1 | i don't fuck WITH monsters i just fuck 'em

[primarina]

It’s 📆 COCKtober 🍆🎃 u know 😦what😦 that 😏means😏 👀👅

y'all know what to do, just post a toplevel, be as detailed with your monster descriptions as you like and tag around.

we all boning monsters here anyway so no shaming, ofc. go make some money and worry about yourself.

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[faireleclown]

[ why wouldn't you hang up children??? wataru only feels it's natural to. is there something in angels that say you don't? what a queer marriage this is... ]

No. [ not at all. he reaches out and lays his hand over eichi's, loosely curled ] None of them were you.

[ perhaps too simple an answer, given it isn't as if they've known each other long, and wataru sees eichi as his almost like a child does, but. an answer. ]

[idolworship]

( don't judge love at first sight. or first impregnation. anyway, it seems to have enough effect on eichi, and his expression softens. )

... Good. ( he turns his hand under wataru's, loosely lacing their fingers. ) I would have done the same for you.

( the veracity of his statement, as the scientists might say, has yet to be tested in truth, but since meeting wataru he's been so terribly occupied with thoughts of him it's hard to picture it being any different.

his gaze falls away; not really embarrassment, since it wasn't as if he was raised with that, but... )

... And, besides... I wouldn't mind playing again, if you'd like.

( despite all the fuss he'd made earlier about getting bit, )

[faireleclown]

[ despite all the fuss, hmm? wataru watches him, rubbing the side of his hand gently with his thumb, and sits up a bit better. ]

Would you like to christen our cove then? ♪

[idolworship]

Mmmm . . .

( eichi should, and he knows it, say something about limits. he should at least say something to ensure wataru doesn't get teethy a second time, or press something inside him again, or . . .

he really should, but it's kind of dull to sit someone down and try to explain the things you do and don't really like, in particular when you don't entirely dislike the things you say you don't like, and he's kind of felt warm and dripping between his legs since wataru carried him here, and he kind of really wants to do everything again, and, despite the stomach now, he really in particular liked the thing where wataru reached really deep inside him, so, he really can't be blamed for just

he tugs wataru's hand up, wetting his lips around the bone at the corner of his wrist. he guesses he can at least understand wataru's desire to bite, because eichi feels a little bit of that too, though, he thinks, for maybe different reasons. )

. . . I'd like that ♪ ( he drags his lips along wataru's palm, letting his tongue drag along the fingers, a faint press of teeth to skin, ) Besides, mm, if you're so intent on children ( plural, ) . . . They said they don't know how many took to me, so... There's no harm being a little more certain, is there?

( being horny definitely clouds his judgment, but also, his stomach has been kind of annoying, and he's felt a little unwell (though that could easily be a side effect of the reconstruction they had to do to him), but this isn't ... the worst, if this is what having children is, petty as he'd felt about how their first encounter ended.

and, if anything, he'd quite liked the way wataru seemed to have fussed over this and that for him— grown so fond if only because of that first encounter. eichi isn't so privileged that he can choose how he's valued; if this is what it takes for wataru to like him, he supposes he doesn't mind. )

[faireleclown]

[ mmm, certainly there isn't any harm in that at all, and wataru reaches his other hand up to caress eichi's cheek, then lays it on the back of his neck to pull him closer. ]

I'll be gentle...♪ It'd be a crime to hurt any of them. [ whether or not he can actually stick to his words remains to be seen, though; his tentacles pulling themselves onto land aren't terribly gentle pushing at eichi's legs to get between his thigh and calf, to better wrap around them. ] Join me in the water ♪ I won't let you drown! I just don't want to dry out.

[idolworship]

( given the coolness of the cave seems to come largely from the water, eichi can presume easily that the water is likely colder than he has taste for at the moment, and he has a sense he shouldn't stay for very long. really, that along with the forceful grip of the tentacles around his legs should be a little more foreboding, too, but it only causes a shiver to run up his spine, his mind at odds with his beating heart. well ... )

You don't need to pull me in; I'll come myself. ( who's to say wataru wouldn't drown him on accident? regardless, ) I've never been in water before, either. I'll confess, I'm a little bit curious to know what it's like... ♪

