Andrea, who had been rubbing his cock against his hands, chest, neck, and cheeks, would only ejaculate on Icanoth’s face or in his mouth when cumming. He inscribed white, distinct fluid on eyelids as red as his pupil color. To make it flow into his mouth, Icanoth opened his mouth wide and smiled broadly. When it occasionally poured onto his tongue, he struggled but swallowed it with difficulty. After repeating the same action several times, even his sense of taste had dulled.
And then he thought it was finally over. He thought it was finally over, but.
‘Are you thinking of falling asleep just here?’
The whispering voice pieced together the fragments of reason Icanoth had tried to scatter… it murmured in a gentle voice. Get up. Don’t close your eyes. There are still other things left… Even as he tried to lose consciousness, with his voice, as if being pulled up from the deep sea, he opened his eyes.
The opening and closing of his eyelids felt like his face being submerged under water and then surfacing. The third time their eyes met, Andrea stroked his face, sticky with semen, and pressed his lips to his forehead.
‘Don’t lose consciousness yet. It’s too early, Icanoth.’
It was a contradiction. That the person destroying him was trying to restore what he himself had broken.
‘Because I need to be able to destroy you even more completely.’
He answered the question in his heart. Andrea was seeing through his innermost thoughts completely. Icanoth, blankly staring at the blue eyes, turned his head.
‘What… are you saying?’
‘Well. What indeed.’
As his consciousness became clearer, he noticed something approaching from afar. Wriggling, approaching with unpleasant movements, the object became closer to his body as it stuck to and detached from the floor.
But he no longer had the strength to avoid it with his eyes open. He was exhausted to the point where it wouldn’t be strange if he stopped breathing right now. Therefore, even when it wrapped around his ankles and wrists, Icanoth couldn’t move a finger.
‘Ah—’
At first, he thought it was a snake. After facing it directly, he came to think it would have been better if it had been a snake with venom.
‘No…!’
‘It will feel good soon.’
The other Andreas disappeared somewhere, and only one remained, sitting above his head and looking down at him. Goosebumps rose at the eyes that silently observed, saying they would watch how far he would crumble. But Icanoth had no luxury to remain terrified for long.
‘Huah, ak!’
His stretched-out legs spread to the sides. As his private parts were fully exposed, dozens of black tentacles all at once adhered to his thighs and knees. The situation with his arms was no different. Tentacles woven between his fingers pulled his arms from both sides. Above his slightly raised chest, black tentacles were secreting mucus and moving around. It looked like semen. The sticky liquid created countless white threads each time it stuck to and fell from his body.
‘Aah, uu… hng, let, ah, uungh…!’
The areolas and nipples that had been touched by Andrea and sucked countless times were swollen. A tentacle that had been persistently circling around that area wrapped around his chest in a circle. The reddened nipples protruded sharply, and a tentacle with a split end opened wide in front of them.
‘…!’
A space with numerous protrusions was revealed. Whether it was drooling at the trembling flesh in front of it, it continuously released transparent fluid and then attached firmly.
‘Uu. Ugh. Hauungh, hng, huu. Ah!’
He thought his nipple was being completely pulled out. It adhered like a suction cup and then rubbed the entire surface with the cross-section filled with protrusions while secreting fluid. Forgetting even the pain, Icanoth emitted cries of pleasure. Buddeuk, buddeuk, as the protrusions made sounds passing over his skin, his head grew dizzy.
‘Auungh… uu, huu, keup, hng… huk—’
Only after his screams became closer to cries of pleasure did the tentacles directly explore his hole. Through the gap spread open without even being able to hide, beyond the secretions from the tentacles, Andrea’s semen was dried and stuck white. The tentacles trying to newly invade places that had already been violated moved busily. They licked fluidly, pretended to imitate hands by firmly gripping his cock and then releasing it.
‘Hih… uuu, ungh, hup.’
However, such things were at least within the realm of bearable things. Icanoth, who couldn’t confirm what was happening to his body because Andrea held his cheek, tried to overcome the slimy sensation until he was penetrated simultaneously in both holes, only then opening his eyes wide. His mouth was open, but he couldn’t scream freely. Not just his holes, but even from the tip of his erect cock, a tentacle was entering. It turned round and round, widening the narrow gap.
‘Keuhu, ngh, keup… hungh!’
