Eden, Part 1
Summary: Captain Cid Highwind has been alone in the forest, injured, starving - when he finds Eden, a place of beauty and sustenance. Little does he realize, that every pleasure to be gained here has it's price.
Warnings: Totally AU and OOC. Dubious consent, super kink, and wangst. You know how we do. Unbeta'ed because I'm easily distracted by rocket bison.
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Cid and Vincent, the rest is sadly our own mad-cap invention XD
Notes: Posted for zombie_cheese. She had a shit day, and still she managed to make me smile, and come up with the title.
It was getting to the point where Cid wasn't sure if it was the pain of his damnaged leg, or the lack of food over the last couple days, or the constant exercise, that was starting to make him feel light-headed and delerious. And he was beginning not to care.
He was sane enough still to realise that was a very. Bad. Sign.
He couldn't navigate this damn forrest for his life, and it was starting to seriously get to that point. How big could it possibly be? He was sure he wasn't going about in circles, so how could it take so goddamn long to try and find an exit, or even a house or something? It had been days since his little, privately built plane had crashed into this godforsaken woodland, causing him to damage his left leg bad enough he could hardly walk on it. And yet walk he must, because he radio was smashed to Holy Hell, and no one knew he was out on a joy flight.
It was coming on to night again. Cid was about to find the most comfortable looking tree to sleep against when he felt it. A cool, fresh breeze, that smelt...... wet. And.... was that... fruity?
Piqued, Cid hobbled painfully towards the sensation, hoping he wasn't chasing a mirage. All of a sudden he stumbled onto a clearing the in woods, the trees circling a massive pool of water. Little firefly-like bugs hovered over it, glowing a faint white/blue that gave the place a magical, eery feeling. And off to the side stood a massive tree, it's trunk and branches gnarly and ugly, and giant, heavy, overripe purple fruit hung from the ends like saggy breasts.
Cid didn't care. It was the first edible thing he'd seen in days. He quickly moved to the tree and plucked off one of the fruits, having no idea what it was, and too starved to care. It was so ripe it started to leak juice over his hand before he even bit into it. The taste of the fruit when he did was strange, not pleasant, but not entirely unappetising either. Hunger was the best sauce, as they say.
He'd eaten two before he felt the hair on the back of his neck start to rise, and his stomach do a strange flip-flop in his gut. A reaction to having food in his belly all of a sudden, or....?
Cid declined from eating any more of the purple fruit for the time being, deciding to play it safe. He hobbled to the water's edge and went to take a sip of water. Before he could bring lips to water, his entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and his head throbbed violently. He groaned and turned to the side and vomited, the fruit tasting far less pleasant on the way up. When he stopped heavy, he felt hot, clammy, drunk. The world started to spin, his vision clouded by the damn fireflies... or was that his vision failing?
He had half a moment to try and avoid passing out in the water before collapsing by the edge of the pool.
Unseen by the injured and bitterly ill pilot, the tree which he had eaten from began to writhe and coil, it's bark bulging and rippling, tightening across a form, a strange form, and slowly, a dancer's figure emerged.
Across the water, the white body shone as moonbeams, soft with a glow that no man could manage, the limbs long and pale. But the hair was black as blackest night, like a shadow, like night waters, like night itself. Woven into the tresses were tiny, tiny diamonds, sparkling richly like the eerie fireflys - mostly, because they were.
The fey creature approached the water's edge, only when they stepped foot into it, they didn't - they stepped onto it. Every step taken met with a gentle ripple and a soft exhalation of mist, swirling about the creature's feet, writhing up like dead souls around the softly rounded hips, the powerful, slender thighs. Indeed, the way they walked exuded sensuality, darkness, mystery - but mostly, power. There was a confidence and certainty in the step, in the languorous, easy stride, that said that this being had strength that had never been bested, and all the time in which to exercise it.
They drew upon the opposite shore, where the still form of the pilot lay, and they paused, the ephemeral mist swirling and condensing about them, and gazed down on what could only be prey. There was no doubt of that. The dark eyes shone with a patient hunger as they clicked up from feet to head and back again, looking him over coolly, and they only part of it that wasn't either pale or dark, smiled - the mouth, a plush, warm throb of life, pink and suffused with blood, a rose.
