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He knew it was coming. He knew it all along. He wasn’t afraid, just… intimidated. Sure, D3rlord3 was no stranger to sex, he had an internet connection. He’d just never cared to try anything with anyone, never mind an all-powerful being of absolute horror. Every so often visions of his future would flash through his mind, guilt sprouting from seeds of arousal. It felt wrong to feel anything other than the disgust he was always told he should have. D3rlord3 never liked being vulnerable. He found solace in his first being a purely impersonal act of biological need. Maybe he even looked forward to finally getting to feel it all, no strings attached.
Days ticked on ever slowly. It only happened once every few centuries, never on a strict schedule. The King’s cycle occasionally slipped the knight’s mind until one day. D3rlord3 found himself standing before The King in Yellow, feeling the atmosphere’s noticeable change. It had become the exact temperature of a body the second before a hot flash, thick and humid. He didn’t need to be told, he could tell. The King stalked around him, the glow of His yellow fabric pulsing expectantly. Even though he already had the knowledge of the universe bestowed upon him it was still difficult to look directly at Him. Perhaps the human brain was never meant to see it, the occipital lobe struggling to process the information it received. He looked like a mess of sun shining through a church’s stained glass murals, yellows so bright it overtook everything else, The Kiss by Gustav Klint. Looking at Him for too long would be such an eyestrain he’d be left lightheaded. D3rlord3 risked a glance at The King and lowered his gaze to lessen the pressure behind his eyes.
“Do what you want.”
D3rlord3 felt something press against his back. He whipped around and found The King towering over him. A small glance back and he realized that The King had moved so quickly he couldn’t even see it before he felt it. Short tentacles clung to his face, turning the knight to face Him once again. The King was much larger than him; not monstrously tall but enough that He would have to bend just to see eye to eye. Enough to cast him in shadow. Several small tentacles spread from His voided face, wriggling as He craned to reach the knight’s face. They paid no mind to his helmet, twirling around the edges and sneaking under to travel his face. Beneath the pitch-black confines of The King’s veiled robes lips smooshed against D3rlord3, haphazardly overtaking the human. It was messy and wild, one from lack of experience, other from lack of care. He was brash and hungered, only seeking His own pleasure. D3rlord3 failed to keep up with the masses of tentacles, losing His lips in the void. Not a moment later a tentacle pushes into his mouth, thicker and longer than the rest, the tip coming to a point. It snakes its way to the back of his throat, stopping for only a second for him to become accustomed to its presence before thrusting. Slowly at first, feeling every bit of him, but The King is not a patient man. He becomes more reckless with every push and pull, inching further and further past the knight's uvula. At first it’s only uncomfortable but breathable. The King grows restless. His tentacle pummels into D3rlord3’s throat with speed that tears the breath from him. The fleshy interiors of his mouth cramp, squeezing against the tentacle rushing through him, leaving him to choke. His body flinches back out of self preservation only to be grabbed by The King and held. His throat spasms and he tries to hold his breath longer as his head is pushed against His own, eyes squeezing shut. A groan vibrates across the tentacle, aiding in His pleasure. Pressure bloomed in D3rlord3’s head, a warning of suffocation. He grabs for anything he could get a hold of, finding an arm draped in unearthly fabrics. Hands dig into His arm with false hope. It only made The King go faster, heavier, prying choked groans from his stuffed mouth. Groans that felt so good around His tentacle. The grip on His arm tightened in need. Warm substance spurts from the tentacle at once, swallowed by the way his throat clenched as he choked. It quickly draws out of his mouth leaving him gasping and choking on air. A hand pets his face while he struggles for breath, almost cruelly. When D3rlord3 opens his eyes he realizes he’s in a new environment, standing in front of a grand throne. He knew it was not over.
The King’s hand slid from the knight’s cheek to his helm, lifting it from him. Heaps of wavy hair so dark brown it almost looked black fell from the helm, framing the knight’s face to his shoulders. His eyes followed his helm as it was set on the floor, almost protective of it. The King sat upon His throne and led D3rlord3 to kneel before him, guiding his face to what he could only assume was His groin. It was hard to tell what was where in this mess of fabric. From behind His robes came a warping mass of what seemed to be tentacles melting together into the vaguest interpretation of a phallus. D3rlord3 stared in a mix of awe and horror. It was much bigger than the tentacle he choked on moments prior, in length and girth. He’s broken out of the trance feeling a calloused hand brush against his cheek.
“Do not fear, knight. No death shall fall upon you while you are here.”
