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Simon gripped the controls of the submersible with a vise-like hold, his calloused fingers digging into the cold, pitted metal of the levers.
The SM-13 submersible hummed faintly around him, its engines a low growl that vibrated through the reinforced hull. The cabin was a claustrophobic tomb, barely six feet across, lit by the erratic pulse of emergency red bulbs that painted everything in a bloody hue.
Outside the porthole, the blood ocean roiled endlessly, a viscous crimson soup teeming with nightmares born from the planet's cataclysmic core.
Simon had piloted this rusting coffin through worse, but today, isolation gnawed at him deeper than the void ever could.
He adjusted his course with a jerk of the yoke, eyes scanning the flickering readouts on the console.
Radiation levels spiked erratically, but that was par for the course in this hellscape.
What wasn't normal was the subtle itch at the base of his skull, like fingers scraping lightly against his thoughts. Simon rubbed his temple, chalking it up to the stale, metallic tang of the recycled air or the endless monotony of his sentence.
As a convict turned reluctant explorer, he'd learned to ignore the mind's tricks. Hallucinations were just another hazard, like hull breaches or sudden pressure drops.
But the sensation persisted, evolving from a tickle into a insistent pressure, as if something vast and ancient was peering into his brain through a crack in his sanity.
Images flickered unbidden: the blood eel's colossal silhouette, a serpentine behemoth gliding through the depths, its body a seamless fusion of scale and sinew, longer than the submersible itself. Its head tapered to a nightmare maw, lined with rows of jagged teeth that gleamed like obsidian in the bioluminescent glow of its underbelly.
Simon blinked hard, trying to shake it off, but the eel's presence burrowed deeper, not with physical force but through tendrils of telepathy that slithered into his subconscious.
The voice, if it could be called that, manifested as raw emotion, a psychic pulse that bypassed his ears and struck straight at his core.
"Closer..." It hummed, carrying the weight of insatiable hunger mingled with an undercurrent of raw, animalistic desire.
Simon's breath caught in his throat, a shiver racing down his spine. He shifted in the worn seat, the coarse fabric of his clothing chafing against his skin.
His cock stirred unexpectedly, a traitorous twitch that made him clench his jaw.
"Get a grip." He muttered to himself, forcing his gaze back to the scanners.
But the eel's influence was insidious, amplifying buried urges he hadn't acknowledged since his incarceration.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead, trickling down to sting his eyes. The cabin felt warmer, the air thicker, as if the blood ocean's heat was seeping through the seals.
Simon's hands faltered on the controls, the sub drifting lazily as his mind filled with vivid intrusions. He saw the eel's body undulating, scales rippling like waves on a stormy sea, and felt a phantom brush against the hull... a low-frequency thrum that resonated in his chest, stirring his pulse to match its rhythm.
The telepathy wove through his thoughts, teasing out fragments of fantasy: submission to something immense, being enveloped in slick, pulsing warmth, consumed not in death but in ecstasy.
"You crave the embrace." The psychic whisper intensified, laced with a seductive compulsion.
Simon groaned softly, his erection now fully hard, pressing painfully against the confines of his pants. He resisted, gripping the armrests until his nails bit into the padding, but the eel's mind probed relentlessly, flooding his senses with erotic visions.
He imagined the creature's jaws parting wide, revealing a throat that throbbed with inner light, inviting him into its depths for a union beyond flesh. Something that blurred the line between predator and lover.
The manipulation escalated, the sub's confines blurring at the edges of his vision. Simon's heart pounded, each beat echoing the eel's telepathic cadence. He fumbled with his zipper, the need overwhelming rational thought, but stopped short, cursing under his breath.
The eel sensed his hesitation and pushed harder, sending jolts of pleasure through his nerves, making his nipples harden against his shirt and his asshole clench in anticipation.
The scanners beeped warnings, proximity alerts he ignored as the hallucination took root, pulling him under like a riptide.
Reality fractured in an instant. The submersible's cabin vanished, replaced by an abyssal void that resolved into the blood eel's gaping maw.
Simon tumbled forward, weightless and disoriented, his body stripped bare by the illusion's whim. The air around him was oppressively humid, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and the musky tang of the creature's innards.
Towering teeth framed his descent, each one curved and serrated, dripping with thick strands of saliva that splattered across his naked skin, warm and viscous like lubricant.
He landed with a wet slap on the eel's tongue, a massive, undulating muscle that spanned the width of the mouth like a living carpet. It was textured with papillae that rasped against his bare feet, sending tingles up his legs.
The tongue flexed beneath him, lifting his body effortlessly, cradling him in its heat. Simon's cock, rigid and leaking, bobbed against his abdomen as the surface rippled, the rough patches grinding along his inner thighs.
He gasped, hands splaying out for balance on the slick expanse, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh.
