The Gauntlet, Part 2/5
The Gauntlet, Part 2/5
NC-17
1.7k
Castiel/Others
Warnings: Non-con, tentacles, bestiality, orgasm denial, some blood play, Dark, Dark, DARK
Complete
Written as a fill for this Blindfold prompt
His first encounters down the path he had been led to were not what he was expecting. As he hurried along, trying to avoid notice as much as possible in the wide open spaces of the canyon before him, Castiel paused to take stock and tried to catalog the enemies he could see before him as soon as he reached a good vantage point. There were colorful eel-like creatures floating with smooth, undulating motions, roving packs of hell hounds, and various other strangely shaped beings for which he had no name. As he finished his observations of the patterns of their movements and took a step forward, ready to set off, he heard a vicious growl, and turned too late to fend off several hounds he had not noticed approaching from behind.
The beasts leapt at him, and Castiel managed to grip one tight, sealing his hand to its head and vanquishing it with a bright flash of his power, but leaving himself open to the attacks of its two companions. He was surprised when their claws and teeth seemed to concentrate on rending the clothing that had materialized with his human form, rather than seeking his blood. As he spun around to target the animal that was clawing away the last remaining shreds of the cloth covering his legs, both beasts sprung away and retreated, apparently satisfied with leaving him exposed, but unharmed. Disturbed by this senseless behavior, but with no way to go but forward, Castiel continued on his way, wary of further ambushes.
Even though he knew he should conserve the waning remnants of his grace for the most desperate emergency, his instincts proved hard to fight. As another hell hound approached him, running low to the ground and slavering eagerly, followed closely by a dark floating beast, weaving long tentacles before it, he unleashed a second blast of power from his hand that banished the creatures into oblivion. He instantly regretted the reckless waste of his power, feeling how much it had taken from his reserves. He could feel the last trickles of his grace rattling pathetically within the cage of this human form. He had perhaps one such burst of power left to him. Now he would truly have to save it until he had a chance to use it to fulfill his mission and pull Dean Winchester from the pit.
His wings no longer had the appearance of the immense wavelengths of energy they were in his true form. Instead they had been folded inward when he assumed this human shape, and were far more limited in this strange mix of physical and spirit realm. If he strained himself, he could use them to rise a small distance off the ground, but no farther. Instead, he ran along the ground on his human legs, almost tripping over his first true obstacle.
He had seen the slender, colorful eel-like creatures from afar, but had been able to successfully avoid them up until now. This one was blue, and had caught him unawares, wrapping itself tightly about his body before he had a chance to escape, trapping his arms behind his back, and twining itself sinuously between his legs before he could dodge it. He contorted his body in an effort to free himself, but could not gain any leverage against the slippery creature.
Expecting it to attempt to kill him, when it instead began to force the slimy, fat end of its body past his lips, Castiel gasped in shock, unfortunately allowing the creature the access it was seeking. Its thick, undulating mass filled his mouth to overflowing, forcing his jaws open wide around its bulk and pressing itself forward insistently. The creature thrust itself eagerly down his throat, pulling back briefly only to repeat the motion again and again, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the muscles in his esophagus clenching against it in protest. Castiel gagged, over and over again, and fought against his instinct to vomit, knowing the mess had nowhere to go. His teeth tried to clamp down but had no effect on its thick, gooey hide. He continued to thrash about, not able to gain any leverage against its hold, but still seeking freedom. The rough thrusting that repeatedly pounded against the back of his throat triggered physical responses that he struggled, but failed, to control. His eyes were streaming with tears, saliva was pooling in his mouth and dribbling out of the corners of his stretched wide lips, and mucus was streaming out of his nostrils as he struggled to draw in air past the writhing obstruction forcing its way viciously in and out of his throat. Eventually the creature’s thrusting motions increased in speed and violence, its coils around Castiel’s body tightening in apparent excitement. When the creature reached some kind of peak, it bulged unnaturally between his lips, finally released a stream of evil tasting liquid. Most of the foul discharge poured directly down his throat and into his unsettled stomach, the excess spurting out around its body and leaking down the corners of his mouth to mix with his own drool.
