The Time Has Come for Your Devotion
Title: The Time Has Come for Your Devotion
Author: monimi101
Rating: R
Warnings: tentacle sex
Summary: The day the Cobra returns is a pretty weird day.
Author's Notes: I do have an explanation for this. There was a Sex Pollen Meme. Now, around here, sex pollen refers to "anything that happens to the character that makes them up able to control their sexuality." But when I think sex pollen, I think things like spores that grow into things with tentacles and lead to tentacle porn. (Like some of the spores I'm told live in Youko Kurama's hair, in the doujinshiverse.) So I guess I'm saying, I saw that meme and instantly, thoughts of band boys getting sexed up by tentacles jumped into my head. And the first plotline I could imagine was the Cobra. I think it makes sense if you think about it. I mean, they can already speak and time travel. Why not? A few internal debates later, I had this. Be warned, it's kinda creepy shit.
The day the Cobra comes back is a pretty weird day, Gabe thinks. The Cobra is not the way he remembers it. No, it is entirely different, this time. Maybe if he didn’t know the being so well, if its venom didn’t already flow in his veins, he wouldn’t know what the creature in front of him was. But Gabe knows the Cobra. And this is, without a question, the Cobra.
He has just finished packing up after a late, dirty show. The crowds are gone, the venue is closed. The van is waiting for him, a block away. He has a lit smoke between his fingers; it withers away as he stares at this thing, his master, he’s pretty sure. This must be the day his loyalty will be repaid.
The Cobra looks at him. It is no longer a mere imitation of an Earth snake. It floats about a foot above the ground, it has many tails, each flowing away from it sinuously. The hard skin that used to be its hood has become a circular fan around its head, pulsing softly, covered in markings that Gabe cannot read. Its head is much as Gabe remembers, though maybe its eyes are a bit bigger. It glows faintly, in a shade between cyan and ultraviolet.
“Welcome back.” He says, when he gets his mind to wrap around the idea that the Cobra has returned for him. He is sure that he learned what he was supposed to learn. He knows the human race is at least somewhat more fun and stylish for his efforts. This must be his reward.
The Cobra wraps a glowing tail around Gabe’s wrist. It is warm, almost uncomfortably so. Gabe can feel the heat traveling up his arm. He is a little bit frightened, just for a moment, and instantly feels guilt for even thinking to fear his master. The Cobra knows all. If it hurts him, it is because that is what needs to happen for the Plan to work.
Th heat reaches his heart just as the cigarette singes his fingers. A shock runs through him, he drops the cig and gasps loudly. His vision blurs, his legs get weak, his entire body tingles. The Cobra is contented. Its tail-! No, perhaps tentacle would be a better term for such a wonderful extension to the body; tail implies an ending, an unnecessary extension to the spine. It is clear to Gabe, now, why the Cobras will survive long after his own species is gone. He feels the first stirrings of desire as the heat reaches his groin.
Another tentacle wraps softly around his neck. He moans softly; the warm glow sinks into his brain, enveloping him, turning his mind into a formable mush. The tip of the Cobra’s long limb pushes into his open mouth, another wraps around his left leg, making sure he doesn’t fall over as it backs him onto the wall. The bricks feel colder than ice to Gabe’s burning skin, he hisses and arches away from them. The tentacle around his wrist pushes roughly towards the wall and tightens, a warning. The Cobra floats closer to him, and Gabe can feel heat radiating off of it. He is almost melting, he thinks, and he loves it, holy fuck he loves it.
He sucks desperately on the intrusion to his mouth. It tastes kind of sweet and metallic and unlike anything else Gabe has ever tasted, anything anyone has tasted. He can feel pleasure building in him, he can feel his feet leaving the ground and the Cobra pulls him further into the air, another tentacle squirming up his right leg. His jeans are too tight, they’re ripping as the sinuous extension slithers up his leg, quickly wrapping around his thigh, right at the very top of his leg. He can feel his skin burning, probably turning red, everywhere the Cobra touches him.
His hips curve upwards, he wants to be closer to his master, this perfect being from the future, the Cobra. As if sensing his desire, the Cobra’s tentacle pushes further into his mouth, sliding hotly down his throat, and Gabe can barely breathe, but he doesn’t really need air now, doesn’t need anything, he has the Cobra, and isn’t that all anyone needs?
He realizes his wrists are above his head, held tightly to the wall. His fingers are scrambling to cling to something, anything. He wants to touch, feel, hear, taste, anything. The tentacle down his throat is almost gagging him, still wrapped around his neck, a bit tighter with each passing moment, and Gabe’s hips are rotating constantly, trying to get contact with the Cobra. Oh, he wants contact so much; he wants every inch of his skin to be touching his master, maybe even his insides to.