Slowly, they came forward, the mist coalescing about them in close mimicry of clothing - diaphanous gloves, then sleeves that rolled back like waves before they reached the shoulders, winding down as waterfalls and rivers about the torso, and then resting and dispersing about the hips and legs, cool and soft and white, insubstantial.
They drew up the shore then, and knelt beside the blond man with his peaceful but haggard face and wonderfully broad, solid body like a lover would, tender, careful, reverent. They put both hands on the warm face, and bent down elegantly, to kiss him deeply.
He liked to play with his food.
Cid came awake slowly, flinchingly, until suddenly he realised that the strange feeling that was causing him to draw out of his blessed exhaustion was something hot and wet and slippery pushed inside his slack mouth.
He jerked back, making a small grunting cry, and struggled to open gummy eyes, the world spinning wildly before slowly settling on the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, man or woman or figment of imagination.
The fey being draws back patiently, as if he was the one to disengage the kiss, and graces the startled, sick blond with a soft smile. His hands remain cool and silky on the man's stubbled jaw.
"Hello, Cid," he says tenderly, his voice intimate and deep, like he'd just woken his lover for the morning.
Cid cringes in horror.
"How d'ye know my name?" he asks in a hoarse, scratchy voice, unable to look away, terrified even though he doesn't know why, is normally not scared of anything. "... Who the hell are you? What did ye do te me?" He asks on a hunch, defensive, accusing.
The smile widens with amusement.
"It's called a kiss, Cid. Surely, it hasn't been that long...?" His voice trails off, his eyes catching Cid's and holding them, as he goes to kiss down his jaw and neck.
Cid's frozen for a few heartbeats, a deer caught in headlights, terrified more so because it feels so good, and he can feel his body giving in despite his best wishes. He didn't normally fancy men - although it was hard to say for sure that's what this creature was - and Cid wasn't usually so easily swayed by his dick rather than his head. But after the last few days of pain, suffering, exhaustion, starvation.... this... this felt so good, so sweet....
Cid shoves the creature away from him and tries to crawl back, fighting the spell, the lust.. It was a hallucination. Had to be deelerium.
"Don't fuckin' touch me. Yer not real!" Cid says in a shaky voice, pitifully pushing back on weak arms and one good leg.
The creature follows after him, slithering up between his legs, his arms either side of his waist.
"I'm very real," he says simply. "Don't I feel real, smell real, taste real...?" He leans in again and kisses Cid delicately, bringing one small hand up to draw down his chest, his belly, resting heavily just above his groin. He groans into the kiss, getting the hint of flavor from Cid's half-hearted helpless longing.
He's trapped. Cid knows it's logically ridiculous. The man above him was tall, maybe, well built.... very well built... but was slim, delicate, all liquid limbs and soft curvy skin. Cid should have easily been able to throw him off, even injured, and get away, because it wasn't like he was backed into a corner...
But that's exactly how it felt. And with a warm, heavy hand resting at his lower belly, putting just enough pressure there that Cid couldn't deny it, and the creature's supple body leaning in against him, breathing against him.... kissing him....
Thought...... hard.....
....Hard......
................Aching.......
Cid groans, more a whimper than anything else, and fists his fingers in the damp soil to stop himself from touching the thing above him.
"....What...who....are you?" he asks against the creature's lips.
"I'm anything you want me to be," he breathes against Cid's bruised mouth, his fingers trickling like rain down to Cid's sex, between his legs, petting him lazily. "Mother, father, sister, brother, friend, enemy, lover, husband, wife, child..." And as he said each, his form, his voice, his touch altered to adapt, taking on the appearance and characteristics of each figure. "All the same in me, I am one who wants you." He resumes his dark shape, and makes the kiss more demanding, his hand now cupping Cid's cock beneath his jeans, squeezing it, working it in his small hand.
Cid feels his head spinning again, the world around them fading until there was nothing but the feeling of falling, falling towards this poisonous creature. His reality shattered as the creature changed, morphed.... Not real.. not real... Couldn't be, couldn't be....
He sobbed, as blood all too easily, eager, rushed to pool in his groin, filling himself out beneath the wicked working hand, making Cid's head even more light-headed. He felt the hot-cold sweat break over over his skin again, and he started to sway where he sat, starting to lose consciousness once more...
"..Not.... r-eal....."