The consolation only helped a little for he knew that wasn’t a promise of no harm, only no death. But if D3rlord3 was anything, he was a moth to a flame. He had a morbid curiosity, the same which got him in this situation in the first place. So he kneeled over The King and took him into his mouth little by little. His hands buried into the robes cascading around The King’s hips and although He had no visible face he could feel His prideful smirk like an “I told you so.” The King’s right hand found it’s rest on Der’s head, slowly petting his thick hair while His other propped up His head. The cum already littering his mouth helped him take it easier but it certainly was no easy feat. Had it been any larger his jaw might have dislocated entirely. He had a feeling The King knew that. D3rlord3 couldn’t help but feel whorish from knowing how to do this despite never having done it before. Having infinite knowledge meant knowing everything about sex; every pornographic video, every erotic story, every position. He felt dirty. He tried to ignore how it sparked embers in his gut.
The King’s right hand guided him gently, slowly. If he had gone crazy he might even think it was passion. He was able to take him further than the tentacle going this slow. It filled him up nicely and it felt so good. The sheer weight of Him pinned D3rlord3’s tongue down, leaving him to only suck. He lost track of time, mind going quiet as he pleasured The King. At some point they had gotten faster- he wasn’t sure if it was his doing or The King’s. The King, who was now lightly rolling his hips into his mouth. His own breathing was getting heavier from the motions. It invigorated Him, moving D3rlord3’s head faster, making wet gagging sounds come from his throat. Kindling adding to the embers in his gut. Being treated as nothing more than a source of pleasure by what could only be a god. The knight tried everything to focus on anything but the way that made him feel. The speed grew and He started bucking into the knight’s throat, eager to pull more lewd noises from him. All D3rlord3 could do was sit there and let Him use him as He pleased. It took too much effort to hold back moans, something he was not proud of. The King twitched, then another load of warm semen poured from his dick, only this time the knight did not swallow. Relaxing back into His throne, The King held D3rlord3’s head in place.
“Swallow, knight.”
He struggled to swallow around the cock taking up his throat. Two attempts took most of His semen, the third accompanied by a gag forcing the rest down. As promised, The King pulled him from His cock, letting him pant and cough into his lap. He watched the knight stare up at Him through thick lashes as His thumb caressed his cheekbone. A throbbing caught his eye. Der glanced down to see the King’s dick still hard and swollen as if nothing happened.
The King chuckled hearing the man choke down a swallow. “You didn't think a being like myself would be satisfied that easily did you?” He teased. Der stared at it because no. He really didn’t.
His attention is stolen when Der feels multiple tentacles sneak under his waistband and start tugging. The fabric gets caught on his adornment of gold armor and boots, to which more tentacles come to tear off. The forcefulness of the tentacles sent the pieces clanging to the ground and produced a few throbs in his limp cock. His bare bottom half now on display for The King only made him flush with embarrassment, for who, only god knows. He might as well have been in a crowded room on stage for all to see. A wet wriggling mass pressed against his hole, leaving it to pucker and flinch. Just as he had processed that, it pushed in and stole an overwhelmed moan from his throat. It was so wet and sloppy yet strong that he knew it could only be one thing.
“Your tongue?” he asked in disbelief, The King’s lack of response being the only answer needed.
It explored his insides, swishing in and out as it went. Der lowered his head to The King’s lap, grasp on His robes tightening as his breaths grew unsteady. It was humiliating, having a tongue where it should not go making him come undone. It made a growing swirl of warmth in his gut make itself known. He wasn't trying to muffle himself but he found his own breaths fighting against his sound. Swiftly, the tongue brushed past something that tore a pathetic moan from his throat. His shoulders shook with tension until the tongue drew out of him a second after. He could only voice a groan of complaint before creepily long, thin hands grabbed him by the ribcage and hoisted him up. The King spread His own legs wide and turned him midair to face away. He heard what sounded like The King’s robes opening further before he was held at a small angle away from His chest. The King’s wet tip met his hole as He lowered him onto its head. Der grimaced from the size, holding his legs together.
“You’re not going to prepare me more?”
The King leaned towards his ear. “Knight, when have you ever known me to prepare?”
He continued pushing him down onto His cock, face tensing as the stretch burned greater and greater the further he went. Der didn't know what to do with his hands as he toughed the pain, grasping at The King, then himself, then the air. Clearly it annoyed The King because two tentacles wrapped around his arms and pulled him behind his back, holding them together. He felt his insides filling up more and more, pushing against the warmth spinning in his gut. “Too much— too much-“ he managed to grunt out. The King held him firmly.
