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Title: The heart that I'm hearing.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Between Astral's arms, Yuma arched his back, moaning and closing his eyes.
“Is this… An enjoyable sensation?” The blue-skinned alien asked, needing to restrain themself of inserting their fingers in Yuma's opened mouth. “I can reproduce those motions the next time.”
The human panted and shortly nodded with his head before kissing Astral, wanting to distract himself, disperse the feelings that once again were making his body hot.
“I think you are ready for me.” Black Mist suddenly said, doing as Astral and forming a tentacle that was already dripping with the sticky liquid. The appendage took the place that their tongue was seconds ago, massaging Yuma's inner walls and hitting the sweet spot they knew humans had.
The reaction was instantaneous; even though Yuma was tired, he moved restless, gasping and moaning and screaming.
“Such a good boy, singing for me.”
Maybe it was because of the moment, but Ninety-six started to feel their own self-control slipping from between their fingers. The smile they showed was wide, way more than the humanoid form they wore should be able to endure; it was like their face was splitting in two.
“Black Mist-- Astral---!” Yuma didn't know what to do to relief himself, opening his eyes and looking at the blue-skinned alien. “Please.” He was not sure of what he was asking, but the word, the way he begged, made Astral move.
They started to stimulate Yuma, at the same time letting him suck at their tongue. The image made Ninety-six reach deeper into their boy, their claws sinking at Yuma's legs and drawing blood.
He was so easy to toy with. Soon enough he was coming again, hitting bliss for some seconds, stopping breathing, stopping thinking, before coming to his senses again, gasping, drooling.
It was beautiful.
“Two times in a roll.” Ninety-six teased, biting Yuma's leg, but barely using pressure on their jaw. “I will let the best part to the end.”
Astral was busy with the tired and needy boy between their arms, not really paying attention to what the other alien was doing, more worried about receiving Yuma's sloppy kisses.
Apparently, the bound between their souls was already working, for Yuma seemed to feel closer to Astral than he was before. Being draw to them, earning their contact, their presence.
“Can you feel me, pet? Inside you? I can feel you squeezing my tentacle, do you want me to go faster?” Ninety-six snickered before, quickly, pressing a hand on Yuma's belly.
The scream coming from the boy was a mix of pain and pleasure. He started to cry again, not being able to say more than a few broken words.
Black Mist’s control vanished.
“I am ravishing you, I will mark your whole body, both inside and out. You are mine, Yuma, mine!”
Ninety-six seemed to increase in size, their mouth getting wider, all their teeth showing.
Yuma jumped in place, the tentacle still inside him, as well as all the other black and blue tendrils holding his body back.
He was scared, but not enough to try and run away.
“Ninety-six.” Astral warned, placing themself between Yuma and the other. “Control yourself.”
There was a small pause in which Black Mist looked from Astral to the human.
They knew Astral was right, at least a bit, but they also didn't want to hide their true self, their true emotions and feelings from Yuma, the human they chose to share not only their eggs, but also their soul.
With Astral policing everything, though, they would need to behave.
Black Mist forced their body to go back to more normal proportions, the whole time not stopping to watch Yuma's face.
“I am sorry.” They whispered, not sounding true to their words. Ninety-six reached for the boy’s face, caressing his cheek. “Did I scare you?”
Yuma's response was to look into their eyes and close the gap, kissing their lips.
Astral watched, unable to feel a gnat of jealousy.
“Brave boy…” Black Mist caressed his bangs before moving the tentacle again, restraining themself of paying too much attention on Yuma's reactions or how warm his insides were. Trying to keep control even though Yuma was squirming, mewling, crying.
Ninety-six themself moaned when they reached the egg Astral had laid, massaging the tender area in which they would place their own.
“Here we go, sweetheart. Brace yourself.”
Before releasing the egg, Ninety-six used a little trick to make Yuma feel more pleasure; they used more pheromone, the chemical embedding the human’s body from inside, being more effective this way.
When the egg started to travel through the tentacle, Yuma was squirming.