He moans into the kiss, becoming light-headed himself at the taste of Cid's heat, his spicy arousal. "So hungry... soooo hungryyyyyyyyy," he groans into the kiss. His hand moves away from Cid's swelling cock, one-handedly going to undo his belt, then his pants, and finally gets his cool hand on his cock. He pulls on it gently, coaxing it to full hardness, the skin of his dick velvety smooth, soft, and so warm... A tremor ripples through his body at Cid's excitement, weak with hunger.
Cid whimpers as the heat of his throbbing flesh is lovingly engulfed in the creature's cool palm, strong, knowing fingers working it masterfully. His equilibrium fails him, and he falls onto his back, the trees and fireflies spinning wildly above.
Scared of what was happening, still determined to resist, Cid tries to push at the ground, to push away from the lustful, ravenous creature working his erection. His arms and leg feels weak, so weak, and all he accomplishes is a pathetic writhing that hurts his injured leg and barely shimmeys him an inch backwrds.
With nothing else to rely on, Cid resorts to the other thing that still seems to work.
"Stop!" He croaks desperately. "God stop, stop, get off me goddamn ye! Oh fuck, oh fuckin' please god...!"
The creature ignores him completely, moving down his body with kisses and warm touches until his breath puffs warm and moist over the hot head of Cid's cock, a prelude to the hard wet tongue that drags coarsely, trembling, up his sensitive length. His eyes flutter shut at the taste, the smell of him, delicious and filling.
"H-ohhh fuuuu-uuuucckkk....!!!" Cid keens, arching up slowly and sinking back to the ground, his thighs trembling at the intensity of the creature playing with his dick. He's never felt so hard in his life - no matter how erect he already is, Cid still feels as if all the blood in his body was draining into his cock and balls, everything, all of him, going to his groin, leaving the rest of his body empty and cold and drained. His dick was so sensitive he could feel it violently throbbing against the creature's touches, flinching and twitching with every exaggerated caress. His balls felt like they were swelling, growing bigger, tauter, like a balloon, but when Cid peered down the line of his body, they seemed normal - tight and heavy and swollen, but normal.
And yet he felt far from normal. Something wasn't right, and no matter how fantastic this all felt, Cid couldn't get rid of the fear, of the nausea that sat in his belly; and neither could he do a damn thing about it.
"....please..... Fuck, please....." He didn't know what he was begging for anymore.
The being raised dark eyes that smoldered now like blood from a deep wound, and they were not kind eyes, they were evil, in spite of the loving touches and his gentle voice. This thing, this man that was but wasn't, was evil - and predatory.
Finally, cruel and slow, the creature lowered his mouth to Cid's hard throbbing cock and didn't stop, taking him further and further until he was swallowing down on the head, wringing it with hot, soft, wet pressure, like he intended to drink from him this way. And after a fashion, he was; he was literally consuming Cid's arousal, his lust, all the hot, hot feelings of life and love and want and surrender and piteous desperation like a cold man gulps brandy, like a wretch devours the warm flesh of a fowl. Rich, flavorful, warm - potent, restoring. God, he hadn't eaten this well in a very long time... such a long time... and he was so, so hungry, so thirsty, and so tired, and Cid tasted so good... warm, strong, powerful...
Cid gasped and groaned and sobbed, feeling his balls grow even tighter, fuller, ready to burst like the overripe purple fruit of the tree that was now a man that had his mouth sucking down on his cock. Cid's arm flailed and suddenly found the creature's hair, and for a fantastic moment it was like nothing else existed. The hair was so soft, warm, like silk, like down. Cid couldn't get over it, became entranced by it until he'd curled his hand in the creature's hair and helped guide the pretty head to keep deep throating him. And finally, finally, Cid realised that if he was going to die here, like this, then there were worse ways to go. Perhaps he was already dead, had died in the crash, was dying, and this was some illusion to pass the time, or some reward for some good deed he'd done. And so he gave in, stopped fighting, and let the Thing suck his life out through his dick, thrusting weakly up into the hot, sucking mouth and keeping the head there with his hand in the dark hair.
"God-!" he choked out, and came, hard and splendidly down the creature's throat, his balls spasming hard to pump all his seed and more up through his fat cock and into the magical leech.
