Redolence; 4: Primer
[Story Info]
Title: Redolence
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
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4: Primer
When Tony stirred again, it took him a while to recall what exactly had happened, where he was - and whom he was with. He felt slightly disoriented, yet not sick. If he’d gotten smashed last night, this was perhaps the least painful morning in memory.
Blinking, he looked to the side and wondered if he had scored some drugs instead, because that would explain a lot - starting with the alien version of Davy Jones from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. However, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he felt peace descend upon him; an absolute belief that all was right and well in the world; that this was where he should be.
The transparent-on-black eyes opened, the irises barely contracting as a reaction to the weak light in the room.
The room…
Tony looked around, seeing the dirty walls, dusty floors, a pile of mattresses beneath them. It was horrible, abandoned and smelly, but his mind just didn’t seem capable of reacting to this as he usually would, which would have been deep repulsion. Instead he just let it go, turning back to the other and leaning closer.
Tentacles began to move across his skin, and Tony’s entire body flushed in reaction. The damp, stale smell of the air was replaced by something sweeter that made his head spin. His face was caressed, intimately and lovingly, small nips of teeth exciting him and keeping his attention from slipping.
Tony studied the face in front of him as his blood pumped hotter. He didn’t feel hunger or thirst, just content to be here. All other needs were gone, giving him a peace he hadn’t known for a long time - perhaps ever.
“What’s your name?” he breathed out, wanting to know. It was important: he should know what to call the other.
“I have never been called anything,” the alien replied.
Tony blinked. “Never? By anyone?” That was wrong; everyone should have a name, something to use to refer to themselves at least. He smiled, recalling his earlier thought. “I shall call you Davy, then,” he suggested.
“If you want,” the other replied, still caressing him, not appearing to mind. “You have a name?”
“Tony,” he said earnestly, happy to give his companion that much of himself.
“Tony,” Davy tasted the word then let out that purring sound - as if he liked it, which made Tony unreasonably happy.
That happiness transformed into something else: his naked skin became sensitive, needing more of those touches, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him. The need returned, arousal and want consuming him. Tony didn’t know why exactly but he chose that moment to roll over, onto his stomach, then pulled his legs beneath him and lifted his ass, his back arching low as he presented himself to the alien in an attempt to signal what he wanted.
It made no sense, but that didn’t matter. Rational thinking disappeared as tentacles traced his backside, making his thighs quiver in anticipation as he held his position, breathing hard, so ready for it…
The first sensation of a tentacle slipping inside him made him keen and press his cheek into the dirty mattress. His chest ached from the stretch, the arc reactor pressing against his ribs and lungs but that was secondary to the sensation of being taken. A second tentacle joined the first, spreading slickness inside him and stretching him. There was discomfort but no pain.
A new smell hit him and he craned his neck to look back, to see Davy and confirm what some primal part of his brain was telling him. Between the alien thighs, something emerged from the folds of skin. It grew erect and the air was filled with the odor of lust and coupling, making Tony’s body respond in kind, his mouth open and panting as the tentacles held him open and Davy moved behind him, that slim organ pushing in between the tentacles, swelling slightly.
Tony closed his eyes and rocked back. It was like someone was repeatedly pressing the overload-button in his brain and when the alien behind him began to thrust, almost violently, Tony clenched his fingers in the mattress and took it, embracing it, floating in the scents, finally feeling filled with the rush of a warm, tingling sensation.
Davy pulled back slowly but the tentacles remained, pushing impossibly deep as if delivering his seed the rest of the way into the depths of Tony’s body - so deep it would never come out. The pressure shifted to drag across his prostate and Tony came with a sudden shout, body jerking before he collapsed, panting and drifting off in a matter of seconds.
- - -
When he awakened, it was to find that Davy was gone. The scent in the air suggested he would return soon, though.
Tony waited, biting his lips, not moving away from the mattresses. The lack of light suggested it was late so that meant he had slept for most of the day.
When Davy returned, it was with several bottles of water. He put them down upon reaching their makeshift bed and leaned forward to caress Tony’s body, as if to make sure he was alright. Tony leaned into him, kissed the tentacles in passing, then realized he was thirsty and reached for a bottle. He didn’t ask where the alien had got them; he was thankful, happy to accept the gifts.
Once he had had a drink, Davy slid back onto the mattresses with him, still examining his body. It felt like the most natural thing for Tony to present himself again, feeling the biological need arise to couple, to have the other inside him, to be filled and taken care of…
- - -
Sleep, sex and a drink of water was what filled Tony’s hours.
