The Eye of the Beholder [version 2] 1/2emerald_embersNovember 9 2009, 00:24:16 UTC
I had to do a second version because I've read too many kinkmeme's recently. THIS VERSION IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK, YOUR MOM, AND POSSIBLY FOR LIFE.
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Castiel had been hesitant at first, to put it mildly; had insisted on attempting to cuddle Sam with the tentacles first, which kind of defeated the point of tearing his clothes off and fucking him senseless, but after giving in to the strangest embrace of his life, Sam figured it was pretty understandable that this reality - tentacle-angels and all - didn't match up exactly with hentai.
But after the initial hug, Castiel seemed keen to get the idea; wrapped several tentacles around Sam's arms and legs before lifting him up, and then holding Sam out in front of him so he could look. "If I tear your clothes off, you will need to buy new ones," Castiel said.
"Yeah, but how many times am I gonna get this chance?" Sam asked. "Just go for it."
Castiel nodded, before Sam felt the first slither of a tentacle up under his shirt and vest, ticklish across his abdomen before meeting up with one closer to his neck, linking with it, and pulling up hard.
"Hm," Castiel said, sounding thoughtful, sliding another tentacle up under Sam's shirt to join its two brothers and pulling up again.
That went better; Sam could feel the cloth tightening around his back and then feel the cool against his skin as the ripping sounded loud in his ear, the vest and shirt shredding up the middle.
He frowned a little when he felt Castiel's tentacles pushing at the buckle on his jeans, had to ask, "Okay, why no more ripping?"
Castiel looked a little shamefaced, replied, "I like these on you," and Sam grinned despite himself.
"Give me one of my arms back, I'll help out."
Ten seconds later and Sam's belt was off, his jeans tossed casually aside, and he was back to being bound and consensually molested by tentacles that seemed to be a bit more into exploring than molesting for now, but he figured at least Castiel had gone to the effort of gagging him with a tentacle. Didn't taste or feel half bad either, mixture of soft and firm on his tongue, salty and dry and -
Oh, crap, dry, which didn't bode well for the ones taking a more interested look at his thighs.
"Cfff -" Sam mumbled around a mouthful of tentacle, trying again after Castiel removed it to let him speak. "Cas, we're gonna need lube," he announced with a slightly defeated sigh, figuring they'd have to leave this for later.
He hadn't really counted on Castiel smiling, pulling back the pillows on Dean's bed, and revealing a familiar tube hidden there.
Son of a bitch. Dean had stolen it out of Sam's backpack after all.
"I love you," Sam announced before Castiel slid one of the lube-free tentacles back into his mouth, and sliding one of the others down the crease of Sam's ass. Lubing up tentacles was messy and they'd left a slick mess on Dean's pillows, but Sam figured that was punishment enough for stealing it in the first place.
The first tentacle pushed in surprisingly easily, Sam feeling strangely relaxed amidst the support of Castiel's tentacles, and given he was effectively cradled in Castiel's 'arms' while looking up at the angel's face, it was kind of more like using some really, really awesome toys than actually getting fucked.
Well, to start off at least.
When the second tentacle slid in Sam threw back his head with a groan, still muffled by the one in his mouth, but the second one also heralded Castiel starting to actually move them, and - oh, fuck, oh fuck, that was intense, and it was probably one hell of a good thing that Castiel didn't have any of the tentacles on his dick yet because otherwise this wouldn't last more than a couple of seconds.
- - -
Castiel had been hesitant at first, to put it mildly; had insisted on attempting to cuddle Sam with the tentacles first, which kind of defeated the point of tearing his clothes off and fucking him senseless, but after giving in to the strangest embrace of his life, Sam figured it was pretty understandable that this reality - tentacle-angels and all - didn't match up exactly with hentai.
But after the initial hug, Castiel seemed keen to get the idea; wrapped several tentacles around Sam's arms and legs before lifting him up, and then holding Sam out in front of him so he could look. "If I tear your clothes off, you will need to buy new ones," Castiel said.
"Yeah, but how many times am I gonna get this chance?" Sam asked. "Just go for it."
Castiel nodded, before Sam felt the first slither of a tentacle up under his shirt and vest, ticklish across his abdomen before meeting up with one closer to his neck, linking with it, and pulling up hard.
"Hm," Castiel said, sounding thoughtful, sliding another tentacle up under Sam's shirt to join its two brothers and pulling up again.
That went better; Sam could feel the cloth tightening around his back and then feel the cool against his skin as the ripping sounded loud in his ear, the vest and shirt shredding up the middle.
He frowned a little when he felt Castiel's tentacles pushing at the buckle on his jeans, had to ask, "Okay, why no more ripping?"
Castiel looked a little shamefaced, replied, "I like these on you," and Sam grinned despite himself.
"Give me one of my arms back, I'll help out."
Ten seconds later and Sam's belt was off, his jeans tossed casually aside, and he was back to being bound and consensually molested by tentacles that seemed to be a bit more into exploring than molesting for now, but he figured at least Castiel had gone to the effort of gagging him with a tentacle. Didn't taste or feel half bad either, mixture of soft and firm on his tongue, salty and dry and -
Oh, crap, dry, which didn't bode well for the ones taking a more interested look at his thighs.
"Cfff -" Sam mumbled around a mouthful of tentacle, trying again after Castiel removed it to let him speak. "Cas, we're gonna need lube," he announced with a slightly defeated sigh, figuring they'd have to leave this for later.
He hadn't really counted on Castiel smiling, pulling back the pillows on Dean's bed, and revealing a familiar tube hidden there.
Son of a bitch. Dean had stolen it out of Sam's backpack after all.
"I love you," Sam announced before Castiel slid one of the lube-free tentacles back into his mouth, and sliding one of the others down the crease of Sam's ass. Lubing up tentacles was messy and they'd left a slick mess on Dean's pillows, but Sam figured that was punishment enough for stealing it in the first place.
The first tentacle pushed in surprisingly easily, Sam feeling strangely relaxed amidst the support of Castiel's tentacles, and given he was effectively cradled in Castiel's 'arms' while looking up at the angel's face, it was kind of more like using some really, really awesome toys than actually getting fucked.
Well, to start off at least.
When the second tentacle slid in Sam threw back his head with a groan, still muffled by the one in his mouth, but the second one also heralded Castiel starting to actually move them, and - oh, fuck, oh fuck, that was intense, and it was probably one hell of a good thing that Castiel didn't have any of the tentacles on his dick yet because otherwise this wouldn't last more than a couple of seconds.
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