( ... so that's what it comes down to: desire and curiosity exceeding an interest in health. leaving behind the fine sand mound he'd made for himself for warmth, he pushes himself closer to the water— closer to wataru, his breath warming wataru's lips, arms slipping around wataru's neck. certainly, this had to be some sort of repeated dream, to be so close again to wataru ... regardless of what cowl of a nightmare it might be inclined to take. )

... Mm, I'll entrust myself to you, then, Wa~ta~ru ♪

( he says his name like a song, catching pleasant in the ear. )

[faireleclown]

[ wataru shivers at the way eichi sings his name; he carefully guides him in regardless, the water indeed cooler than the habitat outside, but not as cold as he might expect it to be—octopus tend to be fonder of warmer waters after all, though wataru prefers something less caribbean himself. he's at least honest in not letting him drown—he moves closer to a wall to lean against it, easier for eichi to perch himself on top of him. easier for his tentacles to hungrily slide up his legs, thighs, submerged in water and not as slow as they'd been on land.

wataru kisses him then, slow, easy, pulling away a moment later; not too far, pulse humming. ]

Comfortable?

[idolworship]

( oh, a pleasant surprise. it's not as warm as he prefers, but it's tolerable enough-- more so when wataru's tentacles shoot around him as if to consume him. he finds he doesn't dislike this position, strange as it feels to be somewhat buoyant; he likes this, looking down upon wataru, being slightly above.

he likes the kiss even more, though, and it gives him pause; then, without answering, he leans in to kiss wataru himself, running his tongue along wataru's lips in something like excitement, otherwise eager and lingering. behind him, his halo whirrs in slow fascination, eichi settling - as much as he can, given the tentacles - into something like a straddle.

it's only when he pulls away, no further than wataru has pulled before, that he answers, his cheeks pinked. )

Mmm ♪ It's perfect; I'm fond... ♪ ( it's not perfect, but a bit of happiness and excitement is a great way to numb awareness. ) You keep showing me things I've never done before; its wonderful ♪

[faireleclown]

You sound so lovely, [ he murmurs, a hand keeping him steady while the other moves beneath his chemise, wasting no time in slipping into his underwear to stroke him. ] When you sing like that...♪ Will you sing more for me? Ei~chi.

[ a song of his own, low and heated, kissing him again; an appendage wriggles between them to join wataru's hand, albeit to the hole it'd been delighted to be in before, ghosting featherlight over his clit in a tease instead of actually touching him properly. ]

[idolworship]

( what persuades him most of all is the way wataru sings his name in return— he kisses back with warmer breaths, between each kiss notes that weave into a shuddering song, in the same angelic language he'd used before he'd known wataru was listening their first meeting.

he'd been half-hard already by the time wataru's started stroking him, and he presses into wataru's hand a little desperately— more desperately against the tentacle, as if to grind down against it, his song twisting into the melody of a whine (and somewhere in there seems to be wataru's name), fingers digging into wataru's skin; not to harm him, but it doesn't seem he takes to teasing well - or he takes to it too well - wanting so badly his pleasure now. )

[faireleclown]

[ that eagerness is exciting, wonderful, encouraging; better than the colder reception he'd seen, with eichi in a tree too far for him to reach without slinging a tentacle up with all his might. wataru rubs his thumb over the tip of him, humming happily but otherwise his pace is slow.

forcibly, if how his tentacles contract around eichi's legs and tremble against him, wanting to go sooner like before but hardly, hardly allowed to. he plays with him more, another wriggling its way to join the party but still, still, only teasing, sliding between his folds but not going in properly. wetting itself first the smooth topside and then the suckered side, no doubt a strange sensation to have rub nearly there but not quite. ]

[idolworship]

( it feels weird but not in such a terrible way, it beginning to drive him a little wild to feel at the same time the sharp pleasure from how wataru teases his tip, and wataru sliding between his lips but refusing to go in, each twisting of the twisting of the suckered side against his tender skin a sharp spike in sensation. )

Are you— Are you toying with me? ( he says as he breaks again from the kiss, his words slurring together in the scrapped rhythm of a song. ) Wa~ta~ru . . .

( a plea, withdrawing a hand to reach between his legs, pressing the tentacle there deeper along its side, a shiver running down his spine when the suckered side brushes against his clit— but he doesn't push it in, despite his desperation, finding more value in wataru being the one to do it. )

M-mm... While I was gone— when I was whole, I thought about this— and I thought about you, even more than I had before, and— ah...

