’s door, pausing for a second.
Amongst the overlapped whispering and breathing of the void mass, his ears perked up and eyes briefly widened as he could also hear the subtle but not silent muffled groans you were making, gagged by the thick tentacles of the void mass. The glowing amethyst underside of a tentacle had already firmly suckered itself to your tongue and throat, as well as your arms and legs, locking you in place. You didn’t even notice the sound of the slithering beast outside the locker over your own heartbeat until it was too late.
You squinted as the small crack of light between the cold metal doors quickly widened to the room outside, already fastening heart rate skipping a beat as you feared you’d been caught by the pandemonium. The fear quickly receded, giving way to pure, unfettered mortification as you made direct contact with three, widened, glowing blue eyes.
The mass had manoeuvred your limbs in any way it had pleased, lifting them up and spreading them apart to make its own entrance easier. This also meant you were on full display to Sebastian… Oh, fuck, Sebastian. He’d found you. You weren’t gonna hear the end of this.. if he didn’t close the doors back on you and leave you for dead.
You could barely percieve the fish through your own teary-eyed lightheadedness, wriggling slightly at the subconscious thought of being watched by a third party. You blinked your tears away, and for a split second you could almost percieve surprise and awe on his face, eyeing your body up before leaning back and upkeeping his persona.
He broke the awkwardness, tutting. “Oh, now that’s just sad.” Sebastian jabbed, sucking his sharp teeth at your predicament faux-sympathetically. He chuckled, moving a hand to his mouth. You managed to look down at him enough, despite each movement of the void mass sending tears pricking through your eyes, and for a moment it seemed he may have been wiping a clear stream of drool from his mouth.
Perceptive as you could be in your current state, you observed he seemed.. different. He wasn’t ripping into you, but he also wasn’t saving you. He seemed indecisive.
You were right there. In front of him. It came quickly to him *why* and *what* he was feeling starved of. He needed touch, a warm body… *pleasure.* He felt disgusted at himself as he stared you down, eyes burning a hole in your very exposed body. He also felt a gradual strain on the straps and buckles that covered his waist, a hungry and desperate reaction from his body he was displeased about.
There was something alluring to him about your softness, your flesh.. your viscera. Something he had lost a long time ago. He would kill for the warmbloodedness of a real human, even if he wasn’t one anymore, he could use this as his fix.
His carnivorous, predatory instincts overrode any rational thought he had. Sebastian “stood” up after watching you for what you assumed was several long minutes, disguising his gawking with a bemused, breathy chuckle, at least you thought so.
He shot himself forward at the locker, his two left arms catching him and ringing out a loud, metallic slam as they gripped the metal door. You could hear the metal crunch. The void mass, multiple tentacles deep inside you now, flinched at this harshly, retracting itself from your insides, leaving you feeling incredibly empty.. and incredibly slimy. You let out another quiet, futile whine, tongue pressing against the tentacle still in your mouth, begging it to come back, or-
“How nice for it to warm you up for me.” What? Sebastian butted into your train of thought like a landslide, and it kept dawning on you how exposed you were.. to him. The metal crash still rang in your ears, and taking your focus away from your ears made you realise just how close he was to… you. The mixture of that sentence and his proximity made a chill run down your spine as his implication dawned on you.
A nervous chuckle escaped you as his large, clawed hand firmly gripped your thigh, fingertips digging into your skin like thorns drawing blood. He seemed urgent, desperate. He was cold. Really cold. Like he’d plunged his hands into a barrel of ice water. You wondered for a fleeting moment whether it was just because *you* were so hot or if he was genuinely a cold-blooded creature.
Maybe that’d explain why he’d trailed his hand down your raised leg, body heat increasing as he got dangerously close to your recently-vacated core.
You *knew* for a fact this time he was drooling. Senses working overtime as every second felt like a battle to not completely lose control. He, whether he liked it or not, was surveying you, taking in your scent, *tasting you.* Not just the air.
To your surprise, in the small instance you had faded out of conscious thought, he’d brought his head down to in between your legs, lapping up your fluids hungrily. You exhaled harshly and shakily, teeth sinking into a displeased tentacle. It squirmed inside of you like you squirmed around Sebastian’s tongue.
He grunted unhappily at your restlessness, large hands finding their way to your comparably small waist, sharp nails latching into you and keeping you in place for himself.
His tail coiled in on itself as he positioned himself comfortably, the flat middle of his tongue pressing firmly against your clit. You whined, throwing your head backwards and arching yourself as he hit that sweet spot, sending pulsing waves through your lower stomach. The feeling was gone as quickly as it had come, but it had given you a chance to realise just how flustered and hard you were from the entire ordeal already.