The creature made a guttural sound that was supposed to be a helpless keen, a sound of desire, an orgasmic sound, as he eagerly drank down the thick gushing warmth of Cid's seed hungrily, thirsty for more, sucking Cid dry urgently, moving his head in a gentle bob, but as if making love to Cid's lap, crooning, lips kissing, head swaying lovingly. The feel of Cid's powerful grip in his hair was overwhelming, erotic, and only enhanced the flavor of the blond's arousal. He wanted that hand, of a sudden, more, he wanted more of that strength, more of that domination, more of that drive and selfish hunger. It was wholly unlike anything he had ever tasted, so good, too rich, like eating too much milk chocolate and unable to stop. It was beginning to make him ill, to make him hurt, but this time, he liked it. It tasted so damned good... God, more, more, he needed more, it had been forever and he was so hungry and Cid tasted so good...
When he could eke no more from Cid's softening cock, he drew back with an elegant gesture, the sight of Cid's massive sex slipping from his swollen lips amazing. He gasped as he came away, his head lolling and falling back, panting and trembling and looking drugged, sightless eyes on the sky, and his own hands on his own body as tiny pangs like small orgasms jerked his frame. Then he slumped, pressing his body along Cid's, one hand wandering the powerful body, his mouth finding Cid's weakly, strengthless from pleasure, even as he whinged and moaned and cooed.
"Taste so good.... oh, tastes so good... want more, need more, fill me up just right, yes, yes yes yes, more, too good, going to make myself sick, want it... want it..."
The orgasm weakened Cid, until by the end his hand slipped from the creature's hair and lay limp on the ground. He gave everything up, and by the end he was drained of more than just his cum.
Cid let the thing kiss him without responding, his vision failing, his consciousness slipping, and he knew he must be dying. Finally he let black oblivion steal him, and passed out.
The creature watched him fade beneath him, panting, eyes lidded.
He wasn't finished with him yet. Not even begun. Drunk as he was, it was still only a taste, a lap from the ocean of delicious sustenance that Cid provided. Oh no. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't going to let him go.
He drew himself up limply, and took Cid's heavy body in his arms like the blond were a broken-winged bird, frail and light and delicate. He stood, cradling Cid's lifeless body against him lovingly, the pilot's golden head nestled at his throat. He nuzzled the dirty blond hair as he moved forward, back across the lake, but didn't cross. Instead, stroking him and cooing to him soothingly, he let them both dropped backwards towards the water, and descend into darkness.
Warnings: Totally AU and OOC. Dubious consent, super kink, and wangst. You know how we do. Unbeta'ed because I'm easily distracted by rocket bison.
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Cid and Vincent, the rest is sadly our own mad-cap invention XD
Notes: Posted for zombie_cheese. She had a shit day, and still she managed to make me smile, and come up with the title.
It was getting to the point where Cid wasn't sure if it was the pain of his damnaged leg, or the lack of food over the last couple days, or the constant exercise, that was starting to make him feel light-headed and delerious. And he was beginning not to care.
He was sane enough still to realise that was a very. Bad. Sign.
He couldn't navigate this damn forrest for his life, and it was starting to seriously get to that point. How big could it possibly be? He was sure he wasn't going about in circles, so how could it take so goddamn long to try and find an exit, or even a house or something? It had been days since his little, privately built plane had crashed into this godforsaken woodland, causing him to damage his left leg bad enough he could hardly walk on it. And yet walk he must, because he radio was smashed to Holy Hell, and no one knew he was out on a joy flight.
It was coming on to night again. Cid was about to find the most comfortable looking tree to sleep against when he felt it. A cool, fresh breeze, that smelt...... wet. And.... was that... fruity?
Piqued, Cid hobbled painfully towards the sensation, hoping he wasn't chasing a mirage. All of a sudden he stumbled onto a clearing the in woods, the trees circling a massive pool of water. Little firefly-like bugs hovered over it, glowing a faint white/blue that gave the place a magical, eery feeling. And off to the side stood a massive tree, it's trunk and branches gnarly and ugly, and giant, heavy, overripe purple fruit hung from the ends like saggy breasts.
Cid didn't care. It was the first edible thing he'd seen in days. He quickly moved to the tree and plucked off one of the fruits, having no idea what it was, and too starved to care. It was so ripe it started to leak juice over his hand before he even bit into it. The taste of the fruit when he did was strange, not pleasant, but not entirely unappetising either. Hunger was the best sauce, as they say.