( while those thoughts were mixed, there's no need for specificity right now, exactly; there's no denying a lot of those thoughts were a little like this in nature.)

[faireleclown]

[ despite his complaints he thought about this, hm? wataru laughs, bubbly, and brushes their noses together, mmm. ]

I thought about you too— Eichi ♪ [ it locks then, even more than i had before, and he finally lets one tentacle slip inside him at long last, the other traveling a little further back to pucker at his ass. ] Oh? Oh, oh? Eichi, did you think about me before you met me, too? You said you heard a little about me, but enough to think...? ♪

[ he kisses him again instead of letting him answer, twisting his tentacle the way he remembers eichi likes it. happy noise, both sets of skin flushing—one in waves, one more permanent and creeping. ]

[idolworship]

( he's horny!! leave him alone!!

his eyes faintly widen when he catches onto wataru catching onto what he'd said, but he's in no state to find some excuse to stammer, not when wataru's finally pushed inside him, eichi's wings fluttering--splashing--in the water, fanning out wide behind him. he moans a little breathlessly, and again even more shamelessly as wataru twists inside him, his vision blurring from the pleasure, ah--

he tries to push down harder on the tentacle, spreading his legs, offering better access for the tentacle behind him, too, eichi barely registering it but wanting, as if instinctively, wataru inside every part of him.

and when the kiss breaks he kisses him again, except he sort of misses, and he's kissing at his lips; the corner of his mouth; his jaw-- but he doesn't seem to care; he's pleading in song, but instead of angelic tongue it seems to all only be wataru's name in angelic accent, terribly pleasing to the ear, and terribly needy. )

[faireleclown]

[ what a beautiful noise, a beautiful sound, a beautiful creature. maybe the most beautiful—he's never had anything to measure eichi against, though, even with all he's seen none of them come close to this, and he pushes further into him, hurried to hit that point where it seemed like he shouldn't go and then some, and then some... the tentacle at his ass, slick with the sea water and eichi's own wetness, slides in, too, a little more gentle, exploratory, and two more wrap up his chest and curl around his breasts to squeeze them.

given his hands are occupied, one to hold him and the other to stroke him harder, a little rougher as he returns the fevered kisses, humming eichi's name against his skin. ]

[idolworship]

( he means to kiss wataru back and he sort of does, but the more of him wataru digs deeper into him the harder it is for him to keep together, notes and moans spilling from his mouth into wataru's own as if in desperate offering, as if begging for more despite wataru has given him already-- desperate, desperate, for more and more touch, more and more affection.

he twists into the tentacle pushing too deep inside him, trying to get - ah, ah - needing so badly for both front and back to press against that spot, needing them to go deeper, feeling a building heat like a fever in him, mitigated only hardly by the water--

until he really does go deeper, and if eichi weren't submerged already wataru's hand and tentacle might be slicker from how he feels wataru go too deep, rubbing against something like and electric shock and going further-- he jerks back from the kiss as if desperate for air, his body trembling as his head hangs over watarru's shoulder, arms hugging him weakly there. )

W-Wataru-- It's, ah, Wataru, I'll--

( it hurts and his insides tighten around him wetter and warmer, as if to swallow him in because it feels so-- and it's even worse when he does because he feels the suckers pressing even harder against him when he does. ah, it's really, ah he can feel himself getting hotter and hotter from his belly, radiating outward, and he leans his weight more heavily against wataru, his breasts pressed against wataru's chest and squeezed tight by his tentacles, and he swallows, feeling himself building and building like a boiling pot, and )

Wataru<-i>--

( and even though he wants more, even though the whole of him squeezes more tightly around wataru's shape, his body trembles and jerks and wings arch out behind him as he comes with a pretty sound, his arms dripping sticky at wataru's shoulders, too warm to completely keep his shape. but even when he seems to fall limp and panting against wataru, the inside of him still contracts tight around him, painful for eichi and yet still heated-- he's still whimpering, still trembling, and the feathers of his wings fluff out where they're dry, halo whirring without reset. )

[faireleclown]

[ something new, something exciting, and wataru lifts one hand to clean it off with his mouth; this is a different taste, too, one he hums appreciatively at. he isn't sure if it's better than how eichi tastes when he bites him (and he does nibble, a little, at eichi's too warm body, jaw and neck and shoulder, sucking at the skin), but it's good.

very good.

his tentacles retreat just a little in him, not all the way but more of making room for more of them to push in, taking advantage of the octopus' natural inclination to flexibility for the purpose of fitting into tight spaces. the one in his ass, at least, slips out and trails up his back the way it'd done before, rubbing between his wings as if to soothe him— ]

I love how you sound, [ wataru murmurs against his ear, pushing a hand through his hair loosely, ] when you do that, Eichi. Can you do it again..~?