He pulled back, long, forked tongue lapping at his bottom lip. “..Enjoyed that, huh?” Sebastian goaded hypocritically.
You had nothing to lose. Your head, almost against your will, nodded up and down sending your mussed hair into your mortified, scrunched up face. Your hum of strained approval barely came out as a cracking nothing, only picking up noise at the end and sounding more like another cry from your lips.
“Freak.” The fish taunted, tongue trailing wetly across your entire lower half before plunging into you. He wanted to taste you so bad, to get himself riled up. Somehow, some way, the predatory urges he’d gained from the extra DNA had been merged together inseparably with *sexual desire.* The heat-seeking nature of a carnivore combined with the carnal need for a hot body. He needed something done about it.
You gasped stutteredly yet again, feeling a long, pliable mass snake inside you fervently. It lapped against your tight, slick walls relentlessly, prying cries from your throat. Sebastian’s brows were furrowed, deep in his own world, overfilling his own senses which had made him ragingly hard ever-so-long ago.
He retracted his tongue yet again, drawing a deeper-than-average breath for himself and admiring his handiwork. Your entire bottom half was covered in a dripping, slick-saliva mixture. Perfect, he- his instincts thought, before rolling his eyes.
You were already ruined. Your hair laid messily across your face, sticking to your forehead and sitting across your scrunched eyes, hot breaths being drawn out your mouth as you failed to calm from the stimulation. Even if you felt lightheaded, you were not going anywhere thanks to the firm restraints you had in place. Even resting your head back against the squishy cushionage of the void felt comfortable. You were happy with whatever outcome the Blacksite had decided for you.
Sebastian straightened up, two hard, pink cocks appearing into your blurry eyeline as he stood back a second to detangle a tactical bag from his new problems. You assumed his normal hard state was a solid pink, but no, Sebastian was so hard that the ends had blushed a dark red, continuing to gradiate downwards from the tips. They oozed with a liquid you didn’t want to think too hard about, a new bead of precum spilling each time they twitched. You conspicuously gawked at their size, dreading but also hoping for him to put them in.
“You know, I don’t even wanna fucking know what Urbanshade did you in for. But the fact you’re.. *enjoying this* seems to be enough of an explanation about what your damage is.” He heckled yet again, like he wasn’t planning to fuck you until his urges subsided. ‘What the hell would he be doing if you *didn’t* like this?’ you thought briefly before snapping back into the moment, again having your train of thought *rudely* interrupted by the man laying his *glacially* cold hands back on you, yanking your body away from the locker slightly in the world’s weirdest game of tug-of-war. The void mass resisted, clicking agitatedly while wrapping its appendages tighter around you.
A low, gutteral growl came from the depths of Sebastian’s throat, making its way out through his mouth as his nose wrinkled and lips parted to bear his teeth at the thing that was trying to snatch his prey away from him.
“Mine.” He rumbled possessively, the one-word protest seemingly being enough to scare the locker monster into submission, loosening its grasp on you and allowing him to yank your hips towards his. The force made the flimsy metal shell teeter forward, which Sebastian made quick work with by slapping it back onto all four legs with the end of his tail, which he considerately decided to curl around thereafter.
You felt nothing but exposed as he rested his two dicks on top of you, needily drooling precum onto you from the lack of attention he’d been giving them until now. Unlike the rest of his body, the swelling blood in them made them both pleasantly warm, the seperation between your torso and thigh being the perfect gutter for them to rest in as you gazed in awe.
Fuck the void locker, *this* was the hottest thing you’d ever done. Their weight alone made you lightheaded, and thinking about how they’d feel soon made you even more warm.
Both your chests rose and sank slightly out of sync with each other as he cursed under his breath, barely able to take another second without burying his dicks inside of you. This wouldn’t do. He began to look a little disheveled himself, esca flickering, ears drooping and hair all messed up. The longer he tried to control himself the more needy he became. Why was he hesitating.
“F-ffuck.. mm..h..” You managed to gag, making Sebastian break his concentration and gaze with your lower half. The lack of contact was maddening, especially with two monster dicks sitting right above where they should be, teasing you.
“Easy there, you little fiend.” He grumbled. “As much as I don’t actually *care* how they find you, I’d looove to try not to rip you in two before I’m done with you.” Even he knew it. That made it even hotter. As if encouraged by your pleas, he began to rut one against your opening, folds brushing the underside tantalisingly as warm, wet and tight looked more appealing by the second. You shuddered, goosebumps running down your back and making you sway your hips against him persuasively and desperately. You chewed your bottom lip every time he pressed against your clit, the pressure euphoric amidst a world of teasing and anticipation.
