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Patreon Compilation – Fic#169 – Hanzo/Cole/Tentaclemonster – oviposition; tentacle fun; mind break – Otherworldly 2
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Hanzo/Cole/Tentaclemonster – They've been here so long now they take what they can get...
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They are in it for the long haul, apparently. Once the creature has finished stuffing them with eggs for them to hold in their bellies until they had to release them once more, it does not let them go on their merry way as both Cole and Hanzo had secretly been banking on.
Instead, they get lowered deeper and deeper in the grasp of the lightly pulsating tentacle until the writhing mass of the creature starts coming into view in the darkness that had previously enveloped it.
Cole can hear a sharp intake of breath from Hanzo. He almost wants to say something soothing… but he doesn’t really have it in him. He is shellshocked himself, staring at the beast and searching for eyes or a mouth or anything that would show that it is more than just an overgrown amoeba. That there is… intelligence to the madness.
He can’t find anything. They get bedded down on the writhing mass of tentacles and held there until exhaustion takes over and they just have to sleep.
It marks the beginning of a concerning pattern.
They sleep when they are designated to sleep by the monster, they eat when they are designated to be awake for it. They are force fed the creature’s tentacles, stubby appendages that uncaringly push past their gag reflex to pump some kind of nutritious goo right into their bellies until they are bulging with it and drooling from the new kind of overstimulation.
There is no way for them to keep up with the track of time. The cave is deep and doesn’t allow for any sunlight. Their weapons are visible on the ground… so close yet so far. It is a torture all on its own.
Nothing is worse than the cravings that they begin to have, though. Nothing could prepare them for looking forward to the creature moving them back up into the air to get them situated for their mandatory breeding.
Cole can feel himself getting into position even without the help of additional tentacles grabbing him; just him spreading his legs in anticipation of getting filled and fucked and stuffed… and he can see Hanzo starting to capitulate as well.
It looks good on the bitchy asshole. He’s made to spread his legs – not that Cole hadn’t known that before. It’s good to see, though. Really good to know that Shimada can shut his fucking mouth and open his fucking legs so he can take a fat tentacle up the ass that’ll prepare him for an even fatter egg that he’ll have to incubate in his guts…
God, fuck, the feeling is… it’s addicting. Cole can’t even explain why that is. He can just feel his mind doing this delicious tilt-and-slip sideways whenever he is readied for a breeding, taking all the anxiety and worry away to be replaced with the need to just get himself deep stuffed with tentacles and eggs and feel them growing in his guts in real time.
They’re most of the time held that they can watch each other so as they are simultaneously stuffed with the creature’s offspring, Cole can watch Hanzo experience what he can only feel himself going through.
It’s insane to watch his belly grow in what feels like mere minutes or a couple hours, going from his usually toned belly to something more akin to a heavily pregnant chick before he has to struggle to grunt-birth yet another clutch that he’s been filled with.
Hanzo holds on to his shame for far longer than even Cole thought possible. He hates that he has no control over whether or not Cole watches him giving birth which makes all of this only more entertaining for him who just doesn’t give a shit anymore. If he has to focus to bear down on the clutch and push them out one by one, he will just do so without holding back.
Why should he? The situation is difficult enough as is… he doesn’t need to add to it with false shame.
All in all they’re not… treated badly it’s just… fuck… when are the others going to come and finally get them out of here? Or have they designated them a lost cause? Probably because they’re elated to finally be rid of Hanzo’s bitchy ass. Cole is just an innocent casualty in it.
He kind of wants to bitch Hanzo out for it, but he doesn’t have the energy for it past being greedy for his next breeding, just wanting to get his sloppy, open hole fucked and stretched on the stubby tentacles of the creature… filled up by more eggs that he’ll dump into the darkness beneath them to be swallowed up by the writhing mass of tentacles and whisked away to god-knew-where.
What if those eggs actually hatched? What if those creatures crept out of the darkness of the cave to move over the whole world – and all because he and Hanzo couldn’t wait to get their next fix, their next stuffing, their next experience of their bellies bulging so wide that he could feel his muscles strain against the impossible filling…
They must be good little critters because the creature is getting more gentle with them after they start to cooperate. They are handled more carefully, gently manipulated around to show off their sloppy holes to each other; inadvertently giving the other a show as they get filled once more with tentacles that are rounding their rim now, slow and… flirtatious, even.
Cole is losing his mind. He can tell that Hanzo is as well, though he tries desperately hard not to show it for some reason. His high cheek bones are flushed and his lips spread into a whorish, red ‘o’ of pleasure as he gets serviced by the creature and services it in turn.
And then… the creature lets them together. It puts them into close proximity to each other; close enough to touch and try to wrap their arms and legs around the other, just needing that physical touch. That human touch. Not even Hanzo bitches around when Cole drags him in until he can press their foreheads together, panting into each other’s face as they get slow-fucked by a slippery tentacle, their legs nigh useless with how they are getting numb from orgasm after orgasm.
They’re less pets now… and more toys that the creature presses against each other like a toddler that wants to make their dolls kiss. He can hear the sharp intake of air from Hanzo whenever it happens – he must be thinking of the same thing. It doesn’t change the outcome, though; they grab at each other desperately while they get pumped full with clutches of eggs.
Shimada is a damnably pretty asshole. Even more so when he keeps his comments to himself and doesn’t bitch Cole out every five minutes. It makes it difficult not to want to play with him… impossible, even.
So he feels him up. Gets a nice grope of those fat tits in that Hanzo likes to show off like a slut, bouncing during training exercises because he refuses to dress himself like a normal fella and giving Cole a permanent low-key erection because of it. Of course he’s never been allowed to touch. Not that he would have wanted to give him the satisfaction of knowing that Cole has spent a good few nights jerking his ruddy dick and thinking about other ways to make them bounce…
But it definitely feels good to finally be able to play with them while Shimada can do little else other than pant like a dog and curl his legs around Cole’s waist so he can open his cunt up further for the fat tentacle breeding while also getting felt up…-
Cole can’t believe his luck. The whole scenario is straight out of his teenage spank-bank. He can slap Hanzo’s pecs and watch them jiggle, or pinch his chubby nipples until he starts whining like a bitch in heat, fingers digging into Cole’s shoulders and dragging down over his own hairy chest, leaving behind stripes of pain that only egg him on further.
The only thing he doesn’t get to do, it seems, is to fuck Hanzo himself… that honor belongs solely to their host. That’s… okay… it’s difficult to become hung up on it when all he can think about is the next breeding, the next filling, the next stretch before he can push out yet another egg.
He needs it. He needs the feeling of slowly but ver obviously swelling around the quickly developing eggs, of feeling the tentacles writhing inside him as they search out all the spaces where they can put in egg after egg and make sure that they are nice and tucked away for the few minutes… or hours? That it takes them to grow…
Hanzo starts to put his forehead against Cole’s shoulder, out of it and groaning. He’s just holding on for the ride at this point. They both are. Their world has shrunk drastically down to their new life.