[idolworship]

( he whimpers, half-feverish and half-conscious, as wataru seems to pull out, squeezing his legs like he means to forbid it. but wataru relaxes him— the little nibbles should scare him, should make him alarmed in the memory of something unwelcome, but they don't; he finds a soothing sort of rhythm to the way wataru tugs and sucks at his skin, the same way he likes the way wataru's tentacles feel (a little bit silly, a little gentle and charming) against his wings, and both both sensations pair to make him melt, relaxed against him, very much like putty. (it's the cooler water, ironically, that keeps his temperature a little better balanced.)

a low, pleasant sort of whine escapes him when his awareness slowly floods the rosy warmth inside his head again, more of wataru pushing inside him causing his wings to stiffen— and then relax again, sinking flat against the water, fanning out in anticipation. ah, ah, )

... P-push... ( he exhales, turning his nose into the crook of wataru's neck, dragging his warm lips against it, ) ... Push in deeper, where you were before, it's— ( painful ) —it's wonderful, you're wonderful, Wataru... ♪

( wataru had said he'd loved eichi's voice, but eichi thinks he's come to love wataru's; the way he says love, love, the way it sounds against his ear and makes him shiver, the way he talks when he holds him, brushes his hands through his hair—

wataru in him felt wonderful, but eichi thinks maybe this is just as nice, or maybe even better. fortunately, nothing's asking him to choose. )

I like it... Mmh, I love it, how you feel in me... ♪ I love your pretty colors; the way you feel around me ♪ ( ah - mm, he rests his weight a little heavier on him to help the tentacles get easier in, tired but willing still. his stomach presses light against wataru's own- eichi's a little warmer than even the rest of his body. ) I'll sing only for you, Wataru, Wataru, Wataru... ♪

[faireleclown]

[ the tentacles, encouraged, push deeper; wataru slowly lowers them both more into the cooler water, until they're both mostly submerged. the suckers pop at his skin where they squeeze and travel, pulling his legs open a little wider, and wataru hums softly, musically, happily. ]

You won't run away again? [ he nips a little harder. ] You won't go in that "tree" again, will you? Ei~chi.

[ another harder nip, on his collarbones, lips brushing the top of his breasts. ]

[idolworship]

( his body trembling and his eyes wet with tears feeling himself stretched too wide, dug in too deep, he digs his nails into wataru's skin, his heart races, stumbles faster. and even now inside him he squeezes tight and hot around wataru despite how he's spread bare for wataru to see, a little less giving than last time because the water keeps his body a little colder, but still wet in his arousal. )

I won't, I won't—

( an easy promise to make all warm and flustered, when wataru's pushing in him deeper than anything's meant to go— but he'd deal with the trouble from it later, he can do his thinking later. a breathless, lyrical whine draws from his lips as wataru twists around him, twists in him, bites into— ah,

his nails drag along wataru's back, as if to get his attention.)

B-be... ( a shaky breath, heavy and chest heaving beneath the tentacles that embrace it, seem to leave his skin so hot each place the suckers pop, ) Be... gentle, not dull; be slow...

( mmh, it's hard to articulate himself when he feels so dizzy, mmmmm,

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to wataru's hair, ah, )

I'd like— I want to enjoy it too, Wa~ta~ru... ♪

[faireleclown]

[ he doesn't want to pass out again. wataru's tentacles follow eichi as he lifts him a little, passing over his appendages to nibble his breasts and trace the tip of them with his tongue. fascinating, soft, warm... not as warm now but, warm... ]

I'll try. [ a fair promise, he thinks, not having to fight instinct as much right now— he tilts his head back up, kisses eichi's neck, slow. ] Mm, the mother should be the one eating anyway, shouldn't he? I wonder what he wants... A taste of the father, maybe? Mommy, do you want that? ♪