After the mad need for sex was fulfilled, he would lie next to Davy and explore his body, thriving in the closeness, licking, kissing and tasting every inch of him as he was caressed and loved in return. The light of the arc reactor filled the dark hours, making the black eyes seem even darker yet illuminated from within.
Eventually, though, it wasn’t enough. Tony’s body demanded food and he needed to see the sun, not just feel it through the dirty windows. It was time to leave, to go home, and he ventured out of their small hideaway, finding his clothes where he had left them when he first arrived. They were dirty from lying on the floor but he didn’t care, pulling them on and then looking at his alien lover, reaching out. “I will take you with me,” he said - pleaded.
Most of the tentacles lay against Davy’s body and an arm reached out, thin, clawed fingers carefully wrapping around his fingers. Tony smiled and pulled them towards the door.
It was after midnight and the darkness cloaked them well. Tony had to think for a moment, to recall where he had left the car; at the hotel.
Where were they now?
He looked around then reached for his pocket, giving up on his navigational skills. Pulling out his phone, he noted it was shut down. When had that happened? Maybe when he first entered the building; he had a faint recollection of not wanting to be disturbed, that he knew he wanted to be left alone with the other once he found him again.
Switching it on and logging in, Tony was at once assaulted by several notifications for unanswered calls and messages ranging from Pepper to all the Avengers - even Fury. He dismissed them for now and connected with J.A.R.V.I.S. instead.
“Sir,” the AI responded promptly, “there have been deep concerns for your sudden disappearance.”
“Yeah?” Tony frowned.
“You have been missing for four days, sir. Shall I alert the Avengers to your location?”
“No, don’t,” Tony said quickly. “Just… get me a ride or something.”
“Very well, sir.” At least J.A.R.V.I.S. knew when not to ask questions.
It was only some time later that a cab arrived, stopping next to them. Tony knew that in such a remote area, there was only one reason for a cab to be here at this precise time and he got in, Davy following him.
The driver looked through the rear-view mirror, checking them out - then almost jumped out of his skin, twisted in his seat and stared at Davy as if he’d just seen an alien.
“Drive,” Tony snapped, offended. He gave the name of the hotel where his car was still parked, most likely, and stared at the driver until he turned back around and started driving. Sometimes it was good being an Avenger; people would count on them to encounter all sorts of alien life forms.
Tony looked at Davy, smiling softly, then leaned slightly against him and felt tentacles wrap comfortingly around his middle and neck. All was well in the world.
to be continued…
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Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
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4: Primer
When Tony stirred again, it took him a while to recall what exactly had happened, where he was - and whom he was with. He felt slightly disoriented, yet not sick. If he’d gotten smashed last night, this was perhaps the least painful morning in memory.
Blinking, he looked to the side and wondered if he had scored some drugs instead, because that would explain a lot - starting with the alien version of Davy Jones from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. However, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he felt peace descend upon him; an absolute belief that all was right and well in the world; that this was where he should be.
The transparent-on-black eyes opened, the irises barely contracting as a reaction to the weak light in the room.
The room…
Tony looked around, seeing the dirty walls, dusty floors, a pile of mattresses beneath them. It was horrible, abandoned and smelly, but his mind just didn’t seem capable of reacting to this as he usually would, which would have been deep repulsion. Instead he just let it go, turning back to the other and leaning closer.
Tentacles began to move across his skin, and Tony’s entire body flushed in reaction. The damp, stale smell of the air was replaced by something sweeter that made his head spin. His face was caressed, intimately and lovingly, small nips of teeth exciting him and keeping his attention from slipping.
Tony studied the face in front of him as his blood pumped hotter. He didn’t feel hunger or thirst, just content to be here. All other needs were gone, giving him a peace he hadn’t known for a long time - perhaps ever.
“What’s your name?” he breathed out, wanting to know. It was important: he should know what to call the other.
“I have never been called anything,” the alien replied.
Tony blinked. “Never? By anyone?” That was wrong; everyone should have a name, something to use to refer to themselves at least. He smiled, recalling his earlier thought. “I shall call you Davy, then,” he suggested.
“If you want,” the other replied, still caressing him, not appearing to mind. “You have a name?”
“Tony,” he said earnestly, happy to give his companion that much of himself.
“Tony,” Davy tasted the word then let out that purring sound - as if he liked it, which made Tony unreasonably happy.
That happiness transformed into something else: his naked skin became sensitive, needing more of those touches, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him. The need returned, arousal and want consuming him. Tony didn’t know why exactly but he chose that moment to roll over, onto his stomach, then pulled his legs beneath him and lifted his ass, his back arching low as he presented himself to the alien in an attempt to signal what he wanted.
