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Doyoung was thrown forcefully to the ground.
He landed face down, unable to catch his fall with his hands tied behind his back. His legs jolted as his knees hit the floor with a sickening pop, and as his chin collided with the hard stone, something in his mouth cracked.
Doyoung spat blood from his mouth and struggled to pull his knees up to his chest beneath him. A firm kick to his back sent him flat against the ground again, knocking the wind out of him in the form of a pained grunt. The footsteps of the guards receded once Doyoung had stopped moving, and when they seemed to have exited the room, he rolled over onto his back.
His wrists were still tightly bound behind him, and a blindfold pressed on his eyes to the point where swirling patterns blossomed behind his eyelids in the dark. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath.
He must be in prison.
It seemed strange how silent it was, wherever he was. He hadn’t heard anyone else in the room apart from the guards, whose voices had disappeared somewhere beyond the walls. If his sense of direction was intact, he was already within the palace, so it was also odd that he'd been left with his blindfold on.
What wasn’t he supposed to see?
A tooth fragment found its way onto his tongue. He turned his head to the side to spit it out, trying not to gag on his own saliva and blood. The ground itself was a bit slick with water, he noticed, even though he seemed to be inside.
Doyoung could faintly hear something dripping onto the floor, but it hadn’t rained in months.
He froze, listening as the sound became more persistent. Something quietly moved across the floor in time with the droplets. He held his breath and tried to make out where the noise was coming from. It seemed to be getting closer, approaching from the opposite direction of where he had entered the building.
A sick feeling bloomed in his stomach. He couldn’t see anything, and with his arms pinned beneath him, he could barely move. The dripping multiplied into an uneven trickle and materialized into soft footsteps which shuffled across the floor towards him. Doyoung opened his mouth to speak, but his lips just parted soundlessly as fear overtook him. A droplet of cold water fell onto his cheek, making his face twitch. It was followed by another and another in quick succession. He was starting to panic.
The trickle stopped as someone crouched down beside him. He fought to stay still, but something continued to drip onto his clothes, soaking through his undergarments and seeping into his skin.
The person tutted and leaned closer to Doyoung.
Clammy arms snaked beneath his shoulders and legs. He tried to writhe away from the contact, but he was soon lifted off of the ground and held unyieldingly against someone’s chest even as he tried to wiggle free. His weight was shifted between the person’s arms as he was carried across the room. He could hear quiet pants spilling into the air with the struggle of holding Doyoung up. The other’s clothes were bleeding through his own, soaking them with tepid water where they pressed together.
Doyoung didn’t speak; no words really came to mind. Something inside him had gone numb, and though he continued to fight for escape, his heart wasn’t in it. Not at all. Even when he was set down again, he didn’t bother trying to get away. He couldn’t see, and with his hands bound, he couldn’t fight his way out of the situation.
The arms around his shoulders lifted him up into a sitting position. He quickly realized that he had been deposited in a shallow puddle of water, and that a thin layer continued to flood around his ankles. Quiet splashes circled around him until he felt fingers picking at the knot binding his wrists together. Maybe it was another prisoner, he thought. In any case, the person didn’t seem to be a threat to him. Yet.
Doyoung quickly slid the loosened cords off before bringing his arms in front of him, sighing at the reprieve of the pressure on his cramping shoulders. He reached up to lower his blindfold, but unfamiliar hands caught his own and pulled them away. He wasn’t sure why he complied, but he hesitantly dropped his hands into his lap.
The splashes rounded his side and stopped in front of his crossed legs. Doyoung heard a soft sigh as the other sat down across from him. The urge to rip his blindfold off was overwhelming, but something stopped him from doing so. Who was in the room with him? Doyoung wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Everything was quiet. The other’s breaths had gone silent, and even the dripping had stopped again once the two settled onto the floor. It seemed as though the air was stuck in place, leaving Doyoung with no sensory input apart from the wetness of his clothes. It was too quiet for him to breathe.
His back straightened as he felt the presence draw closer to him again. A moment of charged hesitation filled the stillness before fingertips swept across Doyoung’s forehead, sliding along his blindfold where it lay across his eyebrows. Fingernails hooked beneath the edge of the cloth and shifted it around his head until the pressure on his eyes subsided.
