Redolence; 3: Sex
[Story Info]
Title: Redolence
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
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3: Sex
Tony had never felt so horny in his entire life. It felt clichéd to put it like that, because this was beyond sexual frustration.
His body was hot, growing slick with sweat even though he stood naked in an underground room which had to be cooler than the early morning air outside. In the back of his mind he recalled the party, the company he’d had, and there was no way his body should have been up for this again already but he was hard and aching.
Tentacles slipped over his skin, making him flush hard, increasing the heat. It was as if he were being ravaged by extreme fever, but instead of sickness and lethargy he felt alive and jubilant, filled with energy to do what his body craved so badly. The touch was everywhere, mapping out his skin. One traced his lips, the spot the alien had bit earlier. Tony opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and met the questing appendage. The first taste was odd, salty and something unidentifiable. He felt the slickness, too, and the surface that caused a delicious drag on his skin when pressed against him the right way, and he wasn’t exactly inviting it in but when the tentacle moved forward, following his tongue in, he let it, closing his eyes, toying with it as it toyed with him.
His attention was narrowing and the tentacle in his mouth pushed deeper, tickling his throat and provoking a reaction, moving back to let him swallow and breathe before he could begin to gag. They made a game of it until Tony got used to the sensation and the other could press further, past his gag reflex until he needed room to breathe.
Eventually the tentacle moved back, though, and Tony tried to chase it, opening his eyes. He met the alien gaze, felt the small tentacles on his face, drawing him in, holding his attention. Tony grew aware of the rest of his body again, feeling strangely out of it, but now that he was back the sensations slammed home with a vengeance. Several appendages were tracing his flanks, his backside, his genitals, and one was zeroing in on his ass, moving over the hole, past it, then dragging backwards again as if knowing it had missed something.
Tony couldn’t help a moan as the tip poked at the resistance, the muscles clenching although there was a need, deep in his gut, for him to relax. He wanted this to happen, wanted the other inside him, in every way possible, and…
He blinked. It didn’t make sense. Well, it did, because he knew how good it could feel, from past experience, but somewhere on the edge of the haze a nagging voice kept telling him something was off -
Tony’s face was pulled forward to the other’s, the long tongue in his mouth and his breath stolen away until he was allowed to inhale and it felt like he had stepped into cloud, so thick he could barely breathe. His heart was hammering against his ribs, in his throat, and his legs grew weak from the overpowering need for more.
“Come,” the other said lovingly, gently, pulling him along to the side, deeper into the room. There was another room, like a storage area, and several old mattresses were laid out in the back. Dirty as they were, dusty and perhaps moldy as well, Tony welcomed the softness and lay down, drawing the other down after him.
The tentacles were everywhere. Tony panted for air as his cock was grasped, bordering on painful yet the heat inside him took the edge off, making him buzz with a need for more. A tentacle - perhaps the one from before - pressed at his asshole then breached him slowly, almost carefully. It felt slicker than the others, as if it was adding a natural lubricant as it went, easing the way. Tony’s hips twitched in response, the unnatural wriggling sensation almost pushing him over the edge.
His eyes went wide as it shoved at his prostate, passing it, then tracked back, testing again as if pushing a button to see if it produced the same result as before. Tony moaned and bucked more forcefully, yet the tentacle was too bendy to actually rut against. However, the part inside him pressed relentlessly now, rubbing and finding the right angle.
“Fuck, yes,” Tony hissed, closing his eyes, throwing his head back. It had never been this good, never in his life. Everything else was secondary and it felt almost like the thing was sucking at him from the inside before finding just the right rhythm -
He came so hard he could see only bright spots for a moment, breaths labored and muscles almost cramping from how good it felt. When he managed to see again - or feel, for that matter - the tentacle was still inside him, smoothing over the sensitive spot, caressing it. A stretch followed it, even yet noticeable, and Tony frowned, trying to locate it since it felt like his brain had suddenly been wired the wrong way.