“Not enough.” Before he could even beg, The King pushed him down with reckless abandon. It ripped a wrecked moan from his chest, body spasming from the pressure of The King’s full length inside him all at once. His insides clenched and throbbed as his breaths wore ragged and voice desperate. The King groaned behind him with such cruel satisfaction. He didn't even get the chance to catch his breath before the hands around his chest moved to grab at his waist. His hips started rolling into him, rhythmically pushing against that spot that made him come undone. Each moan caught on his breath. The warping nature of His cock made it so every thrust in and out would lightly sputter against his prostate several times. The constant feather-light tease took over his attention, not nearly enough to get him anywhere but just enough to make him plead in his mind for more. But he wouldn't dare beg, he couldn’t bring himself to vulnerability for the being that ruins him. He could never come back from that.
He thought of what a sight this must be, a man being reduced to a quivering mess on an all powerful deity's morphing cock. Not even being given the privilege of dignity, made to face the empty room as if impersonal. He wouldn't beg, The King didn't deserve it. Yet even then he knew he would. He knew exactly how this would end, The King made sure of it. He clenched his jaw and lowered his head, refusing to open his eyes in a false attempt to at least delay it. The King knew of what He made of him. He could let loose right now and tear those pleads and screams from him without a single effort. Though He opted to play with him, make him shake and unwind himself. He could wait, they had all eternity.
So the slow and methodic grinds persist, D3rlord3’s insides wavering in overwhelm, trying to cling onto every centimeter of him. Der’s own dick pulsed and throbbed for attention, wistfully neglected. He had grown hard whether he tried to resist his pleasure showing or not. Flames of fury swirled in his gut, pressure unrelenting. The King must have heard his weak attempt at muffled breaths because a tentacle no thicker than two centimeters wrapped around his base. It tightly latched on, forcing the pressure to build up at the constriction. The knight’s expression squeezed in anguish, fighting to keep his scratchy whimpers quiet. Still, his breathing quickened. He couldn't hold much longer, dick throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. His chest felt like it would burst if he held any more oxygen in his lungs, any more sounds from his throat. He needed to explode, it was too much. The constant brushing against his prostate, the fires roaring in him, his muscles aching from tensing, the hands holding his waist, his arms locked behind his back, that damned tentacle refusing him of what he needed. A moan tore through his throat, coming out much louder than he wanted, dripping with desperation. His breath wavered and caught like cries as he couldn't bear to close his mouth again. Pitiful whines and groans escaped him as he tried, and failed, to catch his breath.
Feigning ignorance, The King leaned to his ear and spoke. “What, my knight?”
He didn't care to lower His voice despite being so close to the human. It only added to his need.
“You know.” Der fought to bite back.
The King chuckled and drew back. “I do.”
He needn't make His loyal knight wait, easily picking up the pace. The strength took him by surprise, being fucked with such force that the physics lifted and bounced him on it even harder. Der cursed at the pressure pushing up on him, hitting places that allowed no more stretch provided an aching pain on every hit. In what he could only assume was his sick mind the pain transformed into fiery pleasure. He was humiliated by how much he liked it and now how much he liked humiliation. It made the burning pressure at his base blare warning signals and he realized the tentacle’s presence never moved. It was still constricted around him like a snake with its prey. He gave a broken gasp and stared down at himself.
“The— the-” he struggled to get out amidst his desperate breaths.
“Tentacle?” The King interjected. “I know. Give in to it, knight.”
D3rlord3 knew what he meant. He had refused for so long but the pounding in his head was overwhelming. No, no he couldn't give in, he couldn't give up what little dignity he had left. Only The King wouldn't let him. His hands snaked around his front, fondling one of his pecs and grasping his neck. The King arched Der’s back and pulled him back, nuzzling his head against His trapezius. The position wrecked through his body, insides screaming in ecstasy and sending floods of sounds from his mouth. He held on his neck tight, twisting the knight to look him in what should be His eyes. He couldn't help but open his eyes though they could only go half lidded. The fabric of The King fell over him leaving nothing but dark shadows for a face and he could still feel His expecting stare. He couldn’t. It would ruin him. His insides burnt aflame with every thrust, pushing his body where it shouldn’t go. Cries of pleasure littered the room, body trembling in agony. The King fucked him ruthlessly, cruelly brutalizing his prostate like He hated him. A show of power, and lack there of, that sent the knight’s head spinning. Part of him wished to stay there forever, used within an inch of his life under the control of this eldritch being. His dick screamed at him for mercy, red hot and agonizingly aching. He would surely go insane.
D3rlord3 cursed himself and gave in.
