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How much time had passed since last you’d seen him? Heard his voice in the back of your mind? At first it had been a relief, the quiet, the privacy. Your thoughts once again your own, after so long with voices filling your mind. Now, though? Now you’d come to miss it. The silence was lonely, the nights too quiet, your thoughts too few. You missed him. Perhaps in the beginning you’d found his intrusion tiresome, his deceit unrelenting, his persistence abrasive. You missed it now. You hadn’t seen him since that day on the docks, or at least, you assumed you hadn’t. He’d said he was staying in the city, but you knew that he could hardly walk around as a mindflayer, lest he be accosted at every turn. You knew where he’d be hiding, old habits after all.
You made your way down to the Elfsong, or what was left of it - it had been mostly rebuilt by now, thankfully only the south-facing wall had been destroyed. You gave a little wave to Lia as you passed, still waiting tables, but she seemed happy enough. Making your way back into the kitchen you gave Roveer a nod as you passed - you’d promised him you’d come check up on the basement and make sure those rats didn’t come back. A good cover story, for certain. Silently you made your way down the stairs, you’d been here once before, you remembered the instructions so clearly. You could nearly hear his voice echoing inside your mind as you wove through the barrels to the secret entrance. Would he be there, waiting for you? Had he even thought of you? Did he miss you, too…
Your hand shook as you reached for the door, taking a moment to steady your breath before you pushed it open and stepped inside. The room smelled different, incense burning on the table in the center of the room. It was cleaner than you’d left it, a pile of corpses and blood from the Gith invaders. Someone had been here. You ventured further into the well-lit room, looking around, looking for any sign of movement or life. Perhaps he was out?
“Can I help you?” An unfamiliar voice startled you, turning on our heel to see a man standing just behind you, holding a large tome in one hand. Yo didn’t recognize him, some half-elf, average, not the one you’d come here to see.
“I… yes, uhm, no, I was looking for someone, but I think I may be in the wrong place.” A pause, you looked at the man again, really looked this time, and there was something in those eyes, something familiar. Recognition? “Emperor?” Cautious, in case you were wrong.
The illusion melted away in an instant and a familiar face stood before you, towering over you as he always had, a look of curiosity in those violet eyes.
Could you tell it was me, or were you merely guessing, I wonder?
The voice filled your mind like it once did, familiar, settling in as if it belonged there. “I hoped, but it looked like you recognized me.” You watched as he moved across the room to the table, sitting the tome he was carrying down on it before he spoke to you again, turning to face you once more.
Interesting. A pause as he examined you, curiosity in his gaze. Why have you come here? What is it that you want?
You weren’t sure what you’d thought his reaction to seeing you again would be, but his question caught you off guard. “I came to see you, you disappeared after everything was over. I hadn’t heard from you. I just wanted to see you.”
He was quiet for a moment, you could see him thinking, could practically feel it this close to him. We had no more business together, there was no reason for me to stay. It is not as if someone like myself can walk the streets so freely. I came here to try to rebuild what I once had, I did not need any distractions.
No more business together, no reason to stay. The words hurt, like a punch in the gut, a slap in the face. This was a mistake, coming here, how could you have thought that he’d miss you, too? That he’d want to see you? That he cared for you? All you’d been able to think about for months now was the night the two of you had shared, the bliss, the ecstasy. Nothing would ever top that night, no lover, no experience, no high could ever come close. Everyone you’d ever been with, every sensation was dwarfed by those fleeting moments. They were everything to you, but it seemed the feeling was not mutual. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, prying your eyes away from his with a sharp intake of breath. Your words came out in a rush, you needed to get out of here, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I just, I thought that you, that we, I have to go.” You turned to leave, rushing toward the door head shaking. This had been a mistake.
Stop
Your hand was on the door when he spoke, more a command than a request, and you obeyed without hesitation. Waiting, hoping.
He moved toward you, silently, and a moment later you felt his fingers trail across the back of your neck. Tell me the truth, why did you come?
You turned to face him, surprised at how close he was, leaving barely any room between you, your back pressed against the door. The words fell from your lips, your eyes locked on his, “I missed you.” You couldn’t stop them, you weren’t sure you wanted to. Studying his face for some sign of what he was thinking, feeling, if anything, you waited for an answer. Hoped for an answer. He was quiet for a long time, too long, you were beginning to think that perhaps he wasn’t going to answer you.
I was not sure you would want to see me, once you had returned to your old self again. He reached out and slid his fingers beneath your chin, tilting it upward so your eyes met his again. The were exactly as you remembered, and for a moment you could have sworn you saw a flicker of emotion within them.
“Of course I do, we spent so long together and it felt like we grew close. I was surprised when you disappeared, I thought you’d at least stick around for a little while. Or say goodbye before you left.” A frown settled over your face remembering the moment when you’d realized that he’d gone without even so much as a goodbye. You’d spent the first few weeks hoping he’d turn back up, and when he didn’t you couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you’d read more into things than you should have.