“--Wait-- It's--- Ahhh!” He was more sensitive than before, and every little brush the shell made against his inner walls, his body translated it as arousal and pleasure.
Black Mist seemed to be having a good time too, but they showed it more than Astral, openly panting and groaning, holding Yuma's hips with strength enough to mark.
Astral let Yuma kiss and lick their face; apparently, when he had less self-control, his animalistic side ruled. But Astral was enjoying the attention, the saliva covering their cheeks and how their boy seemed to be out of his mind.
Ninety-six, mimicking the way Yuma's species acted, moved their hips and slammed it against the teenager. The scream they got was so good that compelled them to do it again, the tentacle following and creating a friction that was making Yuma beg them to do something, anything.
It was probably due to the pheromone, but when Yuma came, it wasn't for only a few seconds; even though his member released a short quantity of semen, he was still feeling the sensations of an orgasm.
Black Mist took the opportunity to lay their egg, and as Astral, they also let out a sticky liquid, but it was more than what the blue-skinned alien used.
The tentacle kept pouring while Ninety-six recoiled it, stimulated by Yuma's prolonged orgasm and how his body reacted to it.
“--Full---” He tried to speak, squirming and holding onto Astral. “Too-- Full--!”
With a moan, Black Mist slipped out of their boy, the whitish substance dripping from him.
“Delicious.”
Yuma finally started to calm down after some more seconds, gasping for air and being so tired that he couldn't even move.
“You have a part of me inside you now, doll.” Ninety-six whispered. “Your heart is mine.”
But Yuma was barely hearing; all his energy had been drained. He laid limply between Astral's arms and tentacles, his eyes closed and his face red.
“He requires rest now. The process probably demanded all his strength.” Astral hugged the human protectively, easily lifting him up. “The Barians will be here soon. We need to focus on that.”
Black Mist frowned, knowing they wouldn't have the opportunity to touch Yuma until everything settled, but only because Astral wouldn't let them.
“I can take care of them in five minutes.”
“We will see.”
Asshole.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Between Astral's arms, Yuma arched his back, moaning and closing his eyes.
“Is this… An enjoyable sensation?” The blue-skinned alien asked, needing to restrain themself of inserting their fingers in Yuma's opened mouth. “I can reproduce those motions the next time.”
The human panted and shortly nodded with his head before kissing Astral, wanting to distract himself, disperse the feelings that once again were making his body hot.
“I think you are ready for me.” Black Mist suddenly said, doing as Astral and forming a tentacle that was already dripping with the sticky liquid. The appendage took the place that their tongue was seconds ago, massaging Yuma's inner walls and hitting the sweet spot they knew humans had.
The reaction was instantaneous; even though Yuma was tired, he moved restless, gasping and moaning and screaming.
“Such a good boy, singing for me.”
Maybe it was because of the moment, but Ninety-six started to feel their own self-control slipping from between their fingers. The smile they showed was wide, way more than the humanoid form they wore should be able to endure; it was like their face was splitting in two.
“Black Mist-- Astral---!” Yuma didn't know what to do to relief himself, opening his eyes and looking at the blue-skinned alien. “Please.” He was not sure of what he was asking, but the word, the way he begged, made Astral move.
They started to stimulate Yuma, at the same time letting him suck at their tongue. The image made Ninety-six reach deeper into their boy, their claws sinking at Yuma's legs and drawing blood.
He was so easy to toy with. Soon enough he was coming again, hitting bliss for some seconds, stopping breathing, stopping thinking, before coming to his senses again, gasping, drooling.
It was beautiful.
“Two times in a roll.” Ninety-six teased, biting Yuma's leg, but barely using pressure on their jaw. “I will let the best part to the end.”
Astral was busy with the tired and needy boy between their arms, not really paying attention to what the other alien was doing, more worried about receiving Yuma's sloppy kisses.
Apparently, the bound between their souls was already working, for Yuma seemed to feel closer to Astral than he was before. Being draw to them, earning their contact, their presence.