His face flickered with confusion. Brutality, he had expected. He’d broken the law, and it made sense that he should be punished. This, though, this gentle sympathy, was eerie. In the context of the night, it was unnerving to be touched.
The blindfold was lowered onto Doyoung’s cheeks.
Even in the low moonlight, he could clearly see the face of the person in front of him.
He'd never seen the emperor's son up close before.
The prince’s hair was white, although he didn’t look to be any older than Doyoung was. His pale skin was free of wrinkles or age lines, but the color of his locs rivaled those of even the most shriveled village elders. In fact, his visage was flawless, apart from a small red slit that crossed the corner of his mouth where it had cracked. His tongue darted out to gather the smear of blood that had gathered on his plush bottom lip.
Doyoung was beyond confused as to why Kim Jungwoo was sitting right in front of him, his knees mere inches from his own. He broke his eyes away to take in his surroundings. The two were sitting at the center of a large dais. It was little more than a huge stone square, smooth and dark with water that seemed to flow in all directions from Jungwoo himself.
The prince wore an elaborate set of layered silk robes, shot through with rivulets of gold embroidery and secured by a wide sash around his waist. The cloth cascaded from his shoulders into a pool of glossy black around his legs, covering the entirety of his body apart from his face, neck, and hands.
Doyoung watched as he nimbly untied the sash behind his back, pulling it away and discarding it into the water. Jungwoo then ran his fingers along the hems of his robes where they crossed in front of his chest, sliding his hands beneath the fabric and beginning to slowly push it off of his shoulders.
Doyoung looked around nervously. This seemed like exactly what he wasn't meant to see, and as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he wished he still had the blindfold on.
The stiff silk fell away from Jungwoo's collarbones and slid down his arms as he freed them from the wide sleeves. Doyoung gasped and pushed himself away from Jungwoo as the prince disinterestedly pulled the innermost layer of clothing away from his waist. The robes collapsed into a heavy pile on the wet stone, and Jungwoo pushed them away from his body.
Doyoung thought at first that Jungwoo was still wearing something. Thick black ribbons wrapped around his body, covering up his most sensitive areas as they crossed over his legs. Something about the ropelike tendrils felt wrong , though, and it only took Doyoung a moment to realize what he was looking at.
They coiled around his body like snakes.
Heavy tentacles.
They were covered in a dusting of matte scales that melded together into a smooth black skin, interrupted only by a lattice of burnished gold that rippled just beneath the surface.
They moved independently of their host, sliding away from his body in detailed patterns even as he stayed still. They undulated slowly in the film of water that rushed across the stone, delighting in their nakedness and blindly seeking out Doyoung’s presence.
He too delighted a little in Jungwoo’s nakedness, if he were being honest.
He was beautiful.
The prince’s clothes were a poor mimicry of everything that lay beneath. The rich black silk couldn’t come close to the inky dusk of his tentacles, and the fine gold thread woven through its fibers seemed gaudy in comparison to the shining underlay of his scales. Where his robes had fallen over his body in clumsy waves, his tentacles draped across his lap in pretty contrast with his skin.
All Doyoung could do was stare. Jungwoo was completely impossible. He looked so human, and yet the way the appendages fit so seamlessly against his body was anything but. They curved around his sides in such a natural way that he couldn’t imagine Jungwoo without them, though he had yet to see where they attached to his human figure. Doyoung shuddered to think about how such a body could come to be.
It was with apprehension that he watched the first tentacle brush against his leg. He couldn’t feel it at first, and the ease with which it slid along his skin took him by surprise. The tendril crept up beneath his wet clothing, pushing it out of the way to wrap itself comfortably around Doyoung’s bare thigh.
Another snaked behind the small of his back and around his waist to hold him in place as the first began to constrict his leg. They eased him onto another tentacle which slid beneath his thighs to carry him closer to Jungwoo, dragging him onto the other’s lap. At least, he assumed it was his lap; the tendrils twisting around Jungwoo’s body obstructed Doyoung’s view of whatever was going on down there, so it was difficult to tell what exactly he was sitting on . A couple more tentacles wrapped around Doyoung’s back, gradually caging him in as the bonds around his thighs pulled his legs apart.