The alien eyes regarded him and Tony looked back, inhaling the sweet smell, the hint of his own arousal, and then he felt another tentacle pushing into him, the even pressure making him sigh and groan, wanting to move, but he found his legs spread and held in place, the hold on them firm yet loving.
Tony reached down with his right hand, re-discovering his arms, tracing his own thigh and then the tentacle wrapped around it, the difference in texture intriguing him. He followed the appendage back towards the alien form, finding it disappearing smoothly into the lower back, a natural extension of the body, full of life and strength.
His wrist was caught, wrapped in a secure hold and dragged upwards, across his body and placed on the mattress by his head. Tony looked at the transparent-on-black eyes and smiled, then felt another tentacle caress his cheek. He turned his face and kissed it, then licked and sucked its side as the ones inside him resumed moving - when had they stopped? Pleasure began coiling inside him again, his cock hard as if he hadn’t already come twice tonight, yet it was undeniable and he needed this, needed the other.
His left hand joined the right, trapping him as his legs were pushed further apart by another inch, leaving him spread and defenseless. Tony swallowed and inhaled as yet another slippery tentacle trailed down to his hole, pushing its thinner head in, worming its way further. His body relaxed around the intrusion, leaving him shivering as two appendages spread him open as the third - or the first - continued to relentlessly rub against his prostate, the pleasure coursing through him and building up, making him twitch and shake.
The tentacles on his front wrapped around his cock and balls, alternating between shifting and squeezing, then one lay across the head of his cock and it literally felt like he was being sucked, intensely. Like someone turned on the vacuum.
Tony’s hips shot up as far up as they could and he came for the third time, sounds ripping from his throat and drowning him in the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. It was over so fast, his entire body spent, yet waves kept rushing across his body, making him jerk as the tentacles withdrew and his spent cock lay against his thigh.
The alien moved above him, touches chasing the sensations across his skin. Then, finally, Tony felt himself being pulled close into a firm, unyielding, yet loving embrace and his eyes closed and mind drifted off, unable to hold on to the moment because he required rest.
“Mine,” a voice hummed in his ear.
to be continued…
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Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
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3: Sex
Tony had never felt so horny in his entire life. It felt clichéd to put it like that, because this was beyond sexual frustration.
His body was hot, growing slick with sweat even though he stood naked in an underground room which had to be cooler than the early morning air outside. In the back of his mind he recalled the party, the company he’d had, and there was no way his body should have been up for this again already but he was hard and aching.
Tentacles slipped over his skin, making him flush hard, increasing the heat. It was as if he were being ravaged by extreme fever, but instead of sickness and lethargy he felt alive and jubilant, filled with energy to do what his body craved so badly. The touch was everywhere, mapping out his skin. One traced his lips, the spot the alien had bit earlier. Tony opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and met the questing appendage. The first taste was odd, salty and something unidentifiable. He felt the slickness, too, and the surface that caused a delicious drag on his skin when pressed against him the right way, and he wasn’t exactly inviting it in but when the tentacle moved forward, following his tongue in, he let it, closing his eyes, toying with it as it toyed with him.
His attention was narrowing and the tentacle in his mouth pushed deeper, tickling his throat and provoking a reaction, moving back to let him swallow and breathe before he could begin to gag. They made a game of it until Tony got used to the sensation and the other could press further, past his gag reflex until he needed room to breathe.
Eventually the tentacle moved back, though, and Tony tried to chase it, opening his eyes. He met the alien gaze, felt the small tentacles on his face, drawing him in, holding his attention. Tony grew aware of the rest of his body again, feeling strangely out of it, but now that he was back the sensations slammed home with a vengeance. Several appendages were tracing his flanks, his backside, his genitals, and one was zeroing in on his ass, moving over the hole, past it, then dragging backwards again as if knowing it had missed something.