The monster untwined itself from his body with one final stroke of its tail, rubbing its excretions in a firm, circular motion into Castiel’s tongue, before floating off on its way. It disappeared along the path behind him, leaving Castiel to fall to his knees in a gasping heap, disoriented and gagging on the rotted, sulfuric liquid that had been deposited down his throat. Spitting the worst of the fluid that remained in his mouth onto the ground and wiping his dirty hands across his face to scrape off as much of the fluids still clinging there as he could, Castiel collected himself with some difficulty, and climbed back to his feet.
With one hand still clasped over his mouth in lingering horror, he took one staggering step forward on the path before him, then another. With each step, he gained more of his resolve back, until he was moving again with speed. Unfortunately, he recognized now that he had been far too naïve when making the agreement with the demon in the cavern. While Belphegor had told him no lies, and had warned him there would be ‘obstacles’, he clearly should have questioned the suspicious creature more closely than he had.
As he continued to make progress on the road, he managed to dodge several more of the eel creatures, until he ran into a group of them traveling together, and could no longer avoid them entirely. This time, it was a red creature, not a blue, which tangled him up and held him still despite his violent struggles. Unlike the previous, which had only seemed interested in using his mouth, this one dragged him roughly to the ground and laid him out on his side. It wrapped its coils around the rest of his body securely before twining one sinuous length down his outer leg, forcing it high into the air, leaving him splayed wide open, naked and helpless.
One slender tip of its body moved freely about his form, seeming to be particularly interested in stimulating the nipples on his chest, taking turns rubbing them gently, then snapping sharply at them with the force of tiny whip craps until they were red, swollen, and painfully sensitive to the slightest touch. Castiel could only growl and groan at this treatment, his unfamiliar body lighting up and responding to being held down and touched in such ways in a very confusing manner.
At the same time, the other, far more substantial end of the creature’s body was exploring even more roughly between his legs. It curled one loop of itself around his testicles, at first stroking and squeezing them in a way that had him writhing in unwilling pleasure, before continuing to compress itself tighter and tighter until he was crying out helplessly at the merciless vice it had become. Finally releasing him, the fat, slimy tentacle continued to explore. When its probing tip eventually found his tight, puckered entrance, it lingered there. It pressed gently against him once, then twice, lighting his whole body up with a surge of conflicted pleasure, then a third time, carefully determining the measure of the resistance against its entry, before drawing back and brutally forcing its way deep inside the virginal passage with one powerful, calculated thrust.
Castiel cried out at the violation, as the monster proceeded to fuck him with a devastating efficiency. He had never imagined such impure physical sensations could be combined with such a soul-shattering spiritual pain. The angel tried to remind himself that he was a warrior and gathered his will to fight against this creature that had forced itself upon him and laid him low, but no matter how he struggled or twisted, he remained hopelessly restrained and helpless against it.
Within minutes, the powerful, deliberate strokes of the thick tentacle inside of him had sped up until the thing was pounding into him so fast that all he could do was hang there in the creatures grasp, limply waiting for it to finish. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the loud, moist squelching noises, which only increased in volume as the monster grew more enthusiastic in its efforts. The wet sounds of the tentacle carving its way into his body again and again echoed throughout length of the cavern, marking his shame for all to hear. He tried to muffle his own gasps and whimpers that escaped him with every penetrating shove as the thing increased the force of its thrusts beyond his ability to bear silently, with only limited success.
Finally the eel seemed to reach its climax, fucking as deeply into him as it could reach once, then twice, before its whole form tensed, clenching around his body with bruising force. He blinked his eyes open in horror as he felt a gush of burning hot, stinging liquid released deep inside of him, the force of its release sending some of the slime spurting out of his passage around its wide shaft to leak down his body, dripping down his thighs. With no more interest in him now that it had broken and marked him, the hell-creature untwined itself from him, callously withdrew itself from his body, and floated serenely on its way, leaving him a miserable, huddled wreck.