He had so easily been trapped.
Before he knew it, Doyoung was completely incapable of moving on his own. His limbs were forced around Jungwoo’s body, and the tentacles around his back had wrapped around to their source to encircle the two.
He was surprised to feel the touch of hands on his skin. Gentle, warm, human hands.
They slowly massaged his inner thighs, easing his legs further apart and flooding his body with undue calm. The mass of thick tentacles imprisoning his body were forgotten as his hips came into contact with the other’s.
Jungwoo was, as it so happened, very human.
Doyoung shuddered as the other’s cock slid between his thighs. In contrast to the writhing tentacles against his skin, it was burning hot. He heard Jungwoo moan softly, grunting as he held Doyoung even more tightly to himself.
He was bound too irreversibly to Jungwoo to resist as a tentacle snaked between his legs. Its narrow tip threaded through the gap between his body and Jungwoo’s, forcing itself past Doyoung’s perineum and sliding between his cheeks. It was cold and smooth against his skin, a little damp but surprisingly not at all slimy. He struggled to close his legs as he felt the tendril flick at his asshole. Maybe being thrown against the floor had given him some sort of brain damage, because it hadn’t set in until that moment what was about to happen, but he was more than lucid enough to know that this was not normal, and not a fitting punishment for his trespass.
Jungwoo bit his lip and kneaded bruises into Doyoung’s thighs as the tip of his tentacle breached his rim. Doyoung tensed up completely, squeezing his muscles as tightly as possible in an attempt to prevent the entry.
Jungwoo was stronger, though. At least, his tentacles were. The tendril forced its way past Doyoung’s entrance and wiggled unpleasantly inside of him. It was still only about an inch in and no girthier than one finger, but as Doyoung’s eyes followed it upwards, he saw that its length gradually widened past the point where it would easily fit into his asshole. Ease didn’t seem to have any bearing on Jungwoo, though. Or maybe it was easy for him. For Doyoung, it was very, very difficult. He gasped in pain as the muscular appendage pressed further inside of him, stretching him slowly as it crawled deeper. He was already struggling, although the diameter of his stretch was still only a couple of inches.
He clawed at Jungwoo’s back, scratching across his shoulders as roughly as he could. He raked his nails down the other’s skin and froze as he came into contact with something unfamiliar. The side of his hand bumped against something protruding from Jungwoo’s back.
It was the base of a tentacle. It pressed flush against Jungwoo’s skin, and it flexed as Doyoung touched it. The tendril in his ass paused, retracting slightly as his hand slid along the other appendage. At its widest, the tentacle was much too thick for his fingers to wrap around completely. He continued to explore Jungwoo’s back in disgusted curiosity. It was hugely unpleasant how the protrusion moved beneath his hand, pulsing slightly and twisting in his grip. The particular tentacle he followed led out past Jungwoo’s left side, clinging to his back like a leech. Doyoung slid his hand back towards the spot beneath Jungwoo’s shoulder blades in search of the tentacle’s origin.
He found it. The tendrils all protruded from Jungwoo’s back in a tight circle, splaying out across his body like pulsing flower petals. Doyoung forced his hand between two of them to the source. Running his fingers across the raised crown, he counted eight distinct bumps which each extended in different directions behind Jungwoo. They converged on a narrow cavity. Doyoung screwed up his face as he dug his index finger into the tight center of the flower, hoping to injure Jungwoo enough that he would reflexively loosen his hold.
Each of the tentacles cringed inwards, forcing his prying hand away. The one inside him quickly pushed itself back to its previous depth and further yet. It tugged at his rim as it curled around his ass to press deeper into his hole. Doyoung tried to pull himself away from the intrusion, but this only forced him closer to Jungwoo’s chest.
Four of Jungwoo’s unoccupied tentacles began to snake beneath Doyoung’s clothes and started to slowly pull them apart. He shivered as they pressed against his bare skin, gradually exposing him to the damp chill of the room. He flinched as he heard a seam rip, whining in protest and squirming in Jungwoo’s tight restraint. The tentacles continued to tear the material apart wherever necessary in their attempt to strip Doyoung as quickly as possible, and he let out a shaky sigh as he felt the last of his clothes pulled away from his body. He was fully exposed, and yet the thick appendages hugging his waist made him so claustrophobic that the liberation of his body from his clothing--voluntary or not--came as a strange sort of relief.