“Please- please let me cum.” he begged, desperate surrender soaking his breath. The King continued silently amidst his rattled cries. He waited. The knight had to close his eyes in embarrassment. “Please, my King.”
Wordlessly, The King loosened the tentacle and semen came bursting out, white hot. D3rlord3 overflowed with broken yells and moans as the matter splattered across his shirt and cape. It felt overjoyous and catastrophic all at once, only made more intense as the loose tentacle began to hastily swish up and down on his dick. It sought to pull every last drop out of him. His insides clenched down on the cock that he slowly noticed was still pumping through him. It was music to his ears hearing The King’s pleasured grunt. His grasp on D3rlord3 dug in as He fucked him faster and harder, clearly nearing His end. Exhausted moans surrendered from the knight. The loud slapping against his skin aided in The King’s pleasure. He plowed and thudded and crashed and pounded into him as His grasp grew tighter until cum thundered out from His aching cock. The sudden overflow of hot semen flooded through D3rlord3’s insides, sure to coat every inch. The King’s relentless pace fluttered to a slow, cum slipping through the slightest cracks. Amidst the labored breathing His grasp on D3rlord3 lessened, letting him fall against his chest. The King wiped His thumb across the new stains on His knight’s attire, collecting the leftovers to spread across Der’s mouth.
A few seconds of rest passed before The King lifted him off of His twitching cock. He watched with amusement at the way His cum leaked from his now empty hole as if proud of His work.
The King stands and turns to His throne, knight still in hand. D3rlord3 watches the tall backed throne morph upon his arm’s contact to become an average height, just enough for him to throw his arms around and rest against while kneeled on the seat. Naturally, the throne was large enough to fit the monstrosity of The King’s size, providing ample room for spread legs. Just as he was starting to breathe properly the knight felt it prodding at his backside. He knew the next round was near but his body was going weak.
“Wait,” he said feebly. “I need time…”
The prodding continued.
“Do not concern yourself with strength, there is no need for that.” The King replied.
Tentacles spun around him, taking his full support into their limbs. Even his head was able to let go, held tenderly to rest upon a cushion of tentacles. “I am all that you need.” The King finished.
Soon He pushed back in, made easier by His semen though it would never be an easy feat for a human. Der whined at the intrusion, protest falling on uncaring ears. Before He could bottom out He found that the edge of throne kept too much distance between them. The King opted to simply phase through it, unaffected by reality. Seconds later it began. Wet smacks into D3rlord3’s ass, pushing through clenching muscles as if it should be muscle memory. It took no time to return to an intense pace, if it weren't for the tentacles’ support he would be rocking into the throne’s back. D3rlord3 saw no use in saving his pride. He let whimpers and whines effortlessly escape him. He could no longer deny that his King’s ability to please him was far greater than all else. He only hoped he could recover some energy.
It was as if his insides had numbed in the downtime, D3rlord3 could feel it regaining feeling with every second. His limp dick started growing little by little as he closed his eyes. Suddenly his vision shifted from black to show himself, from above. It took a few moments to realize he was seeing from The King’s eyes, watching him be used by this being. Embers kindled into flames in his gut once again. Damn it all, he was turned on by seeing himself being used like a toy. He couldn't break focus from his own ass, watching it get pounded was damn near hypnotic. He caught himself wishing The King would do more.
D3rlord3 swallowed hard between moans feeling his dick reach full mast. He wished he had the strength to reach down and touch himself.
“What did I say about strength, knight?”
Der’s heart jumped to his throat. He should have known The King could read his thoughts.
“You're all I need, sir.” his voice wavered.
“I am your King, not your sir. You are not deserving of anything touching your cock, wretch.”
D3rlord3’s moan wavered with regret and frustration. He couldn't help but think about how The King must have heard his dirty thoughts wishing for more. The knowledge that He had been hearing him all along made his head swim in pleasure. He was truly sick for enjoying it this much and the humiliation of being forced to admit it in so many ways made him so, so desperate. It didn't help that once the feeling had returned he could feel The King’s cock pushing into that special spot over and over again. It felt especially cruel how ignored his own cock had become, once fighting to burst and now left to idly throb by itself. He wanted to yell and scream for more, harder, faster, deeper, but his sounds were reduced to lowly moans and whimpers. He had grown too weak to even speak.