He'd eaten two before he felt the hair on the back of his neck start to rise, and his stomach do a strange flip-flop in his gut. A reaction to having food in his belly all of a sudden, or....?
Cid declined from eating any more of the purple fruit for the time being, deciding to play it safe. He hobbled to the water's edge and went to take a sip of water. Before he could bring lips to water, his entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and his head throbbed violently. He groaned and turned to the side and vomited, the fruit tasting far less pleasant on the way up. When he stopped heavy, he felt hot, clammy, drunk. The world started to spin, his vision clouded by the damn fireflies... or was that his vision failing?
He had half a moment to try and avoid passing out in the water before collapsing by the edge of the pool.
Unseen by the injured and bitterly ill pilot, the tree which he had eaten from began to writhe and coil, it's bark bulging and rippling, tightening across a form, a strange form, and slowly, a dancer's figure emerged.
Across the water, the white body shone as moonbeams, soft with a glow that no man could manage, the limbs long and pale. But the hair was black as blackest night, like a shadow, like night waters, like night itself. Woven into the tresses were tiny, tiny diamonds, sparkling richly like the eerie fireflys - mostly, because they were.
The fey creature approached the water's edge, only when they stepped foot into it, they didn't - they stepped onto it. Every step taken met with a gentle ripple and a soft exhalation of mist, swirling about the creature's feet, writhing up like dead souls around the softly rounded hips, the powerful, slender thighs. Indeed, the way they walked exuded sensuality, darkness, mystery - but mostly, power. There was a confidence and certainty in the step, in the languorous, easy stride, that said that this being had strength that had never been bested, and all the time in which to exercise it.
They drew upon the opposite shore, where the still form of the pilot lay, and they paused, the ephemeral mist swirling and condensing about them, and gazed down on what could only be prey. There was no doubt of that. The dark eyes shone with a patient hunger as they clicked up from feet to head and back again, looking him over coolly, and they only part of it that wasn't either pale or dark, smiled - the mouth, a plush, warm throb of life, pink and suffused with blood, a rose.
Slowly, they came forward, the mist coalescing about them in close mimicry of clothing - diaphanous gloves, then sleeves that rolled back like waves before they reached the shoulders, winding down as waterfalls and rivers about the torso, and then resting and dispersing about the hips and legs, cool and soft and white, insubstantial.
They drew up the shore then, and knelt beside the blond man with his peaceful but haggard face and wonderfully broad, solid body like a lover would, tender, careful, reverent. They put both hands on the warm face, and bent down elegantly, to kiss him deeply.
He liked to play with his food.
Cid came awake slowly, flinchingly, until suddenly he realised that the strange feeling that was causing him to draw out of his blessed exhaustion was something hot and wet and slippery pushed inside his slack mouth.
He jerked back, making a small grunting cry, and struggled to open gummy eyes, the world spinning wildly before slowly settling on the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, man or woman or figment of imagination.
The fey being draws back patiently, as if he was the one to disengage the kiss, and graces the startled, sick blond with a soft smile. His hands remain cool and silky on the man's stubbled jaw.
"Hello, Cid," he says tenderly, his voice intimate and deep, like he'd just woken his lover for the morning.
Cid cringes in horror.
"How d'ye know my name?" he asks in a hoarse, scratchy voice, unable to look away, terrified even though he doesn't know why, is normally not scared of anything. "... Who the hell are you? What did ye do te me?" He asks on a hunch, defensive, accusing.
The smile widens with amusement.
"It's called a kiss, Cid. Surely, it hasn't been that long...?" His voice trails off, his eyes catching Cid's and holding them, as he goes to kiss down his jaw and neck.
Cid's frozen for a few heartbeats, a deer caught in headlights, terrified more so because it feels so good, and he can feel his body giving in despite his best wishes. He didn't normally fancy men - although it was hard to say for sure that's what this creature was - and Cid wasn't usually so easily swayed by his dick rather than his head. But after the last few days of pain, suffering, exhaustion, starvation.... this... this felt so good, so sweet....
Cid shoves the creature away from him and tries to crawl back, fighting the spell, the lust.. It was a hallucination. Had to be deelerium.
"Don't fuckin' touch me. Yer not real!" Cid says in a shaky voice, pitifully pushing back on weak arms and one good leg.
The creature follows after him, slithering up between his legs, his arms either side of his waist.