Doyoung’s relief was short-lived. He gasped as the tentacle up his ass forcefully reminded him of its presence, flexing as it worked its way deeper into his hole. He continued to squirm within the cage of Jungwoo’s tentacles, but the tiny movements that he managed to produce only seemed to provoke the other. Jungwoo let out a soft moan at the shifting of Doyoung’s walls around his tentacle, and he loosened his hold on the other’s body ever so slightly just to let him wiggle around a little more. Doyoung’s struggling allowed Jungwoo to press further into his asshole, sliding deeper as Doyoung unintentionally fucked himself back on the tentacle.
Doyoung shuddered as it contracted inside him, shrinking down briefly only to swell again and pull itself more firmly into his hole. Each dilation brought with it a new surge of pain; his rim stung from the sudden stretch, and he could feel his walls throb in protest in time with the tentacle’s movement.
Worse than the pain, though, was the cold nausea that had settled into his stomach. It felt like a fat worm had crawled inside him, inching into his body with no regards to the way Doyoung tensed up around it in panic. He could feel it wriggling deeper into his asshole than he had ever thought possible. Doyoung bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from retching.
He clenched around the tentacle and widened his eyes in horror as it pushed past something that was definitely not meant to be breached from that direction.
Its tip had pressed into the deepest stretch of his hole, and it forced its way through a tight bend in his guts that had Doyoung choking back a scream. The end of the tentacle nimbly contoured to the shape of his insides, pulsing sickeningly as it twisted into him. He had no sense of how deep the tendril had penetrated his body, but the way it wriggled teasingly into the entrance of his guts was enough to tell Doyoung that it was too far. He gasped loudly and jerked violently away from Jungwoo. The tentacles surrounding his torso tightened in response, and he struggled to fill his lungs with shallow breaths.
Jungwoo moaned loudly in contrast to Doyoung’s strangled whimpers, and his arms joined the tentacles wrapped around Doyoung’s body. He circled his waist tightly, his wrists bending as he kneaded Doyoung’s sides. He pulled the other against himself, shuddering in pleasure at the feeling of Doyoung’s warm body against his own water-cold skin. Jungwoo panted softly against the other’s heaving chest.
Doyoung thrashed in protest as another tentacle curled inquisitively around the one buried in his ass. It slid around his rim with a tremor of excitement before pressing firmly against the side of the other tentacle. The blunt tip began to search for an opening, tracing Doyoung’s stretched entrance with impatience.
Upon finding none, the tendril began to pry at the edges of his hole. Doyoung’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as the muscular tentacle wedged its tip just past his rim and flexed against the other. The first tentacle retracted slightly to allow it inside, but only enough to leave the tip still pressing uncomfortably against Doyoung’s deepest parts. It shrunk in on itself as it had before, but it waited to swell again until its companion had slid into Doyoung. The tentacles rubbed slowly against each other as the second strained to fit alongside the first, stimulating Doyoung’s walls in a way that forced a conflicted moan from his throat.
It seemed impossible that a second tentacle as large as the first had managed to force itself into Doyoung’s hole, which had already been stretched to painful lengths with the effort of taking just the first. It felt as though something would tear at any moment. Actually, the stinging of his taut rim was enough to make it a little unclear whether or not he had already been ripped open.
The first tentacle retracted further, and the second rushed in to take its place. They wriggled past one another, struggling to move as Doyoung squeezed around them. The tendril finally broke past the depth of the other, snaking its way confidently to the bend of Doyoung’s insides. He dug his fingernails deeper into Jungwoo’s back, nearly drawing blood as he fought to rid his body of the pressure through his hands.
Jungwoo gritted his teeth but did nothing. Doyoung was doing fantastically in comparison to the humans he’d fucked in the past; the least he could do was let him struggle in peace.
Jungwoo slid his hands down Doyoung’s back soothingly. It did little to soothe him, but it made Jungwoo feel a little better about himself as he began to alternate thrusts between the two tentacles he had stuffed into Doyoung.
Doyoung clung to Jungwoo. It hurt so badly.