Despite his cruel words, The King enjoyed reducing men to nothing and He was far too eager to wait. If he wanted to feel like nothing but a toy He would gladly oblige. Without any warning at all The King’s speed doubled instantly, grabbing onto His knight’s waist as anchor. Der let out a pathetic excuse for a yell, taken off guard by the extreme pleasure burning through his body. The King’s grip was unrelenting, sure to leave bruises but it would be nothing compared to what would happen to D3rlord3’s bottom half. Should things go His way he wouldn't be able to walk for days. Even with the support of tentacles his body started shaking, the fire brewing in his gut raging through his entire body in a matter of seconds. The desperate moans that came from D3rlord3 made The King burn with pride. Bringing him to feel such ecstasy so that he couldn't even beg sent his head reeling. The knight’s dick throbbed and twitch endlessly as if screaming for attention. D3rlord kept his eyes squeezed shut, he wouldn’t dare give up the opportunity to watch himself be ravaged. He groaned so loudly it hurt his throat and cursed “Fuck-!” just before a stream of cum burst from his dick. The feeling ripped even more cries that mixed with moans of pleasure from his chest. He couldn't stop. The King didn’t stop. The intense pounds continued relentlessly.
“You dare stain my throne with your disgusting fluids?“
D3rlord3 couldn't bring himself to do much of anything other than a pathetic attempt of apology. “I’m— ssorry-“ a calloused hand clasped against his mouth, unwilling to hear his lies.
It only enthralled him more, broken whines fighting to break free. A small grin dared to tug at the corners of Der’s lips, of course not going unnoticed. The King pushed Himself to keep going, though He could release at this very moment. He wanted to push him over the edge again. So He continued, hold on D3rlord3’s mouth muffling his sounds, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. All the knight could do was moan and moan, over and over. Throbbing heat in his dick alerted him that he had already grown hard again. Images of The King’s hand wrapped around his cock pumping ruthlessly overtook his imagination. He whimpered at the thoughts, focusing on the imagined as he felt himself nearing his end. The King’s hand quickened until it was just right- he was torn from the thought when The King’s real hand snaked around to hold him by the ribcage and lifted him from the throne.
The tentacles merely slipped off as D3lord3’s legs dangled above the ground and his back pressed against The King’s chest. His head tucked against His trapezius, his neck craned back by the strong grip on his mouth. The King waits for no one, picking back up at half pace with rolling His hips up into his knight. Gravity aided the position to push His cock deeper into him than ever before. He could hear The King’s clenched groans become more passionate, more needing. The burning pain with each push returned, leaving D3rlord3’s eyes rolling back. With what little energy he had he grabbed onto The King’s arms and held for dear life. The perspective he viewed from behind his closed eyes shifted to show both of their bodies moving together. He was reminded of the reality that he was being fucked by a horrifying faceless deity that towered over him, draped in yellow that hid masses of tentacles. A deity whose pace just quickened so much as if to wreck his insides. The humiliation of being at the mercy of something that could snap him out of existence so easily and letting Him ravage his body. How he could feel the way The King reveled in the cruelty of His dick stretching His knight further than He should, leaving Der’s body to tremble with ecstasy. His whines turned into small pleas as The King overwhelmed his prostate every second. The pace lost its rhythm- an extra two thrusts here, a missed thrust there. The King had become frantic, taking every bit He could. His own groans shook with the unsteady force He used, cock throbbing with need. The grasp on Der’s mouth couldn't do enough to quiet down the moans The King ripped from the depths of him. The sounds drove Him crazy with rabid lust, only pushing Him to go faster. D3rlord3’s body spasmed and tensed, sending The King over the edge. Cum spurted from His cock in large batches, filling out every crevice available. Each new wave sent D3rlord3’s own cum flying, moans catching on his breath each time.
His body twitched in relief when all slowed to a stop. The King’s hand came away from his mouth, leaving his lips with a little rub. He turned away from the throne and pulled out, laying the knight’s back on the floor all too easily. He noticed the glazed over look in his knight’s eyes like they'd gone out of focus. The King kneeled to take his face into His palm.
“No, no, it’s not time to pass out yet. You know better.”
D3rlord3 only stared through Him. The King “hmph”-ed and turned His eyes to the knight’s attire. Of course, He knew how to bring him back. Calloused fingers got to quick work on the gauntlets, sliding them off easily. Next went his gloves, revealing hands more well kept than one would expect of a knight. Then his pauldrons, flipping the buckles loose to weasel them off the knight’s lax arms. The cavalry tunic unbuttoned and half-cape pulled over his head in one fell swoop, momentarily propped up by The King’s hold. He caught Der’s eyes blinking and knew all was not lost.
Two tentacles slithered to D3rlord3’s chest and flicked at his nipples until he rewarded with a twitch. They launched into action and rubbed against him in circles. After a minute his mouth had parted, slight pants leaving him. When The King turned to look at the wonderful sight He found his knight had been staring at Him with what could only be exhausted interest. It was all He needed to up the anti. The tentacles seemed to grow small suctions and latched onto his nipples. They sucked and pulled at him at a casual steady pace, almost wet. D3rlord3 was happy to lay there and let it serve him but The King couldn't let him get too comfortable.