"I'm very real," he says simply. "Don't I feel real, smell real, taste real...?" He leans in again and kisses Cid delicately, bringing one small hand up to draw down his chest, his belly, resting heavily just above his groin. He groans into the kiss, getting the hint of flavor from Cid's half-hearted helpless longing.
He's trapped. Cid knows it's logically ridiculous. The man above him was tall, maybe, well built.... very well built... but was slim, delicate, all liquid limbs and soft curvy skin. Cid should have easily been able to throw him off, even injured, and get away, because it wasn't like he was backed into a corner...
But that's exactly how it felt. And with a warm, heavy hand resting at his lower belly, putting just enough pressure there that Cid couldn't deny it, and the creature's supple body leaning in against him, breathing against him.... kissing him....
Thought...... hard.....
....Hard......
................Aching.......
Cid groans, more a whimper than anything else, and fists his fingers in the damp soil to stop himself from touching the thing above him.
"....What...who....are you?" he asks against the creature's lips.
"I'm anything you want me to be," he breathes against Cid's bruised mouth, his fingers trickling like rain down to Cid's sex, between his legs, petting him lazily. "Mother, father, sister, brother, friend, enemy, lover, husband, wife, child..." And as he said each, his form, his voice, his touch altered to adapt, taking on the appearance and characteristics of each figure. "All the same in me, I am one who wants you." He resumes his dark shape, and makes the kiss more demanding, his hand now cupping Cid's cock beneath his jeans, squeezing it, working it in his small hand.
Cid feels his head spinning again, the world around them fading until there was nothing but the feeling of falling, falling towards this poisonous creature. His reality shattered as the creature changed, morphed.... Not real.. not real... Couldn't be, couldn't be....
He sobbed, as blood all too easily, eager, rushed to pool in his groin, filling himself out beneath the wicked working hand, making Cid's head even more light-headed. He felt the hot-cold sweat break over over his skin again, and he started to sway where he sat, starting to lose consciousness once more...
"..Not.... r-eal....."
He moans into the kiss, becoming light-headed himself at the taste of Cid's heat, his spicy arousal. "So hungry... soooo hungryyyyyyyyy," he groans into the kiss. His hand moves away from Cid's swelling cock, one-handedly going to undo his belt, then his pants, and finally gets his cool hand on his cock. He pulls on it gently, coaxing it to full hardness, the skin of his dick velvety smooth, soft, and so warm... A tremor ripples through his body at Cid's excitement, weak with hunger.
Cid whimpers as the heat of his throbbing flesh is lovingly engulfed in the creature's cool palm, strong, knowing fingers working it masterfully. His equilibrium fails him, and he falls onto his back, the trees and fireflies spinning wildly above.
Scared of what was happening, still determined to resist, Cid tries to push at the ground, to push away from the lustful, ravenous creature working his erection. His arms and leg feels weak, so weak, and all he accomplishes is a pathetic writhing that hurts his injured leg and barely shimmeys him an inch backwrds.
With nothing else to rely on, Cid resorts to the other thing that still seems to work.
"Stop!" He croaks desperately. "God stop, stop, get off me goddamn ye! Oh fuck, oh fuckin' please god...!"
The creature ignores him completely, moving down his body with kisses and warm touches until his breath puffs warm and moist over the hot head of Cid's cock, a prelude to the hard wet tongue that drags coarsely, trembling, up his sensitive length. His eyes flutter shut at the taste, the smell of him, delicious and filling.
"H-ohhh fuuuu-uuuucckkk....!!!" Cid keens, arching up slowly and sinking back to the ground, his thighs trembling at the intensity of the creature playing with his dick. He's never felt so hard in his life - no matter how erect he already is, Cid still feels as if all the blood in his body was draining into his cock and balls, everything, all of him, going to his groin, leaving the rest of his body empty and cold and drained. His dick was so sensitive he could feel it violently throbbing against the creature's touches, flinching and twitching with every exaggerated caress. His balls felt like they were swelling, growing bigger, tauter, like a balloon, but when Cid peered down the line of his body, they seemed normal - tight and heavy and swollen, but normal.
And yet he felt far from normal. Something wasn't right, and no matter how fantastic this all felt, Cid couldn't get rid of the fear, of the nausea that sat in his belly; and neither could he do a damn thing about it.
"....please..... Fuck, please....." He didn't know what he was begging for anymore.
