Re: 2nd Fill, The Vow 4/4 Warning: Tentacle Rape, Incestvelvet_maceMarch 21 2011, 05:47:36 UTC
He was embraced, head to foot by hands that held, petted, and warmed him.
He was stroked, probed, squeezed and filled, and inexorably his body yielded to her demands. He felt the pressure of his need swelling inside him. Each thrust, each pulse, each rub felt so good. He bucked hips, fucking himself harder on the phallus within him, attempting to make the tendril slide faster against his rigid cock. He worked himself like a whore, thoughtlessly, relentlessly. Scratching that itch. Yes, more, there, harder.
He came. An unbearable tension eased and he was swept with intense relief. He didn't even notice the way her tendril gobbled his seed. All he knew was the raw feeling left behind when it removed itself from his slit. His cock was released. It deflated and lay against his hip. The vine worrying his nipple let it go. The phallus slid out, leaving him gaping and empty.
It was over. Shub-Niggurath had what she wanted. His vow was shattered.
You did well, she spoke, her satisfaction all but suffocating him. Drink my milk and grow strong and virile, great grandchild. Live long and heal fast. You will need the endurance you gain.
Before Sherlock could react, the tentacle in his mouth surged deeper, pulling his face up so that his neck arched, then thrusting past his uvula and down his esophagus. It was too big to swallow. He wasn't designed to take this. It hurt as it pistoned slowly up and down. His stomach filled helplessly. Then, just as he worried he might pass out from lack of air, she pulled back. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe. Then she was out entirely and he coughed and sputtered, and tried not to throw up.
“There you have what he want,” he said bitterly, when he could. “Go impregnate some unfortunate woman with it, and leave me be.” He was still clinging to sanity, he realized. Despite everything she hadn't robbed him of that. He was stronger than his father. With any hope, the poor wretch born out of this monstrous union would be even stronger. Perhaps he'd find a way to defy her.
Oh my beloved great-grandchild, Shub-Niggurath purred. Once I would have been satisfied with a General, raised in your love to be as brilliant and strong as you. Since you refused me that, I will have an army from you, instead. And you will never know a single one of your children. Not one.
She released him slowly, a hand at a time, each melting back into the nothingness from whence they came.
Sherlock swallowed. Could she really use the issue of this night to raise an army? She was strong, and powerful, but she never struck him as having the patience or finesse for that. Then he clutched his stomach, full of her milk and remembered her words. You will need the endurance.
He grabbed the torn bedding and pulled it closer to himself.
Re: 2nd Fill, The Vow 4/4 Warning: Tentacle Rape, Incests0mmerspr0ssenMarch 21 2011, 18:50:39 UTC
It's official - you and I are clearly going to marry one day. I don't care that you're already with somebody. One day we will marry. *nods*
As always, your fill is absolutely marvellous! I don't... I don't even know what to say. Gnnngh or ooooomg or maybe just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Instead, I'll leave this quote here in place of all the adoration you should be getting:
He worked himself like a whore, thoughtlessly, relentlessly. <3
Re: 2nd Fill, The Vow 4/4 Warning: Tentacle Rape, IncestshiverelectricMarch 28 2011, 05:05:05 UTC
I, I don't, I don't know what to say about this because my mind is completely blown apart. It didn't help that Where Is My Mind was playing the entire time I was reading, so it felt even more surreal and just mindfuckery, but jfc, this was creepy awesome!
Re: 2nd Fill, The Vow 4/4 Warning: Tentacle Rape, Incestvelvet_maceApril 21 2011, 16:11:01 UTC
Ha ha... I don't know. I kinda sorta had an idea, but it was supplied by another anon -- basically that Girl!John had his kid and they meet. But I don't know if I could pull it off.
He was stroked, probed, squeezed and filled, and inexorably his body yielded to her demands. He felt the pressure of his need swelling inside him. Each thrust, each pulse, each rub felt so good. He bucked hips, fucking himself harder on the phallus within him, attempting to make the tendril slide faster against his rigid cock. He worked himself like a whore, thoughtlessly, relentlessly. Scratching that itch. Yes, more, there, harder.
He came. An unbearable tension eased and he was swept with intense relief. He didn't even notice the way her tendril gobbled his seed. All he knew was the raw feeling left behind when it removed itself from his slit. His cock was released. It deflated and lay against his hip. The vine worrying his nipple let it go. The phallus slid out, leaving him gaping and empty.
It was over. Shub-Niggurath had what she wanted. His vow was shattered.
You did well, she spoke, her satisfaction all but suffocating him. Drink my milk and grow strong and virile, great grandchild. Live long and heal fast. You will need the endurance you gain.
Before Sherlock could react, the tentacle in his mouth surged deeper, pulling his face up so that his neck arched, then thrusting past his uvula and down his esophagus. It was too big to swallow. He wasn't designed to take this. It hurt as it pistoned slowly up and down. His stomach filled helplessly. Then, just as he worried he might pass out from lack of air, she pulled back. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe. Then she was out entirely and he coughed and sputtered, and tried not to throw up.
“There you have what he want,” he said bitterly, when he could. “Go impregnate some unfortunate woman with it, and leave me be.” He was still clinging to sanity, he realized. Despite everything she hadn't robbed him of that. He was stronger than his father. With any hope, the poor wretch born out of this monstrous union would be even stronger. Perhaps he'd find a way to defy her.
Oh my beloved great-grandchild, Shub-Niggurath purred. Once I would have been satisfied with a General, raised in your love to be as brilliant and strong as you. Since you refused me that, I will have an army from you, instead. And you will never know a single one of your children. Not one.
She released him slowly, a hand at a time, each melting back into the nothingness from whence they came.
Sherlock swallowed. Could she really use the issue of this night to raise an army? She was strong, and powerful, but she never struck him as having the patience or finesse for that. Then he clutched his stomach, full of her milk and remembered her words. You will need the endurance.
He grabbed the torn bedding and pulled it closer to himself.
She'd changed her game.
She wasn't done with him. She'd never be done.
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INCEST WARNING!
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You know it's bad when you start thinking castration is the best option.
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As always, your fill is absolutely marvellous! I don't... I don't even know what to say. Gnnngh or ooooomg or maybe just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Instead, I'll leave this quote here in place of all the adoration you should be getting:
He worked himself like a whore, thoughtlessly, relentlessly. <3
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And yes, we should. <3
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Lovecraft crossover.
Lovecraft crossover.
Lovecraft crossover!!!
*dies of awesomeness*
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Lovecraft crossover FTW
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dammit I need an H. P. Lovecraft icon.
brb
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