He pushed the intensity up a notch, tentacles getting faster. It joyed Him to see His knight's eyes blink repeatedly as if processing the information, breaths quickening in turn. The next thing he knows he's getting hard, again. He couldn't believe how many times this thing had aroused him.
The tentacles suddenly picked up speed. “Thing? I am no mere thing.” The King spoke incredulously.
Ah, he had forgotten.
It didn't matter, the tentacles quickened all the same. Pants devolved into whines and The King rose from his side. New tentacles push his legs apart with no resistance, thick smear of cum across his behind and between his legs stretching as they open. The King stood between the spread legs and looked upon His work of art painting His knight's body, hungry for more. The disrespect, though, cannot go unpunished. Several tentacles sprouted from the ground, cracking the floor they pushed through with loud rumbling. Some wrapped around D3rlord3’s waist and chest, pinning his arms along the way, while others held his hips and legs firmly against the floor. Notably, his face and neck were only held by a single loose tentacle and his cock was left untouched entirely. The tentacles still attached to his nipples unrelentingly sucked while D3rlord3 writhed beneath to get even a glimpse of The King. Yellow grew in his vision, unsettlingly towering above him. Terror struck him seeing He had grown in size just to be seen.
“If you must see me as a thing, then I shall treat you like one.“ The King’s words seethed with poison. A tentacle rubbed against his worn entrance. “If that is the only way you will admit you enjoy this then I will make you scream it“.
Anticipatory fear flashed in D3rlord3’s eyes mere seconds before the tentacle welcomed itself inside. Strained noise jumbled in his throat. He had no time to question before it started squirming, tracking him down like a wolf would its prey. It was an odd feeling, the tentacle was half the girth of The King in a space that had grown accustomed. His wildly sensitive muscles flinched and twitched at every touch. The black void of nothingness hovered over him, watching intentfully, waiting, until-
“ah-!”
He wouldn't dare wait, His tentacle pushed at D3rlord3’s flesh until it phased through entirely. Laws of physics bent to The King’s will so His tentacle could wrapped around His knight’s prostate and squeeze. It drew a moan so loud it hurt from his throat and blew his eyes so wide his entire vision blurred. His body instinctively panicked at the unnatural intrusion, throttling him into spasms one could easily mistake for seizures. A vain attempt, ultimately. The tentacles easily restrained him to immobility. The poor mortal's brain couldn't comprehend just how this could happen, all the information of the universe be damned in a moment of mind break. Muscles contracted frantically to find something, anything to hold onto, finding that the tentacle had fully phased through his flesh leaving his body cavernous. Der’s voice heaved from his chest, logic abandoned him, burning hot pleasure screamed through his body. He needed so desperately to thrash, convulse, writhe, his nerves gone haywire sending signals every which way. His lungs couldn't keep up with the floods, breath breaking into violently shaking gasps like leaves in a hurricane. Pleasure signals sent to his brain faster than it could send out signals to speak. It tried nonetheless.
“What-“ a wheeze. “hhow-w-“
A guttural moan exploded, dragging tears with it as cum shot from his dick. The tentacle did not relent.
“Aghh- how-“ his voice shook. “-are you…” The King stared down. “…doing this… to me-?”
No response would come. Barely seconds had passed and his dick was already swollen and aching once more. Much to his dismay and delight a second tentacle pushed in without a second's notice and started thrusting. This one filled him up nicely, sending shockwaves through his flesh that clamped down harshly. It showed no mercy, fucking him with reckless abandon that made his eyes attempt to roll back, only getting so far before they could strain no further. With every stroke it absorbed the cum The King had left inside, leaving nothing but flesh and muscle to take its full power. He stretched and pulled, the feeling of being rubbed raw inside driving him crazy. Gasps broke with moans, his body couldn’t stop shaking, he couldn't think of anything other than being made into ruins. D3rlord3 had never felt like this, nothing even close should be humanly possible. It was so good it could break him, leave him unraveling for eternity in ruthless ecstasy so long as that thing would allow it.
