Prompt Post 2
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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
fine. here are some tentacles.
Chapter 13*
In which the Rev. St. John experiences a Mortification of the Flesh without ever removing his Trousers
*not the actual chapter 13
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St. John leaned back against the sandalwood tree, looking out over the placid surface of the lake. Such a tranquil scene; it soothed the mind just to gaze at it. Water lapped at the toes of his boots and leaves rustled overhead, trembling with each passing breeze. He felt himself drifting off as sleep overtook his weary body.
He woke with a start as a cold, wet band tightened around his waist, nearly choking off his mortal breath. His hands reached to grasp whatever was constricting him, only to find themselves also surrounded by wet and slime. St. John's eyes strove to take in the horror before them: long, grey tentacles, like writhing eels, snaking out of the lake and around his upright body, encircling his chest and limbs and pinning him to the tree. He struggled in vain against his bonds; rubbery but firm, they yielded no movement.
He stood transfixed, mouth open in horror, as two fat pink tentacles sporting wide, reddened suckers slid out of the waves. They crept towards his boots and parted, one wrapping around each ankle, sliding under the cuffs of his trousers and up towards his knees, leaving a trail of wet but strangely warm slickness behind. As they traveled up his thighs he shook with fear, the only movement left to him. One tentacle wrapped itself around his essence, red suckers latching onto that most sensitive member, while the other wormed in between his buttocks.
I am to be torn apart and devoured by this monster. God save me.
The second tentacle thrust and probed its way into his arse, filling him with a most curious sensation; all the while, the first tentacle continued tugging on his essence. St. John struggled against his bonds, fighting the white heat that pooled in his belly until he could fight no more. Tentacles swelled, thrust and sucked. He cried out, shame mingled with a strange pleasure, as a wave of blackness passed before his eyes. When he awoke he found himself lying in a heap on the ground, waves lapping calmly at the shore. The tentacles had vanished.
St. John staggered back to the campsite, limbs trembling. His arse ached and he could not erase the sensation of suckers tugging gently at his cock.
Cpt. Aquilaine glanced up from the fire he was nursing into life. “Are you well, friend?”
“Yes, quite. I am still waking from a brief nap, that is all.” His cheeks were red.
“I failed to mention earlier-the natives tell strange tales about the lake. Best explore it as a group, I hear.”
St. John gave him a cold stare; sarcasm lent his words a harsh edge. “I thank you for that most valuable information. You are, as ever, both timely and thoughtful. Surely, where would I be without a friend such as yourself?”
Cpt. Aquilaine frowned at him, puzzled, and turned back to the fire.
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ANON I LOVE YOU.
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER READ.
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ALL MY LOVE. IT GOES OUT TO YOU.
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ALSO LOLOLOL THIS CHAPTER <3
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It's not really a fill for anything, other than a not-terribly-serious request/challenge by poziomeczka, and it's barely related to the Eagle... maybe just leave it untagged and let people find it or not. Like an easter egg! (with tentacles.)
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as freakin' usual!! blame everything on me why don't ya!
XDD
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