Tony couldn’t help a moan as the tip poked at the resistance, the muscles clenching although there was a need, deep in his gut, for him to relax. He wanted this to happen, wanted the other inside him, in every way possible, and…
He blinked. It didn’t make sense. Well, it did, because he knew how good it could feel, from past experience, but somewhere on the edge of the haze a nagging voice kept telling him something was off -
Tony’s face was pulled forward to the other’s, the long tongue in his mouth and his breath stolen away until he was allowed to inhale and it felt like he had stepped into cloud, so thick he could barely breathe. His heart was hammering against his ribs, in his throat, and his legs grew weak from the overpowering need for more.
“Come,” the other said lovingly, gently, pulling him along to the side, deeper into the room. There was another room, like a storage area, and several old mattresses were laid out in the back. Dirty as they were, dusty and perhaps moldy as well, Tony welcomed the softness and lay down, drawing the other down after him.
The tentacles were everywhere. Tony panted for air as his cock was grasped, bordering on painful yet the heat inside him took the edge off, making him buzz with a need for more. A tentacle - perhaps the one from before - pressed at his asshole then breached him slowly, almost carefully. It felt slicker than the others, as if it was adding a natural lubricant as it went, easing the way. Tony’s hips twitched in response, the unnatural wriggling sensation almost pushing him over the edge.
His eyes went wide as it shoved at his prostate, passing it, then tracked back, testing again as if pushing a button to see if it produced the same result as before. Tony moaned and bucked more forcefully, yet the tentacle was too bendy to actually rut against. However, the part inside him pressed relentlessly now, rubbing and finding the right angle.
“Fuck, yes,” Tony hissed, closing his eyes, throwing his head back. It had never been this good, never in his life. Everything else was secondary and it felt almost like the thing was sucking at him from the inside before finding just the right rhythm -
He came so hard he could see only bright spots for a moment, breaths labored and muscles almost cramping from how good it felt. When he managed to see again - or feel, for that matter - the tentacle was still inside him, smoothing over the sensitive spot, caressing it. A stretch followed it, even yet noticeable, and Tony frowned, trying to locate it since it felt like his brain had suddenly been wired the wrong way.
The alien eyes regarded him and Tony looked back, inhaling the sweet smell, the hint of his own arousal, and then he felt another tentacle pushing into him, the even pressure making him sigh and groan, wanting to move, but he found his legs spread and held in place, the hold on them firm yet loving.
Tony reached down with his right hand, re-discovering his arms, tracing his own thigh and then the tentacle wrapped around it, the difference in texture intriguing him. He followed the appendage back towards the alien form, finding it disappearing smoothly into the lower back, a natural extension of the body, full of life and strength.
His wrist was caught, wrapped in a secure hold and dragged upwards, across his body and placed on the mattress by his head. Tony looked at the transparent-on-black eyes and smiled, then felt another tentacle caress his cheek. He turned his face and kissed it, then licked and sucked its side as the ones inside him resumed moving - when had they stopped? Pleasure began coiling inside him again, his cock hard as if he hadn’t already come twice tonight, yet it was undeniable and he needed this, needed the other.
His left hand joined the right, trapping him as his legs were pushed further apart by another inch, leaving him spread and defenseless. Tony swallowed and inhaled as yet another slippery tentacle trailed down to his hole, pushing its thinner head in, worming its way further. His body relaxed around the intrusion, leaving him shivering as two appendages spread him open as the third - or the first - continued to relentlessly rub against his prostate, the pleasure coursing through him and building up, making him twitch and shake.
The tentacles on his front wrapped around his cock and balls, alternating between shifting and squeezing, then one lay across the head of his cock and it literally felt like he was being sucked, intensely. Like someone turned on the vacuum.
Tony’s hips shot up as far up as they could and he came for the third time, sounds ripping from his throat and drowning him in the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. It was over so fast, his entire body spent, yet waves kept rushing across his body, making him jerk as the tentacles withdrew and his spent cock lay against his thigh.
The alien moved above him, touches chasing the sensations across his skin. Then, finally, Tony felt himself being pulled close into a firm, unyielding, yet loving embrace and his eyes closed and mind drifted off, unable to hold on to the moment because he required rest.
“Mine,” a voice hummed in his ear.
to be continued…
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