“Can you feel me, pet? Inside you? I can feel you squeezing my tentacle, do you want me to go faster?” Ninety-six snickered before, quickly, pressing a hand on Yuma's belly.
The scream coming from the boy was a mix of pain and pleasure. He started to cry again, not being able to say more than a few broken words.
Black Mist’s control vanished.
“I am ravishing you, I will mark your whole body, both inside and out. You are mine, Yuma, mine!”
Ninety-six seemed to increase in size, their mouth getting wider, all their teeth showing.
Yuma jumped in place, the tentacle still inside him, as well as all the other black and blue tendrils holding his body back.
He was scared, but not enough to try and run away.
“Ninety-six.” Astral warned, placing themself between Yuma and the other. “Control yourself.”
There was a small pause in which Black Mist looked from Astral to the human.
They knew Astral was right, at least a bit, but they also didn't want to hide their true self, their true emotions and feelings from Yuma, the human they chose to share not only their eggs, but also their soul.
With Astral policing everything, though, they would need to behave.
Black Mist forced their body to go back to more normal proportions, the whole time not stopping to watch Yuma's face.
“I am sorry.” They whispered, not sounding true to their words. Ninety-six reached for the boy’s face, caressing his cheek. “Did I scare you?”
Yuma's response was to look into their eyes and close the gap, kissing their lips.
Astral watched, unable to feel a gnat of jealousy.
“Brave boy…” Black Mist caressed his bangs before moving the tentacle again, restraining themself of paying too much attention on Yuma's reactions or how warm his insides were. Trying to keep control even though Yuma was squirming, mewling, crying.
Ninety-six themself moaned when they reached the egg Astral had laid, massaging the tender area in which they would place their own.
“Here we go, sweetheart. Brace yourself.”
Before releasing the egg, Ninety-six used a little trick to make Yuma feel more pleasure; they used more pheromone, the chemical embedding the human’s body from inside, being more effective this way.
When the egg started to travel through the tentacle, Yuma was squirming.
“--Wait-- It's--- Ahhh!” He was more sensitive than before, and every little brush the shell made against his inner walls, his body translated it as arousal and pleasure.
Black Mist seemed to be having a good time too, but they showed it more than Astral, openly panting and groaning, holding Yuma's hips with strength enough to mark.
Astral let Yuma kiss and lick their face; apparently, when he had less self-control, his animalistic side ruled. But Astral was enjoying the attention, the saliva covering their cheeks and how their boy seemed to be out of his mind.
Ninety-six, mimicking the way Yuma's species acted, moved their hips and slammed it against the teenager. The scream they got was so good that compelled them to do it again, the tentacle following and creating a friction that was making Yuma beg them to do something, anything.
It was probably due to the pheromone, but when Yuma came, it wasn't for only a few seconds; even though his member released a short quantity of semen, he was still feeling the sensations of an orgasm.
Black Mist took the opportunity to lay their egg, and as Astral, they also let out a sticky liquid, but it was more than what the blue-skinned alien used.
The tentacle kept pouring while Ninety-six recoiled it, stimulated by Yuma's prolonged orgasm and how his body reacted to it.
“--Full---” He tried to speak, squirming and holding onto Astral. “Too-- Full--!”
With a moan, Black Mist slipped out of their boy, the whitish substance dripping from him.
“Delicious.”
Yuma finally started to calm down after some more seconds, gasping for air and being so tired that he couldn't even move.
“You have a part of me inside you now, doll.” Ninety-six whispered. “Your heart is mine.”
But Yuma was barely hearing; all his energy had been drained. He laid limply between Astral's arms and tentacles, his eyes closed and his face red.
“He requires rest now. The process probably demanded all his strength.” Astral hugged the human protectively, easily lifting him up. “The Barians will be here soon. We need to focus on that.”
Black Mist frowned, knowing they wouldn't have the opportunity to touch Yuma until everything settled, but only because Astral wouldn't let them.
“I can take care of them in five minutes.”
“We will see.”
Asshole.