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You thought you'd known what you were getting into. You've let him stick his tongue in your ear before, felt the slimy appendage invade your ear canal. It had felt intimate and arousing, violating in the best possible way. So to let him stick his... you hesitate to label the prehensile tentacle he's grown out of his hips as a "cock," but you really can't come up with a better word for it.
Regardless, when you agreed to let him stick it in your ear, you really thought you'd known what you were agreeing to. You'd prepared yourself for wet and slimy, for odd sounds echoing in your ear, for that same tingling feeling of being touched somewhere you've never been touched before. You'd even prepared yourself to get your ear filled with that warm aphrodisiac he excretes when he reaches his facsimile of an orgasm.
You really thought you'd known what you were getting into.
You were so wrong.
You don't realise it at first. The tip of his cock and the tip of his tongue are almost indistinguishable. Thin and wriggling and wet with a dark liquid that makes your head spin. It's the muskier smell that really confirms to you that it's his cock. That deep soil scent that seems to cling to his body like you've been buried a hundred feet underground.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Doe's fingers are firm against your head, palms holding you in place as his cock teases around your ear. "It'll feel good for us both, I promise~"
The more he tries to reassure you, the more nervous you find yourself. In the past, his judgement hasn't always been the most sound. But you promised you'd let him do this. And if you're being honest with yourself, you're a little giddy at the thought of feeling that odd sensation again.
You brace yourself, eyes fluttering as the tip squirms its way into your ear. It's wet already, leaking aphrodisiac for your skin to slowly absorb. And then it stops. Just for a moment. He's met the resistance of your ear canal, your body trying desperately to keep him out. The thought sends a shudder through you, thrilled at the idea of doing something so depraved. The longer you've been with him, the more debauched you've become, and you love it.
His hips rock towards you. Once, twice. Then that squirming tip presses its way into your ear canal. He's kind about it, slow and gentle. He doesn't want to hurt you, he'd never want to hurt you. Not like this. So his cock slowly stretches your ear, as gently as possible.
It's that same tingly feeling. It starts in your ear and spreads through the side of your head, the eye closest to his cock closing as you find yourself almost overwhelmed with the feeling. Your stomach flips, whole body tense as his cock slowly eases into your ear. You expect it to stop when it hits the eardrum. You vividly remember the feeling of his tongue flicking lightly against the membrane and sending shocks of pleasure through you.
He doesn't stop. His cock presses insistently against it, eager to enter your middle ear. The spike of fear that runs through you ends between your thighs, turning into hot arousal. It's a bad idea. It's the worst idea either of you have ever had. But... fuck does it feel good, that thin membrane bending under the slow but persistent press of his tentacle. Your whole ear is dripping with what you want to call his precum, and it's definitely seeped into your bloodstream by now. You can feel the warmth thrumming through your veins, letting your desires win out over your survival instincts.
It hurts when he manages to break it, cock suddenly cramming its way into your middle ear. Your eye twitches. You lose control over your muscles for just a moment. But then that liquid is seeping into your ear, soothing the pain and turning it into a twinging pleasure. His fingers are stroking your hair slightly, still holding you tightly in place.
"You're doing so, so, so well!" His voice is chipper and reassuring, but you can hear the thick arousal within. "Just let me deeper..."
He's rougher now. Cock bullying its way into your ear like he can't quite help himself. You don't even remember the names of the parts he's pushing aside with his cock. Hammer, maybe? Or maybe you're just thinking about the way his cock is hammering into your ear. He's finally started thrusting, back and forth, fitting most of his cock into your stretched ear. And all you can do is kneel there and take it. Take his cock hitting deeper than it ever should have. Deeper than anything should.
"Almost there..." He's panting, drool dripping down your forehead as he hunches over you to try to drive more of that tentacle into your head. "I need, need, need to get deeper. You're so tight..."
Deeper? There isn't deeper. He's all the way inside you, cock hitting your cochlea with each thrust. Every so often he bumps it in just the wrong right way, sending another thrill of fear disgust arousal through you. There isn't deeper. But you want him deeper. You want him as deep as he can go. You want him to touch parts of you that no one should ever touch, to fuck you places no one else would ever be able to. You want it deeper.
"Fuck, fuck fuck~" His voice is the only thing you can hear, echoing through your remaining ear. "You're so, so, so warm!"
You lose control of your facial muscles entirely. His cock drives through the wall of your ear and into your brain, squirming around the warm, wet organ. Your nerves go haywire. You drool, your eyes roll, your muscles twitch, you convulse in his arms, only held steady by his hands gripping your head. Deeper, deeper, deeper. His hips finally press against the side of your head, bottoming out inside of you.
He grips you tighter, fucking hard and fast into your ear. The way his tentacle retracts into your inner ear before fucking back into your brain makes your nerves spark. It's so far from anything you've ever felt in your life. You have no control over your body, muscles spasming with each slide of his cock in your brain. He's pounding it to mush, your eyes going hazy and body going numb. All you can think about is him. His cock. His cum. That oozing sticky aphrodisiac that he's filling your head with as his hips stutter and he moans your name. Your brain swims in it.
"You were so, so, so good for me!" He's cooing, hips slowly beginning to rock again. "I'll make you all better, I promise! But first... oh, your brains are so warm, warm, warm~"
All you can do is moan, a vague sound of pleasure and discomfort. He's wrecked your brain completely. You're limp in his grip, more fleshlight than person as he starts fucking your ear in earnest again. Brain jolting, eyes twitching, tongue lolling out. To him, you're the picture of perfection. And sure, he'll bring you back to normal when he's done, but for now he's going to enjoy claiming you like this. Claiming your brain as his. Cumming in your head over and over and over until you don't react anymore.
You really thought you'd known what you were getting into.