There was a little more to what he was feeling, though. His cock twitched helplessly as the tentacles pulsed against his prostate, overwhelming his pain response with licks of pleasure. It felt disgusting. As one tendril slid out from the depths of his body, the other would writhe deeper, working up their pace with each coordinated thrust. They pumped in and out of him relentlessly, sliding intimately against each other as they throbbed in tandem.
Doyoung’s cheeks flushed red as his cock brushed against Jungwoo’s. He was equally hard now, his body having flooded with uninvited arousal from the abuse of his prostate. Jungwoo gasped at the sudden contact and smiled to himself as he felt the solid heat of Doyoung's hard cock, surprised that his ritual breeding could excite a human’s body as much as his own. He rutted his hips up against Doyoung’s in an attempt to replicate the action, furrowing his eyebrows with focus as he rubbed his cock against the other’s.
Doyoung moaned as the pleasure from his cock temporarily overtook the pain in his ass, and his arms fell from around Jungwoo’s back as his body convulsed with overstimulation. His thighs tried to force themselves together to stop the barrage of sensations, but Jungwoo’s tentacles were curled too snugly around his legs for him to move much. He began trying to pry them away with his hands, but he was quickly stopped by Jungwoo as he forced his fingers in between Doyoung’s. Jungwoo pulled the other’s hands away from his tentacles and held them firmly, squeezing them in his as Doyoung continued to shudder with pleasure.
Jungwoo gripped his hands tightly as he bucked up against Doyoung’s hips, pressing his crotch to the other’s with desperate thrusts. His movements were uneven and rough, his body struggling with the exertion of controlling so many appendages at once. Two of his tentacles had begun to throb more insistently, and he was quickly reminded of why he needed Doyoung in the first place. His cock twitched with excitement. He couldn’t wait.
The tentacles in Doyoung’s ass suddenly slowed their thrusts and began to pull out, and he whimpered. He definitely didn’t enjoy playing host to the writhing tendrils, but the attention to his prostate had gotten him so worked up that he could have tolerated a few more minutes of abuse if it meant getting his release. Despite his attempts to get away from Jungwoo, Doyoung’s body needed him, tentacles and all.
He squeezed Jungwoo’s hands until his fingers started to cramp up, hoping to communicate his displeasure to the other. Jungwoo continued to rock his hips into him, and Doyoung clung to the stimulation from Jungwoo’s cock with desperation. His cheeks burned with humiliation as he started to grind down on the other. He shouldn’t want this. He didn’t.
The tentacles hugging Doyoung’s torso shivered slightly, and he could have sworn he heard a quiet purr from Jungwoo as Doyoung struggled to hump him. Jungwoo slowly laid back against the stone, pulling Doyoung onto him like a tangled marionette.
Doyoung was laid down on Jungwoo’s chest, held to him by a mess of tentacles and their interlocked fingers. He could feel the body beneath him quiver with life. Jungwoo’s heartbeat fluttered against Doyoung’s skin, and the prince’s legs shook with neglect as his energy was diverted to his tentacles.
One of the tentacles, Doyoung realized, was sliding back into place at the entrance of his asshole. He collapsed against Jungwoo, shivering at the prospect of having to take any more of those things. It wasn’t up to him, though, and he knew it. He just screwed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against Jungwoo’s shoulder to stabilize himself as the tentacle began to tease his rim.
Jungwoo was still grinding against Doyoung with lazy movements, chasing the human pleasure that had begun to build up in his cock. He maintained the rocking of his hips as he forced the tentacle into Doyoung. Jungwoo wasted no time in thrusting it deep inside of him, and his mouth fell open as the pressure of Doyoung’s snug walls against his sensitive tentacle sent ripples of excitement through his body.
Doyoung moaned, first in pleasure at the now familiar stretch and then in pain as the appendage probed deeper than the others had. He hissed through his teeth at the sharp ache of his organs as the tendril crept into his guts. The tip wriggled through the tight curve of Doyoung’s colon, forcing his outer rim to wrap around the thick girth of Jungwoo’s deeply embedded tentacle as it crawled further inside. He let out a soft cry as his guts contracted uncomfortably around the intrusion, and he clung tightly to Jungwoo’s hands as the first tears slid down his cheeks.