That thing. That thing that was making him a mess like never before. That thing that towered over him in angered silence, taking vengeful pleasure in watching him break. That thing that could keep him here like this forever. Ignition of heat flashed over his body and he came, again. It was humiliating, how sick he was for coming at that. There must be something wrong with him, nothing else could explain this. Maybe he could just stay here forever, in infinite bliss over, and over, and over again. The knight found himself craving more release, like a man who had been lost in the desert for weeks craved water. The tentacle pounding him wouldn't let up for even a second, it was hopeless that he could ever speak like this. He couldn't stop the sounds from flooding through his mouth even though he wanted to, needed to. He couldn't even bring himself to look at The King, his eyes were stuck in their partially rolled back state.
Thoughts escaped him, all he could know was The King inside of him. He could only cry out in his mind “Please, I need to cum, make me cum, fuck me endlessly.”
The King’s voice filled his mind. “I said scream.”
Panic followed. “I can’t-“
“Scream.”
It felt like the loudness of a freight train hurdling towards him at full speed as he blew another load. He still ached with burning fire.
“Can’t-“
“Scream for me.“ The King’s voice thundered in his mind with fury and God, it felt good.
The knight found himself ripping air and sound through his throat, tearing at his esophagus with vile need. It came out scratched and strangled.
“fUCK, FUCK ME, PLEASE.“
A fraction of a second later the tentacle pummeled him with all its might. The King laughed roariously, being so generous to bless his knight’s deepest desire. “My knight, I knew you wouldn't last long. No amount of repression can resist such otherworldly desire.”
D3rlord3 couldn't keep up with the movement, the pleasure, anything. All he could do was be reduced to the most obscene sounds, lewd cries, filthy moans, the most humiliating version of himself. Sucking at his swollen nipples, tight grasping at his prostate, restrained to immobility, tentacle destroying his insides, skin ablaze, hot magma swirling in his gut, body shaking and convulsing, mind gone. Orgasm ripped through him and barrelled out so forcefully it splattered against his jawline. The King’s hand came into existence just to scoop up the mess of cum left all over D3rlord3’s body and wipe it against his tongue. Calloused fingers held against his sensitive tastebuds and waited expectedly, though The King soon resigned to pushing His knight’s mouth closed with another hand to clean Himself off. His knight's jaw fell right back open the moment He pulled His hands away, too overwhelmed to even swallow the cum coating his mouth. The sight enthralled Him.
“You are so delicious when in ruins, my knight. You soak up every atom of me in such beautiful ways.”
His tentacles slowly crept away, knowing he would not move an inch in such bliss, at least not voluntarily. D3rlord3’s body still spasmed and twitched in agony. The sound of His knights moans was music to His ears. As another orgasm rolled through his body he lost count of how many had come before. Perhaps it didn't matter, he unraveled all the same. The tentacle inside of him lurched and pulsed before spewing a large load into him, his walls easily filling with hot semen drawing a lovely moan from his very heart. It slowed and sputtered the excess from his hole but it did not stop. The knight panted and whined and did not think to question it.
The King gazed down at His knight in all glory, watching how his chest struggled to rise and fall. D3rlord3’s eyes followed The King as He lowered to the floor. This was much too delicious of a view to not embrace it and the hunger showed in the way He laid hands on his skin. The King ran His hands up His knight’s calves then along his thighs. He sat on His own legs and grabbed His knight, pulling him close. The King grasped behind his knees and bent them to either side of D3rlord3’s chest, leaning over him to where His own robes cascaded around them. His knight laid back, ass bent up in such a vulnerable position that felt almost intimate. It took The King’s morphing tip pressing against his already full entrance for the knight to realize what was about to come. The void under The King’s robes gazed down at him, he must be hearing things because he could swear he heard his King panting. He pushed- gently but needing. Burning spread from his rim, complaints barely able to make it past his lips. He crept forward, stretching His knight to accommodate Him. D3rlord3’s hands weakly grasped at his King’s robes, shaking from the effort. Pained groans managed to escape.
“Patience, my knight.”
His heart skipped hearing the passion in his King’s voice. It felt as if the tentacle was becoming one with His cock, an impossible size. Second felt like eternities while his King slowed Himself in.
The environment around them had shifted though they had not moved- he found himself now laying in an exquisitely plush bed. The type of bed so grand and luxurious it alone would get you beheaded in the French Revolution. Drapery of the most gorgeous curtains made with the finest silks surrounded them, propped upon a tall gilded frame. The sheets they laid on were ethereally soft, decorated with delicate embroidery. His knight became wonderfully flushed at the show of passion at the hands of the most terrifying god. It almost undid the searing pain of his insides now half full of him. The deeper He got the closer He lowered to His knight. There was no room for doubt, his King was panting beautifully. Finally, He slipped inside entirely, all at once thanks to His self-made lubricant. Strained whimpers fled D3rlord3’s mouth, exciting his King all too much. He was stretched so wide, filled so much that pressure began building in his gut. D3rlord3 prayed Hd would go, fuck him to His hearts content, but he couldn’t fathom it being possible like this. He should have known that his King would always find a way.