The being raised dark eyes that smoldered now like blood from a deep wound, and they were not kind eyes, they were evil, in spite of the loving touches and his gentle voice. This thing, this man that was but wasn't, was evil - and predatory.
Finally, cruel and slow, the creature lowered his mouth to Cid's hard throbbing cock and didn't stop, taking him further and further until he was swallowing down on the head, wringing it with hot, soft, wet pressure, like he intended to drink from him this way. And after a fashion, he was; he was literally consuming Cid's arousal, his lust, all the hot, hot feelings of life and love and want and surrender and piteous desperation like a cold man gulps brandy, like a wretch devours the warm flesh of a fowl. Rich, flavorful, warm - potent, restoring. God, he hadn't eaten this well in a very long time... such a long time... and he was so, so hungry, so thirsty, and so tired, and Cid tasted so good... warm, strong, powerful...
Cid gasped and groaned and sobbed, feeling his balls grow even tighter, fuller, ready to burst like the overripe purple fruit of the tree that was now a man that had his mouth sucking down on his cock. Cid's arm flailed and suddenly found the creature's hair, and for a fantastic moment it was like nothing else existed. The hair was so soft, warm, like silk, like down. Cid couldn't get over it, became entranced by it until he'd curled his hand in the creature's hair and helped guide the pretty head to keep deep throating him. And finally, finally, Cid realised that if he was going to die here, like this, then there were worse ways to go. Perhaps he was already dead, had died in the crash, was dying, and this was some illusion to pass the time, or some reward for some good deed he'd done. And so he gave in, stopped fighting, and let the Thing suck his life out through his dick, thrusting weakly up into the hot, sucking mouth and keeping the head there with his hand in the dark hair.
"God-!" he choked out, and came, hard and splendidly down the creature's throat, his balls spasming hard to pump all his seed and more up through his fat cock and into the magical leech.
The creature made a guttural sound that was supposed to be a helpless keen, a sound of desire, an orgasmic sound, as he eagerly drank down the thick gushing warmth of Cid's seed hungrily, thirsty for more, sucking Cid dry urgently, moving his head in a gentle bob, but as if making love to Cid's lap, crooning, lips kissing, head swaying lovingly. The feel of Cid's powerful grip in his hair was overwhelming, erotic, and only enhanced the flavor of the blond's arousal. He wanted that hand, of a sudden, more, he wanted more of that strength, more of that domination, more of that drive and selfish hunger. It was wholly unlike anything he had ever tasted, so good, too rich, like eating too much milk chocolate and unable to stop. It was beginning to make him ill, to make him hurt, but this time, he liked it. It tasted so damned good... God, more, more, he needed more, it had been forever and he was so hungry and Cid tasted so good...
When he could eke no more from Cid's softening cock, he drew back with an elegant gesture, the sight of Cid's massive sex slipping from his swollen lips amazing. He gasped as he came away, his head lolling and falling back, panting and trembling and looking drugged, sightless eyes on the sky, and his own hands on his own body as tiny pangs like small orgasms jerked his frame. Then he slumped, pressing his body along Cid's, one hand wandering the powerful body, his mouth finding Cid's weakly, strengthless from pleasure, even as he whinged and moaned and cooed.
"Taste so good.... oh, tastes so good... want more, need more, fill me up just right, yes, yes yes yes, more, too good, going to make myself sick, want it... want it..."
The orgasm weakened Cid, until by the end his hand slipped from the creature's hair and lay limp on the ground. He gave everything up, and by the end he was drained of more than just his cum.
Cid let the thing kiss him without responding, his vision failing, his consciousness slipping, and he knew he must be dying. Finally he let black oblivion steal him, and passed out.
The creature watched him fade beneath him, panting, eyes lidded.
He wasn't finished with him yet. Not even begun. Drunk as he was, it was still only a taste, a lap from the ocean of delicious sustenance that Cid provided. Oh no. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't going to let him go.
He drew himself up limply, and took Cid's heavy body in his arms like the blond were a broken-winged bird, frail and light and delicate. He stood, cradling Cid's lifeless body against him lovingly, the pilot's golden head nestled at his throat. He nuzzled the dirty blond hair as he moved forward, back across the lake, but didn't cross. Instead, stroking him and cooing to him soothingly, he let them both dropped backwards towards the water, and descend into darkness.