It just wouldn’t stop.
The tentacle continued to gently nudge through the folds of Doyoung’s insides, carefully burrowing into the soft channels of his body and stuffing him full. It seemed impossible how much he had taken. He hadn’t seen exactly how much of the tentacle’s length had been forced inside him, but it felt as though his entire abdomen were full of writhing tendrils.
The ache became unbearable as something probed at the walls of a channel buried deep in his abdomen. It pressed against the smooth muscle of his intestine, sending a sharp pain through Doyoung's side as it distorted the organ.
Jungwoo's hips had fallen still, and his chest heaved with exhaustion. Small whimpers of pain replaced his moans as something started to sluggishly pop through the inner follicles of his tentacle.
Eggs.
He was so full of them. It had been a year since he'd last had to breed, and the aching weight of his eggs had built up steadily over the past month. He had gotten so full that they began to press into his own guts, hanging heavy in his womb as they slowly accumulated.
Jungwoo's cheeks puffed out with pent up breath as the eggs shifted inside him. The ache lessened with every egg that passed into his tentacle and slid down the muscular shaft, but those remaining in his core shifted uncomfortably in his gut every time another was released.
He slowly exhaled as the first egg breached Doyoung's rim. It was small enough that it probably felt like nothing more than a throb of the tendril's girth to Doyoung, so the tentacle easily forced more into his ass with smooth contractions. Jungwoo could see them passing down the length of the appendage, and he wrapped his hand around the tentacle to help milk them out. The latticed skin stretched to accommodate each marble sized egg, allowing the gold underlay to shine through at the height of each swell.
Jungwoo groaned at the sight. He wondered if Doyoung would like it, too.
The hassle of finding a human to incubate his eggs every year was exhausting, but in the absence of a better option, he learned to deal with it. Some of them were killed in the process, ruptured from within when the physical ordeal became too much for their bodies. The others, regrettably, Jungwoo had to drown or strangle until they lost consciousness. It was too dangerous to release them once Jungwoo was done with them, as they had intimate knowledge of why exactly he stayed locked inside the palace.
The killings became easier for Jungwoo every time he bred; his first time had left him sobbing into the waterlogged stone, begging for forgiveness and alone once again. Every year, though, he would make sure that the sacrifice was dead before dragging them into the water and watching them disappear into the dark eddies. His eggs would slide pitifully out of their spent bodies, trailing down to the riverbed like black pearls as their host slowly filled with water.
Doyoung was the first person he had been with who showed a vestige of anything other than hatred towards Jungwoo. Doyoung cringed away with every movement of Jungwoo’s tentacles, but his disgust seemed disconnected from the closeness with which he clung to Jungwoo’s human body. Doyoung’s arms were wrapped around the other’s shoulders, nestled between the protrusions of Jungwoo’s tentacles.
Jungwoo felt a pang of regret drop heavily into his heart. Doyoung would have to go the way of all the others before him. It was a shame. Doyoung’s body was warm and nice to look at, if not a little beaten up from the night’s events. Jungwoo would also be lying if he said that the feeling of his tentacles knotting up Doyoung’s insides didn’t make his dick twitch with excitement.
It wasn’t until the egg reached the very tip of Jungwoo’s tentacle that Doyoung felt its intrusion. The tendril pulsed as it tried to deposit the egg, forcing the small opening at its end to dilate as the glassy spherules began to pump out of it. Doyoung moaned something incoherent as the first egg rushed into his guts, revolted by the unfamiliar weight. The egg was much warmer than the rest of Jungwoo’s body, apart from the burning length of his neglected cock which pressed insistently against Doyoung’s thigh. The first egg was pushed deeper into his intestine as several more spurted out of the tentacle. They were deposited in a film of thick fluid, a slick coating which lubricated the squishy eggs as they pumped into Doyoung’s body. He had only taken a few of them, but he already felt them pushing at the walls of his insides as they clung together in their incubative fluid. Jungwoo gasped as a small stream of eggs forced their way out of his tentacle, relieving a small blockage that had begun to accumulate somewhere near Doyoung’s prostate. Doyoung moaned, both from the sudden stimulation and from the obscene sensation of swollen roe filling up his organs.