And maybe the Cobra can feel his thoughts somehow, because that’s about when a tentacle slides down the back of his pants and between his cheeks, tapping his hole once, like a warning, before pushing violently in, and if Gabe didn’t have his mouth so full, he would have screamed. Screamed louder than he ever has before, because he’s never felt such conflict in his life. It hurts more than anything he can imagine, it’s burning hot, and if he was melting before, then this time he’s vaporizing. But at the same time, he’s never been so turned on. He’s riding the Cobra eagerly, and it spreads his legs wide, wider than he was even aware they could go.
His shirt is ripped off quickly; it falls behind him onto the trash that always frequents alleyways, and as the Cobra thrusts up even deeper inside him, his pants have finally taken more than they really can, and they break, leaving him with only one leg of denim and a sweater. He is vaguely aware that he is still screaming and gasping and moaning around the intrusion to his mouth, and more so that the Cobra enjoys it. A tentacle strokes his chest, and Gabe gets the feeling he’s special, that he is a novelty item to the wonderful creature above him, in front of him, inside of him.
He feels another hot intrusion probing his ass, and before he can even think about how much it will hurt, there is a second tentacle in him. He can feel his blood running down the Cobra’s limbs and hear it dripping to the ground. The Cobra is even closer, and fuck. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, and shit. How will he ever feel again, after feeling something this intense and wonderful and perfect! This is everything he has never imagined, nothing he ever could. His hips are still pulsing hotly, his lungs have finally lost their last gateway to air and they heave desperately, trying to get the air they still want.
But Gabe knows a want is all it is. Air isn’t something you need, when you have the Cobra. It thrusts hotly in and out of him, each one alternating with the other, hitting that spot inside him every single time, and he wants it to last forever, he really does. The probe touching his chest goes distinctly lower, and almost slips into his navel before going a bit lower, wrapping itself around his cock tightly, keeping his just on the edge, burning, writhing, flying, melting.
And then the Cobra’s hood closes around his side, and he feels a multitude of sharp, sharp teeth bite into him. The tentacle on his cock loosens, just a fraction, and all the ones in him push just a bit farther in, all at the same time. He comes harder than he ever has before, just narrowly missing his master as it bites down on him, exchanging blood for poison. He sees white, sparking and pulsing in front of him. He had never been more satisfied.
As the Cobra retracts itself, he falls unconscious before he even hits the ground.
Author: monimi101
Rating: R
Warnings: tentacle sex
Summary: The day the Cobra returns is a pretty weird day.
Author's Notes: I do have an explanation for this. There was a Sex Pollen Meme. Now, around here, sex pollen refers to "anything that happens to the character that makes them up able to control their sexuality." But when I think sex pollen, I think things like spores that grow into things with tentacles and lead to tentacle porn. (Like some of the spores I'm told live in Youko Kurama's hair, in the doujinshiverse.) So I guess I'm saying, I saw that meme and instantly, thoughts of band boys getting sexed up by tentacles jumped into my head. And the first plotline I could imagine was the Cobra. I think it makes sense if you think about it. I mean, they can already speak and time travel. Why not? A few internal debates later, I had this. Be warned, it's kinda creepy shit.
The day the Cobra comes back is a pretty weird day, Gabe thinks. The Cobra is not the way he remembers it. No, it is entirely different, this time. Maybe if he didn’t know the being so well, if its venom didn’t already flow in his veins, he wouldn’t know what the creature in front of him was. But Gabe knows the Cobra. And this is, without a question, the Cobra.
He has just finished packing up after a late, dirty show. The crowds are gone, the venue is closed. The van is waiting for him, a block away. He has a lit smoke between his fingers; it withers away as he stares at this thing, his master, he’s pretty sure. This must be the day his loyalty will be repaid.
The Cobra looks at him. It is no longer a mere imitation of an Earth snake. It floats about a foot above the ground, it has many tails, each flowing away from it sinuously. The hard skin that used to be its hood has become a circular fan around its head, pulsing softly, covered in markings that Gabe cannot read. Its head is much as Gabe remembers, though maybe its eyes are a bit bigger. It glows faintly, in a shade between cyan and ultraviolet.
“Welcome back.” He says, when he gets his mind to wrap around the idea that the Cobra has returned for him. He is sure that he learned what he was supposed to learn. He knows the human race is at least somewhat more fun and stylish for his efforts. This must be his reward.
The Cobra wraps a glowing tail around Gabe’s wrist. It is warm, almost uncomfortably so. Gabe can feel the heat traveling up his arm. He is a little bit frightened, just for a moment, and instantly feels guilt for even thinking to fear his master. The Cobra knows all. If it hurts him, it is because that is what needs to happen for the Plan to work.
