windandwater | ... well, I guess it's to be expected

I've been wondering why it's been so quiet on LJ lately, but then I realized that it's pretty much because of the trifecta of Potterdammerung, Otakon, and the latest LJ Wankpocalypse.

How sad, that the pr0n should suffer in this terrible time. Won't anyone think of the innocent pr0n?

Yes, I'm having a hard time finding fics to read. But that should be a good thing since I can focus on studying since this week's been boring.

Current Mood: bored

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

wickedgameff.livejournal.com

It stretched him, firm but giving at the same time. It pushed inside, soft and slick. Heero wanted to scream, but found no noise would come, especially when a thick tentacle pushed its way inside his mouth, blocking his voice. Tears leaked from his eyes as his ass burned with the stretching, his pants ripping where a tentacle had found its way to his dick.

He didn't like the way he was responding now, his cock coming to attention in the embrace of the tentacle as it moved up and down, around and around. The tentacle in his ass was moving in and out now, the suction cups along it gently scraping the walls of his ass. He could feel it wiggling inside of him, felt it prodding and going deeper than Duo ever had. Heero felt full, and strangely, he felt less and less violated as time went on.

He grunted around the brackish tentacle in his mouth as he came, stimulated beyond the brink. He heard and felt the tentacle suck up his semen, it felt like the world's largest, softest tongue on his skin.

Slowly but surely the tentacles slipped away: the one on his cock dissapeared, as did the one in his mouth. Heero was spitting by the time the one in his ass slipped away, almost reluctant in its slowness. His limbs were released one by one, and then Heero was struggling toward the shore.

He looked out over the bog, puzzled at how uninviting the green, murky water seemed, with its patches of algae and muck. Not even two minutes ago he had been violated there.

He didn't think he could ever forget it. And he didn't know how he would ever explain it.

He guessed it was just another secret he would always have to keep to himself.