What was happening to him?
Dozens of eggs squeezed past one another as they struggled to crowd into the narrow space, rubbing incessantly against his walls with unnerving warmth. Jungwoo’s tentacles wrapped snugly around Doyoung’s back, and the way his body pressed flush against Jungwoo’s made the growing distension of his abdomen painfully cramped.
Jungwoo laid flat on the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing labored as he trapped the other’s body in his tight embrace. The soft nodes slid around beneath the surface of Doyoung’s skin, gently pressing into Jungwoo's own flat stomach as the eggs flooded through Doyoung’s body. Jungwoo smiled breathlessly at the way he could actually feel Doyoung being bred. His body tingled with anticipation.
Doyoung felt as though he had taken hundreds.
They might as well have replaced his insides; roe slid into every crevice of his body, stretching his hollow organs until they squeezed painfully against each other in his growing belly. He couldn’t bring himself to struggle against Jungwoo’s hold, as every tiny movement of his abs squeezed his core and sent waves of agony through his sides. The tentacle continued to pulse at the entrance of his hole, forcing Doyoung’s cock up with the throbbing contact against his prostate. He sobbed quietly, utterly violated by both Jungwoo and the corner of his mind that burned with arousal.
The tentacle forced itself even deeper, displacing the eggs as it released more. It seemed to be nearing the end of its supply, though, and the tentacle shuddered inside of him as it strained to push out the last few roe.
Doyoung gasped as the tentacle began to withdraw. It carefully wound through the shallow bends of his intestines, contorting to fit each curve as closely as possible. If it hurt at all, Doyoung couldn’t tell. His body was simply too relieved by the tentacle’s retraction to produce a proper pain response. The appendage squirmed between the tight walls of Doyoung’s asshole, flooding him with pleasured chills as the stretch lessened. He could feel the eggs deep inside him beginning to spread into space left by the tentacle, so even the tightness of his organs began to lessen. Doyoung shivered as his body relaxed around the tip of Jungwoo’s tentacle. The last few inches easily slipped out of his hole, and the appendage dropped onto the stone with a quiet splash.
The two shook in each others’ arms as the overwhelming wave of sensations suddenly dissipated. Doyoung was still stuffed full of fishlike eggs, but they had settled enough into his stomach that the agony of carrying them had subsided to mere discomfort at how bloated he was. Doyoung doubted that he could have taken many more without something rupturing inside him.
So, it was with abject horror that he felt the tip of another tentacle push past his rim. The way the tendril tugged at his entrance told Doyoung that it came from the other side of Jungwoo's body, and the realization filled him with slowly mounting dread. The previous tentacle lay spent on the floor, twitching weakly in the water. This new one, however, was thick and lustrous, and Doyoung could already see the eggs working their way down its length.
He couldn't go through that again. There was no way.
But the tentacle was indifferent to the limitations of Doyoung’s body. It thrust quickly into his stretched hole, desperate to unload the last of its eggs. The first few spurted out before the tentacle before it had even breached Doyoung’s guts, and the thin membranes of the fragile eggs burst as the tentacle trapped them against the walls of Doyoung’s clenching hole.
Jungwoo whimpered as the broken roe slid down his tentacle and out of Doyoung’s body. There were thousands more already safe inside of Doyoung, and he knew that many of them would die anyway, but he couldn’t help the sadness that pricked at the back of his mind with every egg that got crushed. He bit his lip and forced his tentacle deeper, desperate to finish the breeding as quickly as he could. It wasn’t fun anymore; he felt a little bad for hurting Doyoung, and the entire process was exhausting.
Jungwoo’s womb contracted as he forced the eggs out of his body, moaning as they spurted into Doyoung’s guts. The eggs that were already nestled in Doyoung’s stomach immediately started to shift as more were forced into his system. Jungwoo banged his head back against the stone as he screwed up his face with focus, and he arched up against Doyoung’s body to feel the eggs moving around beneath the other’s skin.
