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When she comes to, her thoughts are still shrouded, still heavy as if someone had thrown a blanket so thoroughly soaked with heat over the landscape of her mind.
Yet even so, she tastes him on her tongue and feels his gentle flame wrapped all around her, and her body moves of its own accord, twisting and slinking like that of a creeping feline as she follows the soft voice that assures her the pair of them will be just fine. Safe as safe can be.
“Djeeta…” comes the huskiness of that familiar voice, but there’s something strained, something worn about it, and she realizes that Percy is kissing her as his delicate scent fills her nose and fills her mind with warm and fuzzy colors that push away the questions that hover just outside the walls of her subconscious.
When she can finally see again, it’s the scarlet of Percy’s eyes and hair that greet her, but his skin is flushed with an even softer color as his lips close and part, and close again, aching for something that only she can give him. But... he's too close, isn’t he...?
She slowly looks down at the behest of that silent and gentle voice, and the sight of his gravid belly pressed against her slender own pulls a yelp of surprise from her lungs, but it dies just as quickly as it forms as a strange sense of happiness washes over her.
It’s alright, someone tells her, and she leans into the comfort they offer as her arms gingerly wrap themselves around Percy’s neck, bringing him close as her lips find his own once more. This is meant to be.
Percy keens softly against her, and she pulls away, tilting her head in a question as she cups his face. He meets her gaze with his own, the embers of desire burning lowly within his scarlet depths while his skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. Oh, she thinks to herself, he’s beautiful like this, isn’t he?
“Djee… ta…” he pleads again, and she finds herself smiling, fingers traveling lower as they trace the slope of his stomach. Something responds to her touch, and Percy moans as his belly lurches. A strange and alien joy blooms within her chest as he’s left panting from her feather-light touches alone. Again, the voice pushes away her uncertainty.
“What is it, Percy?” she asks him, fingers slowing to a stop just before the twitching length of his cock. “What’s wrong?”
Sweat beads on his forehead as he knits his eyes shut, mouth hanging open as he struggles to gather just enough of himself to beg, “T-touch me—”
She smirks. “Oh? But I am touching you—”
“More!” he snaps before gritting his teeth together, beads of precum gathering at the glowing tip of his neglected cock.
“Mmm, my liege is so bossy tonight, isn’t he?” she laughs, and as Djeeta takes his throbbing length into her hands, she realizes that it’s not her who’s speaking, but strangely enough, she’s okay with it as she focuses on pumping his heat and unraveling the knots of tension within his body. It’s easier like this.
Percy slumps in the arms of her many assistants that keep him posed and comfortable, and she works her hand up and down his swollen length, coaxing softer moans from his lips. His voice was always so nice to listen to, she thinks. She wants to hear more of it, she thinks.
The tentacles left unattended respond to her desire, slithering closer while the bulk of them wrap themselves around his legs as if to bear him in offering. She finds herself staring then, her hungry eyes fixated on his twitching hole as Percy watches her with baited breath.
She too finds this part of him beautiful, but another kind of uncertainty bleeds into her thoughts, one that the voice is unable to brush away with a few thrums of cloying intent.
“Djeeta—” his voice is a low whine, but he seems to be scolding her for dilly-dallying more than anything else. “I-I…” he swallows thickly. “I need you inside—”
She almost laughs again when he burns an even deeper red, as if he wasn’t tied up and positively gravid with a monster’s offspring already. She wants to be inside of him too, she thinks, but the uncertainty returns and—
And something else responds to her desire. Something inside of her.
Djeeta gasps as her body is wracked by sudden fever, arms flying to wrap around her middle as the intensity of her writhing insides washes over her in waves. Something thick and solid pushes against her walls and she squeaks in surprise as her thoughts scramble fruitlessly to calm the violent churning, the mounting pressure from within only pushing ever closer towards freedom.
Her eyes widen, jaw losing its strength when she climaxes as the head of a large tentacle thrusts its way out from between her cunt. A thick and milky white fluid dribbles down her trembling legs as she brings her shaking hands to her face, her breaths leaving her in shallow gasps as the tentacle swells and takes shape before her very eyes.
S-since when—? Is the only question that escapes that cloying voice. The tentacle throbs, and Djeeta feels its heat travel up the entire length of her body as its intent seeps into each and every one of her nerves, hunger and ecstasy intertwining with each other as tightly as the tentacle with her own flesh and blood.
Her expression cracks into another smile as her fingers draw lines down the side of her face. She laughs again, its sound breaking free of any traces of shame and hesitation that might’ve lingered from before as she draws closer. With their union complete, the tendrils obey her as naturally as leaves swaying in the wind when they slither to make room, a pair of smaller ones placing themselves on either side of Percy’s awaiting entrance.
Percy himself looks like he’s on the brink of collapse when Djeeta finally places herself between his legs, his chest rising and falling with desperate breaths as he whimpers something along the lines for her to hurry up, that he can't take it anymore. She grins.
“This… This is how you wanted me to fuck you, right?” she coos, eyes aglow with mirth as she leans her weight forward. Percy responds with a gasp of his own as the head of her cock presses to his hole and a shuddering laugh leaves her lungs. “You wanted me to be the last one to cum inside, didn’t you?”
She doesn’t wait for his response when his bred and broken body serves her well enough, and she pushes herself in while Percival’s heat wraps around her in ways she’s never experienced before. Stars bloom across the stretch of her thoughts, and she loses herself to the fire that embraces her and pulls her in deeper yet.
As moans messily spill from Percy’s mouth, punctuated by her thrusts as she rolls against him in the most loving of rhythms, the voice inside of her smiles.