It made no sense, but that didn’t matter. Rational thinking disappeared as tentacles traced his backside, making his thighs quiver in anticipation as he held his position, breathing hard, so ready for it…
The first sensation of a tentacle slipping inside him made him keen and press his cheek into the dirty mattress. His chest ached from the stretch, the arc reactor pressing against his ribs and lungs but that was secondary to the sensation of being taken. A second tentacle joined the first, spreading slickness inside him and stretching him. There was discomfort but no pain.
A new smell hit him and he craned his neck to look back, to see Davy and confirm what some primal part of his brain was telling him. Between the alien thighs, something emerged from the folds of skin. It grew erect and the air was filled with the odor of lust and coupling, making Tony’s body respond in kind, his mouth open and panting as the tentacles held him open and Davy moved behind him, that slim organ pushing in between the tentacles, swelling slightly.
Tony closed his eyes and rocked back. It was like someone was repeatedly pressing the overload-button in his brain and when the alien behind him began to thrust, almost violently, Tony clenched his fingers in the mattress and took it, embracing it, floating in the scents, finally feeling filled with the rush of a warm, tingling sensation.
Davy pulled back slowly but the tentacles remained, pushing impossibly deep as if delivering his seed the rest of the way into the depths of Tony’s body - so deep it would never come out. The pressure shifted to drag across his prostate and Tony came with a sudden shout, body jerking before he collapsed, panting and drifting off in a matter of seconds.
- - -
When he awakened, it was to find that Davy was gone. The scent in the air suggested he would return soon, though.
Tony waited, biting his lips, not moving away from the mattresses. The lack of light suggested it was late so that meant he had slept for most of the day.
When Davy returned, it was with several bottles of water. He put them down upon reaching their makeshift bed and leaned forward to caress Tony’s body, as if to make sure he was alright. Tony leaned into him, kissed the tentacles in passing, then realized he was thirsty and reached for a bottle. He didn’t ask where the alien had got them; he was thankful, happy to accept the gifts.
Once he had had a drink, Davy slid back onto the mattresses with him, still examining his body. It felt like the most natural thing for Tony to present himself again, feeling the biological need arise to couple, to have the other inside him, to be filled and taken care of…
- - -
Sleep, sex and a drink of water was what filled Tony’s hours.
After the mad need for sex was fulfilled, he would lie next to Davy and explore his body, thriving in the closeness, licking, kissing and tasting every inch of him as he was caressed and loved in return. The light of the arc reactor filled the dark hours, making the black eyes seem even darker yet illuminated from within.
Eventually, though, it wasn’t enough. Tony’s body demanded food and he needed to see the sun, not just feel it through the dirty windows. It was time to leave, to go home, and he ventured out of their small hideaway, finding his clothes where he had left them when he first arrived. They were dirty from lying on the floor but he didn’t care, pulling them on and then looking at his alien lover, reaching out. “I will take you with me,” he said - pleaded.
Most of the tentacles lay against Davy’s body and an arm reached out, thin, clawed fingers carefully wrapping around his fingers. Tony smiled and pulled them towards the door.
It was after midnight and the darkness cloaked them well. Tony had to think for a moment, to recall where he had left the car; at the hotel.
Where were they now?
He looked around then reached for his pocket, giving up on his navigational skills. Pulling out his phone, he noted it was shut down. When had that happened? Maybe when he first entered the building; he had a faint recollection of not wanting to be disturbed, that he knew he wanted to be left alone with the other once he found him again.
Switching it on and logging in, Tony was at once assaulted by several notifications for unanswered calls and messages ranging from Pepper to all the Avengers - even Fury. He dismissed them for now and connected with J.A.R.V.I.S. instead.
“Sir,” the AI responded promptly, “there have been deep concerns for your sudden disappearance.”
“Yeah?” Tony frowned.
“You have been missing for four days, sir. Shall I alert the Avengers to your location?”
“No, don’t,” Tony said quickly. “Just… get me a ride or something.”
“Very well, sir.” At least J.A.R.V.I.S. knew when not to ask questions.
It was only some time later that a cab arrived, stopping next to them. Tony knew that in such a remote area, there was only one reason for a cab to be here at this precise time and he got in, Davy following him.
The driver looked through the rear-view mirror, checking them out - then almost jumped out of his skin, twisted in his seat and stared at Davy as if he’d just seen an alien.
“Drive,” Tony snapped, offended. He gave the name of the hotel where his car was still parked, most likely, and stared at the driver until he turned back around and started driving. Sometimes it was good being an Avenger; people would count on them to encounter all sorts of alien life forms.
Tony looked at Davy, smiling softly, then leaned slightly against him and felt tentacles wrap comfortingly around his middle and neck. All was well in the world.
to be continued…
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