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NC-17
1.7k
Castiel/Others
Warnings: Non-con, tentacles, bestiality, orgasm denial, some blood play, Dark, Dark, DARK
Complete
Written as a fill for this Blindfold prompt
His first encounters down the path he had been led to were not what he was expecting. As he hurried along, trying to avoid notice as much as possible in the wide open spaces of the canyon before him, Castiel paused to take stock and tried to catalog the enemies he could see before him as soon as he reached a good vantage point. There were colorful eel-like creatures floating with smooth, undulating motions, roving packs of hell hounds, and various other strangely shaped beings for which he had no name. As he finished his observations of the patterns of their movements and took a step forward, ready to set off, he heard a vicious growl, and turned too late to fend off several hounds he had not noticed approaching from behind.
The beasts leapt at him, and Castiel managed to grip one tight, sealing his hand to its head and vanquishing it with a bright flash of his power, but leaving himself open to the attacks of its two companions. He was surprised when their claws and teeth seemed to concentrate on rending the clothing that had materialized with his human form, rather than seeking his blood. As he spun around to target the animal that was clawing away the last remaining shreds of the cloth covering his legs, both beasts sprung away and retreated, apparently satisfied with leaving him exposed, but unharmed. Disturbed by this senseless behavior, but with no way to go but forward, Castiel continued on his way, wary of further ambushes.
Even though he knew he should conserve the waning remnants of his grace for the most desperate emergency, his instincts proved hard to fight. As another hell hound approached him, running low to the ground and slavering eagerly, followed closely by a dark floating beast, weaving long tentacles before it, he unleashed a second blast of power from his hand that banished the creatures into oblivion. He instantly regretted the reckless waste of his power, feeling how much it had taken from his reserves. He could feel the last trickles of his grace rattling pathetically within the cage of this human form. He had perhaps one such burst of power left to him. Now he would truly have to save it until he had a chance to use it to fulfill his mission and pull Dean Winchester from the pit.
His wings no longer had the appearance of the immense wavelengths of energy they were in his true form. Instead they had been folded inward when he assumed this human shape, and were far more limited in this strange mix of physical and spirit realm. If he strained himself, he could use them to rise a small distance off the ground, but no farther. Instead, he ran along the ground on his human legs, almost tripping over his first true obstacle.
He had seen the slender, colorful eel-like creatures from afar, but had been able to successfully avoid them up until now. This one was blue, and had caught him unawares, wrapping itself tightly about his body before he had a chance to escape, trapping his arms behind his back, and twining itself sinuously between his legs before he could dodge it. He contorted his body in an effort to free himself, but could not gain any leverage against the slippery creature.
Expecting it to attempt to kill him, when it instead began to force the slimy, fat end of its body past his lips, Castiel gasped in shock, unfortunately allowing the creature the access it was seeking. Its thick, undulating mass filled his mouth to overflowing, forcing his jaws open wide around its bulk and pressing itself forward insistently. The creature thrust itself eagerly down his throat, pulling back briefly only to repeat the motion again and again, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the muscles in his esophagus clenching against it in protest. Castiel gagged, over and over again, and fought against his instinct to vomit, knowing the mess had nowhere to go. His teeth tried to clamp down but had no effect on its thick, gooey hide. He continued to thrash about, not able to gain any leverage against its hold, but still seeking freedom. The rough thrusting that repeatedly pounded against the back of his throat triggered physical responses that he struggled, but failed, to control. His eyes were streaming with tears, saliva was pooling in his mouth and dribbling out of the corners of his stretched wide lips, and mucus was streaming out of his nostrils as he struggled to draw in air past the writhing obstruction forcing its way viciously in and out of his throat. Eventually the creature’s thrusting motions increased in speed and violence, its coils around Castiel’s body tightening in apparent excitement. When the creature reached some kind of peak, it bulged unnaturally between his lips, finally released a stream of evil tasting liquid. Most of the foul discharge poured directly down his throat and into his unsettled stomach, the excess spurting out around its body and leaking down the corners of his mouth to mix with his own drool.