As if in response to the unspoken question in your eyes one of his tentacles slid across your jaw, soft and slightly wet feeling against your skin. You couldn’t resist leaning into the touch, even the smallest display of affection enough to set your heart racing.
You are right, I should not have disappeared like I did. A pause as he searched your face, though for what you did not know, We were indeed growing closer, I felt it, too. Is that something you still want?
A moment later you could feel the weight of his body pressing against your own, trapping you between himself and the door, leaving no escape. You felt your feet leave the floor, a familiar weightlessness pulling you upward as his hands found your hips and squeezed. Your breath caught in your throat, leaning forward to press a few small kisses along one of those tentacles. He let out a soft moan in response, echoing through your mind and filling it. It was a good feeling, and you wondered if it felt as good to him, too.
“Yes,” Came the whispered reply, your hands moving across his chest, across the strange armor he wore that allowed him to disguise himself from the outside world, to hide the truth of what he was. You didn’t care for the disguises, you’d come to care for, and even prefer, who he really was. The mindflayer, the Emperor.
There was no hesitation when you gave your answer, a sharp tug pulling you fully against him, his warmth seeping into your skin. The next moment you felt a rush of sensation wash over you as he seized control of your mind, flooding you with pleasure. Every inch of your body was a livewire, as if someone had turned all your nerves up to eleven and left them there. A sound tore from your lips as you felt his hands pulling at your clothes. You could barely register what was happening, the intensity coursing through you obliterating all thought for the moment. You felt his hands on your skin, pushing your clothing away, felt the cool air, the sensation you were moving. Head tilted back, eyes closed, almost aching from the pleasure already. When your eyes opened you were floating there beside him, your clothes collectively discarded on the floor by the doorway. His tentacles wound around you, caressing, touching, curling across your body, exploring every inch of you. Your face, your breasts, your back; as if every bit of you belonged to him.
Your eyes closed again as they moved down your body, across your thighs and slipping between to rub against your lips. Gently at first, teasing across the skin of your inner thighs just out of reach. You spread your legs a little wider for him, hands balled into fists so hard your nails cut crescents into your palms, wordlessly begging him to give you what you craved. You did not have to wait long, feeling those tentacles part your lips and begin to work their way into you. Just one at first, probing slowly inside you where the wetness had already begun to build and spill out onto your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pressed a second, and then a third tentacle inside you. Your back arched upward, hands gripping at his shoulders as a desperate cry filled the air around you. The pleasure was like a shockwave, intensified by his control over your mind, wave after wave dragging you down into its depths relentless.
Time stilled around you, the lights of the room fading into the swirling ecstasy ravaging you without mercy. There was only one thought that dominated, more, more, more. He continued to probe deeper and deeper into you, another tentacle working its way up between your folds to your clit where it began to massage in slow circles. It was almost unbearable, your body jerking suddenly at the near-painful onslaught of pleasure he lavished upon you. Your cries echoed in the room around the two of you, your hands grasping desperately at his shoulders for something to ground yourself.
He took hold of your hands and pushed them back, holding them behind your back with one of his, restricting your movement even further. He offered no mercy from the intensity of his affections, pressing yet another tentacle into you, you’d lost count by now, but you could feel each of them moving, independently, inside you. Squirming and pressing against your insides, filling you up completely. You could hardly stand it, the muscles in your thighs trembling and spasming as another wave lapped over you leaving you a squirming, desperate mess. The proof of your lust dripped down onto the floor below, your thighs slick with it, the smell of sex heavy in the air now. You weren’t sure you could take anymore, certain that another climax would drive you right over the edge into madness.
Through the haze of lust you could hear him inside your mind, the soft sounds he made, the sighs of enjoyment as he took what he wanted from you. In that moment you belonged to him, completely. He could have done anything he wished with you and you’d have been helpless to resist him. He owned you, and he knew it.
“I can’t… I can’t take anymore… gods… you have to stop… unhh,” the words came out a broken, shuttering mess between moans.
Convince me.
A tingle ran down your spine, you understood instantly what he wanted from you. Your cheeks felt hot, a quick burst of embarrassment shooting through you at what he was asking. He punctuated his request with another quick thrust of those tentacles into you, sending another shock of pleasure bordering on pain through you.
“Please… Please stop… Please, I can’t take anymore,” You begged, your voice hoarse and raspy from the screaming, your body aching from the spasms. It was all you could muster in response to his request, but it seemed to be enough. He pulled back, you felt those squirming appendages slip out of you, a rush of wetness following them, a shuttering moan accompanying the gesture. Releasing you for the moment, his arms enveloped you and pulled your body against his, brushing your hair back from your face so gently.
I trust you enjoyed that as much as I.
You couldn’t even manage a verbal response, only a feeble nod of your head as you pressed your cheek against his chest and let him hold you there while you desperately tried to regain control of your body.
Good, because I am not finished with you yet.
You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by those words, but you couldn’t wait to find out. The curiosity was the last thought that filled your mind before sleep began to overtake you.