Thinking it could enter now, the tentacle that was precariously placed at the cock burrowed in and violated the urethra. It was truly a bizarre sensation. It hurt, felt like all the nerve bundles were being pulled out, and also felt like he might ejaculate. At the same time, an intense urge to urinate surged, making his thighs tense up.
‘Hu… hiek, hic, uuuungh—’
He couldn’t close his legs even an inch. The tentacles swept over his trembling skin. Unlike humans, they could do several things simultaneously, so the pleasure Icanoth felt never stopped.
‘Aaah, ahh, hup, uung…! Hic, uuu, haa, ahh. Hauk!’
His chest was still being sucked, and various parts of his body were being caressed. The soft flesh of his fingers and toes, soles of his feet, earlobes, backs of his knees, sunken abdomen, perineum, collarbones—there was no place left untouched. Multiple tentacles had long settled in the hole that had been penetrated once before. Since it was a hole that had taken two, more could enter without difficulty. The tentacles traced the tightly spread wrinkles, trying to find another opening.
‘Hii, auah, aak, ah, heukeu, ungh, uuugh…!’
It was when a tentacle pushed its head through the forcibly spread hole. The one buried in his urethra went deep inside and then immediately withdrew. It was a shock that made the world seem to flip upside down. The pure white sky poured down on him and struck below. He couldn’t tell if he was wetting himself or ejaculating. His body wasn’t his own. The tentacles used it to extract semen and pleasure at will, and even when it seemed to end, it wasn’t over.
‘Ah… haa, sto… ah, no… sto. Hic.’
The tentacles that had retreated momentarily were wrapping around his body again.
To commit the same act as before, they tried to bind the target more firmly than before.
‘Huuk. Uuu…’
While gagging and gasping for breath, Icanoth tried to escape, but Andrea was blocking the way behind him.
‘Hu. Huu. Ungh.’
‘Is there anything I can help you with, Icanoth?’
Even knowing who he is, seeing the compassion directed at him, one unconsciously depends on him. Above all, he was the only person left in this space. He grabbed his ankle and clung to it. Andrea then lifted Icanoth, who was desperately pleading at his feet, and matched their gazes.
‘Don’, wa, this, again, again, don’t like it. Ah, ahuuugh… hic… don’, like.’
‘Wouldn’t it be okay to stay here together?’
He only did so until just before throwing the person he was holding directly into the mass of tentacles. In front of Icanoth, who was being sucked in like into a swamp, Andrea was still looking at him with eyes full of compassion.
‘I don’t think there’s much difference from the outside anyway.’
* * *
…There’s a time when you don’t realize you’ve awakened even after waking from a dream.
It had been happening frequently lately. His consciousness, uncertain whether he was in reality or had one foot still in the dream, wandered around before finally settling in reality. But he didn’t feel refreshed. Icanoth, looking up at the white ceiling, cleared his throat, breathed shortly, and then moaned.
“Hu—”
His head felt like it was going to split. His skull ached dully as if he had had a long, terrible dream, and his jaw was extremely stiff from how much he had clenched his teeth. What was especially strange was that despite not having broken into a cold sweat and actually feeling cold, his skin felt sticky.
“…”
What was it? Though it seemed like he had had a long dream, he couldn’t remember what it was about. The fragments that remained vaguely in his memory suggested it was an unpleasant dream, terribly so, but the more he tried to recall it, the more even those remaining memories seemed to fade.
But perhaps it was fortunate. Maybe it’s better not to remember everything. Icanoth, who unconsciously bit his moaning lips, raised his body. His gaze went to his knees covered by the blanket, and then to his chest.
His clothes were just as they had been before he lost consciousness. Seeing that the stains had spread, darker and larger than before, was disgusting. Yet since he couldn’t immediately throw off his clothes, his hands gripping the fabric were pitiful.
Why did this happen… Even if he were pregnant, he knew breast milk wouldn’t come out this quickly. Icanoth, looking down at his flat, even dry abdomen, unconsciously clenched his arms tightly, trying to suppress the goosebumps rising.
“Ha.”
The events before losing consciousness came back one by one. As his emotions began to stir, his chest felt tight. Feeling both heavy and painful, he clenched his fists and pounded. After repeating the same action countless times, at some point white shackles were placed on his wrists. It was Andrea’s hands grabbing his wrists. His hands, caught in those large ones, looked disgustingly bony.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