The telepathic voice thrummed louder now, vibrating through the tongue and into his bones. "Surrender to the feast."
The muscle bucked upward, pressing firmly between his ass cheeks, the tip probing at his entrance with deliberate insistence. Simon moaned, his hole twitching as the tongue's warmth teased him, secreting a slippery fluid that eased the pressure.
It circled his rim slowly, tracing the puckered skin before pushing forward, breaching him with a gradual stretch that made his eyes water.
Inch by inch, the tongue invaded his ass, thick and unyielding, filling him with its tongue-dick until he felt impossibly full.
Simon's back arched, a cry escaping his lips as it began to thrust: slow at first, then building to a steady rhythm, each slide dragging against his inner walls.
The texture inside him rasped deliciously, hitting nerves he didn't know existed, sparks of pleasure radiating from his prostate. His cock throbbed untouched, pre-cum dribbling down to mix with the saliva pooling beneath his knees.
The maw's walls quivered, contracting in peristaltic waves that massaged his sides, drawing him deeper into the humid cavern. Saliva poured from glands above, cascading over his shoulders and chest in warm rivulets, soaking his hair and running in streams down his torso.
It coated him, making his body slick and heavy, and trickled between his cheeks to lubricate the tongue's relentless fucking.
Simon bucked against the intrusion, his hips grinding down to meet each thrust, lost in the haze of manipulated bliss.
The eel's telepathy manifested physically in the hallucination, ethereal tendrils emerging from the shadows of the mouth. Translucent appendages that coiled around his limbs with silken strength.
One wrapped his right wrist, pulling his arm above his head and pinning it to the tongue's surface; another secured his ankle, spreading his legs wider to expose him fully.
A third slithered up his left thigh, its tip flicking at his testicles before encircling the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make him whimper.
That tendril began to stroke him, gliding from root to tip in firm, twisting pulls that matched the tongue's pace in his ass.
Simon's head fell back, mouth agape as dual sensations overwhelmed him. The deep, pounding fullness in his hole and the slick friction on his shaft.
Another tendril joined, thinner and more agile, latching onto his left nipple. It suckled with phantom suction, tugging and rolling the sensitive bud until it peaked hard and aching, then switching to the right, alternating in a torment of pleasure.
Deeper still, the tongue curled inside him, the tip bending to massage his prostate directly, rubbing in firm circles that sent electric shocks through his core.
Simon's body convulsed, muscles clenching around the invading muscle as he rode the edge of oblivion. The throat muscles beyond the teeth pulsed invitingly, rippling like a tunnel of flesh eager to swallow him whole, each contraction sending vibrations that hummed against his skin.
He imagined being pulled in further, his entire body encased in the eel's gullet, massaged and milked in endless ecstasy.
The tendrils tightened, one slipping between his lips to mimic a kiss, probing his mouth with a taste of salt and desire. Simon sucked on it instinctively, tongue swirling around the ethereal length as his own cock wept more pre-cum.
The stroking intensified, the grip on his base pulsing in time with his heartbeat, while the one in his ass swelled slightly, stretching him to the brink. Sweat and saliva mingled on his skin, his breaths coming in ragged pants amid the humid enclosure.
"Release into me." The eel commanded telepathically, the words a psychic caress that pushed him over.
Simon's orgasm crashed through him like a depth charge, his ass clamping down on the tongue as ropes of cum erupted from his cock. The tendril milked every spurt, directing the hot seed onto the undulating surface below, where it absorbed into the flesh like an offering.
His body shook violently, waves of ecstasy rippling from his core outward, toes curling and fingers digging into the tongue as aftershocks prolonged the bliss.
The hallucination held him in its throes, the eel's mind savoring his surrender, drawing out the pleasure until his limbs went limp, spent and quivering. But cracks formed in the illusion.
The humid darkness wavered, the tendrils fading like smoke. The tongue's thrusts stuttered, withdrawing with a slick pop that left his ass gaping and empty. Simon blinked through the haze, disorientation mounting as the maw's walls dissolved into static.
Reality slammed back with brutal clarity. He was slumped in the chair of the submersible, alarms wailing softly in the background. The red lights of the cabin steadied, illuminating the sweat-drenched clothing clinging to his body.
His pants were undone, cock softening against his thigh, streaked with drying cum that had soaked through the fabric. The scanners blinked innocently.
No contacts, no threats.
Simon shuddered, zipping up with trembling hands and grabbing a grimy rag to wipe away the evidence.
His mind reeled from the psychic assault, the eel's whisper echoing faintly one last time. "We are not done."
The blood ocean outside lapped gently against the hull, indifferent to the violation.
Alone in the silence, arousal lingered like a ghost, leaving him hollow, confused, and yearning for the depths once more.