The monster untwined itself from his body with one final stroke of its tail, rubbing its excretions in a firm, circular motion into Castiel’s tongue, before floating off on its way. It disappeared along the path behind him, leaving Castiel to fall to his knees in a gasping heap, disoriented and gagging on the rotted, sulfuric liquid that had been deposited down his throat. Spitting the worst of the fluid that remained in his mouth onto the ground and wiping his dirty hands across his face to scrape off as much of the fluids still clinging there as he could, Castiel collected himself with some difficulty, and climbed back to his feet.
With one hand still clasped over his mouth in lingering horror, he took one staggering step forward on the path before him, then another. With each step, he gained more of his resolve back, until he was moving again with speed. Unfortunately, he recognized now that he had been far too naïve when making the agreement with the demon in the cavern. While Belphegor had told him no lies, and had warned him there would be ‘obstacles’, he clearly should have questioned the suspicious creature more closely than he had.
As he continued to make progress on the road, he managed to dodge several more of the eel creatures, until he ran into a group of them traveling together, and could no longer avoid them entirely. This time, it was a red creature, not a blue, which tangled him up and held him still despite his violent struggles. Unlike the previous, which had only seemed interested in using his mouth, this one dragged him roughly to the ground and laid him out on his side. It wrapped its coils around the rest of his body securely before twining one sinuous length down his outer leg, forcing it high into the air, leaving him splayed wide open, naked and helpless.
One slender tip of its body moved freely about his form, seeming to be particularly interested in stimulating the nipples on his chest, taking turns rubbing them gently, then snapping sharply at them with the force of tiny whip craps until they were red, swollen, and painfully sensitive to the slightest touch. Castiel could only growl and groan at this treatment, his unfamiliar body lighting up and responding to being held down and touched in such ways in a very confusing manner.
At the same time, the other, far more substantial end of the creature’s body was exploring even more roughly between his legs. It curled one loop of itself around his testicles, at first stroking and squeezing them in a way that had him writhing in unwilling pleasure, before continuing to compress itself tighter and tighter until he was crying out helplessly at the merciless vice it had become. Finally releasing him, the fat, slimy tentacle continued to explore. When its probing tip eventually found his tight, puckered entrance, it lingered there. It pressed gently against him once, then twice, lighting his whole body up with a surge of conflicted pleasure, then a third time, carefully determining the measure of the resistance against its entry, before drawing back and brutally forcing its way deep inside the virginal passage with one powerful, calculated thrust.
Castiel cried out at the violation, as the monster proceeded to fuck him with a devastating efficiency. He had never imagined such impure physical sensations could be combined with such a soul-shattering spiritual pain. The angel tried to remind himself that he was a warrior and gathered his will to fight against this creature that had forced itself upon him and laid him low, but no matter how he struggled or twisted, he remained hopelessly restrained and helpless against it.
Within minutes, the powerful, deliberate strokes of the thick tentacle inside of him had sped up until the thing was pounding into him so fast that all he could do was hang there in the creatures grasp, limply waiting for it to finish. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the loud, moist squelching noises, which only increased in volume as the monster grew more enthusiastic in its efforts. The wet sounds of the tentacle carving its way into his body again and again echoed throughout length of the cavern, marking his shame for all to hear. He tried to muffle his own gasps and whimpers that escaped him with every penetrating shove as the thing increased the force of its thrusts beyond his ability to bear silently, with only limited success.
Finally the eel seemed to reach its climax, fucking as deeply into him as it could reach once, then twice, before its whole form tensed, clenching around his body with bruising force. He blinked his eyes open in horror as he felt a gush of burning hot, stinging liquid released deep inside of him, the force of its release sending some of the slime spurting out of his passage around its wide shaft to leak down his body, dripping down his thighs. With no more interest in him now that it had broken and marked him, the hell-creature untwined itself from him, callously withdrew itself from his body, and floated serenely on its way, leaving him a miserable, huddled wreck.
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