He broke the contact, a wet noise followed by a string of fluid being the only convincing left he needed before burying one of his dicks inside of you. You’d been so worked up, the stretch didn’t even hurt, instead the smooth fullness of having something inside you again sending you drooling.
A few choked noises escaped him to his dismay, his other, still exposed dick jumping a little as it spilled more precum onto your stomach. You thought, if you loved long enough to even determine the result, you’d definitely be getting pregnant with this. Somewhere in the back of your mind sprung at the thought, sending you tightening around his already ill-fitting dick.
His hands gripped your thighs harder, claws pricking you and drawing blood at the reaction. You could hear the thrash of his tail and the crunch of locker metal as his third support arm faltered and he tried his hardest not to cum already. He was going to milk this for all it was worth, pun intended.
The iron-y smell brought him back into focus, seeing your body so helpless beneath him did something strange. He lapped up the redness trickling down your thigh, hot tongue flattening out against your skin and sendng him into a frenzy. After minutes of tortuous stillness, he began to move inside of you, sending him panting quickly. Any remnants of composure he’d had to taunt you with had been thrown to the wind. The taste of blood lingered on his tongue long after he’d swallowed, and he’d drunk it up like sweet nectar after being famished for days. The more the flavour processed in his mind, the more he bucked his hips into yours, skin meeting skin and sticking for a moment before he pulled away to thrust back in.
Your back arched again, futilely attempting to push yourself into him harder. No more quips came from him to tease you for your desperation. Instead they had been traded for quiet yet aggressive growls and grunts every time his body pushed into yours, speed unceasingly consistent. Sebastian manipulated your body how he liked, curling an arm around your thigh and resting it on your shoulder. You swear you could hear his nails scrape against the cheap metal of the void mass’ ‘shell’, doing just about the same amount of damage he was to your insides.
You sighed shakily as you relaxed into the rhythm, watching your stomach bulge with every thrust of his monstrous size. Your already-teary eyes threatened to spill over, feeling him repeatedly bottom out inside you, tip pressing against places you were unsure you’d even reached yourself before.
This got him. The extra stimulation sent him barreling over the edge, the deep yet more sloppy movements a good indicator of his closeness. With a guttural groan through sharp, clamped teeth as he leaned over your body, his hips stuttered into you as he pumped you full. He tossed his head back, shiny black locks flying with him as his esca flickered and he lost control over some of his functions, essentially short-circuiting.
You swore you could almost feel yourself expand a little. Sebastian’s other, exposed dick that had once been resting on your stomach and rutting against you was now tensing up, twitching as it spurted thick ropes across your stomach, some reaching up to your chest.
You took in the sight, finding his unrestrained display very refreshing from his normal, controlled demeanor. To watch The Sebastian Solace come undone in front of you was something that could scarcely be replicated. He came back down, hunching over a little as he pulled out, pinkish dick coated in a thick layer of slick, unstoppering you as you felt everything begin to spill out of you. Both of you panted in sync, neither caring about disheveled appearances any more, instead in the pursuit of pleasure.
“We’re not done yet.” Sebastian snarled, licking his teeth and positioning his other, neglected dick at your entrance. Here goes round 2.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
A traumatised bundle of tentacles vacates itself from its previous home, a now torn-up, scratched locker, screwed like someone would an aluminium can. Claw marks decorated the sides, piercing through the metal. It clings to the floor with its suckers, shakily putting one appendage in front of the next to drag itself wetly in search of a new shell to protect itself. It quickly slinks under the door to the next room, blackness disappearing under the frame with a squelch.
After the entire ordeal, Sebastian had been generous enough to pull you out. Not that it took much after all. You laid back against the wall, wondering if you were still alive or not. “Hey. There’s a dead group a few doors down. You can change into one of their suits if your ass gets cold.” That was hardly a concern, but you did wonder briefly, in a blip of critical thinking amongst a swirling yet satisfied brain fog, why he had been so kind as to tell you that.
He buckled up the last of his gear, shaking back on his coat. Just as he began to slither away, you opened your mouth to say something.
“Th.. thhankss..” You mumble dumbly, brain absolutely fried.
“Eugh.” He groans under his breath in mild disdain and shame of his actions, his ear fins flattening and a pinkish spreading across his face as he receded into the next room. He’d satiated himself and his instincts, and he was off. Not another single soul would believe you if you told them, *if* you told them at all - he knew this. Still, he wasn’t about to stick around and cuddle.