Doyoung’s abdomen bulged with soft lumps, his previously flat stomach distorted and stretched to accommodate the growing number of roe in his guts. When Doyoung had swollen to the point where Jungwoo could feel the outermost eggs begin to pop within the other’s stomach, he let the tentacles around Doyoung’s back fall away. He lifted Doyoung’s hips slightly with his hands, putting just enough space between them that Doyoung’s belly could rest between them without being crushed. Jungwoo wasn’t too worried about the other escaping, as Doyoung was too wrecked to move much at all. Doyoung’s eyes were closed, and he had become completely pliant in Jungwoo’s arms. He was still breathing, as Jungwoo could hear quiet whines of discomfort within each of Doyoung’s exhales.
Doyoung was conscious, but just barely. He had made the mistake of sliding his hand up to his own stomach, and the realization of just how large the bulge in his abdomen had grown was enough to convince himself that maybe, just maybe, he was having a nightmare after all. Surely his body couldn’t have withstood the ordeal of growing a bump the size of a pregnancy belly over the course of one evening. Maybe if he could just fall asleep, he would wake up in his own bed again. He closed his eyes tightly and tuned out the pain.
Jungwoo carefully rolled Doyoung over onto his back in the shallow water. He was out cold, sleeping soundly as the smile of a pleasant dream twitched across his face. Jungwoo lightly touched his fingers to Doyoung’s throat, his arm resting on the other’s chest as he measured the reassuring thump of his pulse. He followed Doyoung’s heartbeat down his neck and slid his hands down his body. He gently rubbed Doyoung’s chest before trailing his fingertips along the curve of his rounded stomach, pressing ever so slightly on the taut bump to feel the eggs move beneath Doyoung’s skin. Jungwoo traced a small artery that meandered down Doyoung’s stomach and watched it flutter with tiny beats.
Jungwoo sighed quietly. With Doyoung fast asleep, he had the perfect opportunity to take him out without a struggle. Jungwoo could easily snap his neck while he lay unconscious, and Doyoung would hardly feel a thing. It would be one of Jungwoo’s cleanest kills yet.
God, he hated this part.
Jungwoo bit his lip and rubbed gentle circles into the swell of Doyoung’s stomach. It seemed like such a shame; Jungwoo had really given it his all this year, and the pretty belly he’d grown for Doyoung was some of his best work yet.
With the other asleep, it was easy to imagine that he actually had a real mate to wash away the loneliness. Jungwoo had to stay locked up, though, and no one would willingly subject themself to wasting their life away in that cold, wet, empty room.
Jungwoo lay beside Doyoung in the silent water until he was sure he was still asleep.
He was, and Jungwoo knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away just yet. His hands continued to slowly circle the other’s stomach until the tears in his eyes blurred his vision and he couldn’t make out Doyoung’s sleeping face anymore.
Jungwoo could hardly see what he was doing, and he struggled to position his shaking hands at the correct angle on Doyoung’s head. One finally came to rest along the side of his jaw, and the other tensed against the back of his skull as Jungwoo’s fingers wound through his hair. Jungwoo sighed with frustration. He hated to end someone’s life like this.
Jungwoo flinched as Doyoung mumbled something in his sleep, shifting into a more comfortable position. He rolled onto his side to face Jungwoo, wincing slightly as his distended organs shifted against each other. He was shivering with cold, and he curled in on himself in a weak attempt by his subconscious to protect him from the exposure.
Jungwoo had been seconds away from getting it over with, but Doyoung had managed to snap the resolve that Jungwoo had managed to build while the other slept. Jungwoo continued to tremble as he slowly removed his hands from Doyoung’s head and ran them agitatedly through his own hair. He couldn’t do it. Doyoung would probably die from hypothermia if Jungwoo left him there for long enough. If all else failed, he thought darkly, he could bank on that.
Doyoung whined softly and lightly nudged Jungwoo with his forehead as the other wiped the tears away from his nose with the back of his hand. Jungwoo smiled sadly. If Doyoung had known why exactly Jungwoo had been touching him, he wouldn’t be so eager for him to continue. He gave Doyoung what he wanted, though; what they both wanted.
Jungwoo tentatively lifted his hand to Doyoung’s jaw, his eyes softening as the other leaned into his touch. Jungwoo sniffled quietly and clumsily stroked Doyoung’s cheek. Then, slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Doyoung’s.
Maybe he’d find a way to keep this one around.