Much swifter than He entered, his King almost pulled out entirely. It made his breath waver in anticipation for which he wouldn't have to wait for. His King slid back in with one fell swoop and left him gasping for air. He didn't stop, pushing in and out slowly but surely. While His knight groaned and whined He leaned close and dug His hands into the back of his soft hair, holding him dearly as He kept stuffing Himself in. The eternal bliss that filled D3rlord3 was intoxicating, easily dissolving into a mess of desperate noises. They gazed to each other and his King decided He had enough. His thrusts quickened, pressing His knight into His bed with each move, earning moans that grew louder by the second. The tentacle wrapped around his prostate squeezed tighter as his King lost control, His own body betraying Him to let sounds of pleasure flow. Hunger filled Him and ecstasy drove D3rlord3 to the edge. His King swooped down and took his mouth with His own, loving how His knight’s moans vibrated against His lips. It sent shocks of surprise through His knight, he wasn't aware his King even had a face beneath the void. His King thrusting into him so deeply, stretching him so wide sent him tumbling off the edge into his next release, shaking with short, desperate moans muffled against his King. The pleasure did not relent, in fact his King only intensified and left his arms scrambling to wrap around Him.
Their lips parted and his King pressed down against D3rlord3’s chest, holding him in a needful embrace. D3rlord3’s cock was already threatening to harden again and he prayed it would. Insides swirling with feelings of sweet heat and the way he was being fucked into the bed left his entire body in strong trembles. He couldn't stop thinking about how passionate and possessive his King had become when it all started from an impersonal need for release. He was even holding him. Amidst the obscene sounds of wetness and pleasure, realization slowly fell into place.
Does he have me in a mating press?
The sound of his King’s breathy laugh set his entire body ablaze. “I see you’ve realized what this is.”
His dick screamed its warning.
“You are far too irresistible, my knight. I must have you.”
White hot pressure flashed through D3rlord3’s cock at his claiming. He convulsed into overwhelmed cries as orgasm tore through him, splattering across his King’s robes. The grasp in his hair tightened, sending His knight’s eyes to roll once again, eyelids fluttering in pure ecstasy.
He’s mating me flooded His knight's mind, blinding heat overcoming his insides. The words repeated in his mind endlessly as he lost himself to a cacophony of whatever obscene sounds his body could manage. He’s mating me. He’s mating me. He’s mating me. His mind glazed over. It was all he could think about. A new orgasm came every few seconds. His King’s robes grew damp and sticky from the force of His thrusts spreading His knights cum everywhere. His moaning rang throughout D3rlord3’s head. Every inch of him ached with burning hot pleasure, his legs bounced from each pounding.
His King grew more and more passionate the longer He made him come undone. He held him like He owned him and no one else would ever take him away. Jealous of those who never would exist. It only made Him more rabid. It pushed him into a frenzy, all-consuming jealousy taking over. The King fucked His knight with the strength of an almighty God, clutching him ever tightly. D3rlord3’s body violently shook in excruciating pleasure, so much that his voice failed him. All he could do was shake and hold on for dear life while his eyes rolled and eyelids twitched. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through his body, not even a second between. Guttural groans clawed their way from his King’s throat like an animal gone rabid. Echoing through D3rlord3’s mind was one word, repeating. “Mine.” He could no longer think, only listen to the broken record of possession repeating.
His King jolted and bucked into him wildly. With one massive thrust He pushed His dick as far as He could go, pinning His knight to his bed with all His might. Wet, hot semen burst from Him at once, leaving His body racking in ecstasy as He felt His knight fill with Him. His breath heaved so heavily it tore moans from Him and He knew it had just made D3rlord3 cum. Still, He grinded His hips into him, massaging every last droplet out and against his insides. In a last ditch effort He quickened His movements, rocking D3rlord3 with Him desperately. The smallest whine earned from His knight and He came again. Their movement finally came to a stop while they tried to breathe, bodies shaking and chests heaving in tandem.
His King found peace in feeling His semen seeping from D3rlord3’s aching hole. At long last, The King raised just enough to huddle over him, watching the expression of exhausted perfection on His knight's face. He took pride in how he was still a twitching mess, unable to look at Him or anything. Gently, The King leaned in and pressed a kiss of respect to his forehead.
“Rest now, my knight. I will take care of you.”
With that, D3rlord3’s consciousness faded away into peaceful sleep.