Th heat reaches his heart just as the cigarette singes his fingers. A shock runs through him, he drops the cig and gasps loudly. His vision blurs, his legs get weak, his entire body tingles. The Cobra is contented. Its tail-! No, perhaps tentacle would be a better term for such a wonderful extension to the body; tail implies an ending, an unnecessary extension to the spine. It is clear to Gabe, now, why the Cobras will survive long after his own species is gone. He feels the first stirrings of desire as the heat reaches his groin.
Another tentacle wraps softly around his neck. He moans softly; the warm glow sinks into his brain, enveloping him, turning his mind into a formable mush. The tip of the Cobra’s long limb pushes into his open mouth, another wraps around his left leg, making sure he doesn’t fall over as it backs him onto the wall. The bricks feel colder than ice to Gabe’s burning skin, he hisses and arches away from them. The tentacle around his wrist pushes roughly towards the wall and tightens, a warning. The Cobra floats closer to him, and Gabe can feel heat radiating off of it. He is almost melting, he thinks, and he loves it, holy fuck he loves it.
He sucks desperately on the intrusion to his mouth. It tastes kind of sweet and metallic and unlike anything else Gabe has ever tasted, anything anyone has tasted. He can feel pleasure building in him, he can feel his feet leaving the ground and the Cobra pulls him further into the air, another tentacle squirming up his right leg. His jeans are too tight, they’re ripping as the sinuous extension slithers up his leg, quickly wrapping around his thigh, right at the very top of his leg. He can feel his skin burning, probably turning red, everywhere the Cobra touches him.
His hips curve upwards, he wants to be closer to his master, this perfect being from the future, the Cobra. As if sensing his desire, the Cobra’s tentacle pushes further into his mouth, sliding hotly down his throat, and Gabe can barely breathe, but he doesn’t really need air now, doesn’t need anything, he has the Cobra, and isn’t that all anyone needs?
He realizes his wrists are above his head, held tightly to the wall. His fingers are scrambling to cling to something, anything. He wants to touch, feel, hear, taste, anything. The tentacle down his throat is almost gagging him, still wrapped around his neck, a bit tighter with each passing moment, and Gabe’s hips are rotating constantly, trying to get contact with the Cobra. Oh, he wants contact so much; he wants every inch of his skin to be touching his master, maybe even his insides to.
And maybe the Cobra can feel his thoughts somehow, because that’s about when a tentacle slides down the back of his pants and between his cheeks, tapping his hole once, like a warning, before pushing violently in, and if Gabe didn’t have his mouth so full, he would have screamed. Screamed louder than he ever has before, because he’s never felt such conflict in his life. It hurts more than anything he can imagine, it’s burning hot, and if he was melting before, then this time he’s vaporizing. But at the same time, he’s never been so turned on. He’s riding the Cobra eagerly, and it spreads his legs wide, wider than he was even aware they could go.
His shirt is ripped off quickly; it falls behind him onto the trash that always frequents alleyways, and as the Cobra thrusts up even deeper inside him, his pants have finally taken more than they really can, and they break, leaving him with only one leg of denim and a sweater. He is vaguely aware that he is still screaming and gasping and moaning around the intrusion to his mouth, and more so that the Cobra enjoys it. A tentacle strokes his chest, and Gabe gets the feeling he’s special, that he is a novelty item to the wonderful creature above him, in front of him, inside of him.
He feels another hot intrusion probing his ass, and before he can even think about how much it will hurt, there is a second tentacle in him. He can feel his blood running down the Cobra’s limbs and hear it dripping to the ground. The Cobra is even closer, and fuck. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, and shit. How will he ever feel again, after feeling something this intense and wonderful and perfect! This is everything he has never imagined, nothing he ever could. His hips are still pulsing hotly, his lungs have finally lost their last gateway to air and they heave desperately, trying to get the air they still want.
But Gabe knows a want is all it is. Air isn’t something you need, when you have the Cobra. It thrusts hotly in and out of him, each one alternating with the other, hitting that spot inside him every single time, and he wants it to last forever, he really does. The probe touching his chest goes distinctly lower, and almost slips into his navel before going a bit lower, wrapping itself around his cock tightly, keeping his just on the edge, burning, writhing, flying, melting.
And then the Cobra’s hood closes around his side, and he feels a multitude of sharp, sharp teeth bite into him. The tentacle on his cock loosens, just a fraction, and all the ones in him push just a bit farther in, all at the same time. He comes harder than he ever has before, just narrowly missing his master as it bites down on him, exchanging blood for poison. He sees white, sparking and pulsing in front of him. He had never been more satisfied.
As the Cobra retracts itself, he falls unconscious before he even hits the ground.