[ one of the tentacles around his breast pulls off, presses against eichi's mouth instead, caresses his lips with its tip. ]

[idolworship]

( mmh,he was sort of getting into it as wataru was working his way down along his breast, and he's sort of disappointed when wataru stops, though he doesn't have a mind to protest in his state.

he's a little vague in registering what wataru says at first given he's a little distracted with other sensation, recognizing sensation better; how nice wataru's kisses feel (he thinks he really likes those, best on the lips), how his skin feels hot where wataru's suckers part from it, and how he regrets their going-- and how there's something at his mouth now. he opens his mouth for it a little greedily, before ... ah, a taste for him?

how curious.

forcing himself to focus a little more on his upper mouth more, he extracts a hand so he can take up the tentacle pressed against (or, well, in, since he'd mistakenly taken it in with other things in mind) his mouth, pressing the smooth end along his feverish cheek, as if to check for something-- he pauses, gaze a little half-lidded but a little more alert than before, and, mmmhh ... )

... You're a little cold... ( he runs his tongue along the length, this time for the salty taste. ) ... But I'd really like to know what you taste like, Wataru... ♪

( and it should perhaps seem odd he takes so easily to eating, but eichi doesn't explain it; instead he opens his mouth wide, and bites - tears - through the tentacle with his heavy breaths. it's the first time he's had something so rubbery, and so it isn't an easy snack, but -- ah, he lays his weight a little heavy against wataru again, a heat building in him around wataru's tentacles and his dick, his face a little more flush. it's a labored effort, and his wings stretch though partly submerged, but he seems to either like wataru, or simply like eating-- enough that it arouses him, and he doesn't seem intent on stopping yet, enamored with the novelty of the taste.. )

[faireleclown]

[ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that hurts. wataru sucks in a breath, tentacles in eichi twisting together and the one being bitten thrashing slightly in his hand, though not hard enough to actually jerk from his grip. he holds him tightly, face pressed into his skin, and if angels could bruise eichi would have ones in the shape of suckers, of wataru's hands.

he seems to like it though, hot and hotter, and wataru noses his throat, nibbling at it again as a distraction from the curling, hurting tentacle being thoroughly devoured. like most octopus, it's chewy and a bit bland, though he has been in saltwater this whole time—it's probably a fair bit of that. despite his octopus lower half, the blood that begins to cloud the water is a deep, heavy red—

wataru does, after a bit, jerk his tentacle from eichi, the saltwater stinging even as what's left of it curls up. ]

N...Not too much, Eichi. You'll choke. [ probably. maybe. it does get thicker and thicker in circumference, matching his human-sized body. ] Did you like it..? ♪

[idolworship]

( eichi had fallen entirely in love with having wataru; or, at least, he looked like it with how quickly and eagerly he ate, and how flushed and loving his gaze was, his gaze unfocused as if drunk. he'd run his tongue along the bitten wound, fondly licking up the blood that flowed heavy from it, dribbling down his chin and polluting the water.

when he didn't bite off chunks, he liked to chew off the suckers best of all, like teething off the topping from a dessert, and he liked to let his teeth tear vertical along the smooth side, and dig his tongue into the open wounds, tear them deeper and wider until he'd torn a new piece off.

angels might be able to bruise, and that much they'd probably see the results of soon enough; and if angels could puur, eichi would be purring— and he does, in a sense: a deep rumbling hum drips from his lips as he eats; one of deep, gluttonous satisfaction.

he hadn't any regard for how thick wataru's tentacles were getting as he ate further along them, and really might have choked if he'd kept going— and he would have, too. eichi, who was not normally prone to force, gripped the tentacle tightly as it finally jerked free and receded, as if stubborn to let go.

it's wataru's voice that seems to bring him back, though his somewhat drunken demeanor remains. )

... Mmmh... I do... I haven't tasted anything better... ♪ ( he noses his bloodied lips against wataru's hair, wrapping his arms around wataru's shoulders. ) Won't you let me have a little bit more...? Wa~ta~ru... ♡ ... Unless...

( he says, but he swallows, and instead presses a hand gently against the back of wataru's head, into his neck where he'd felt wataru teething him. he exhales a warm, shuddering breath of anticipation, his insides constricting around wataru's tentacles deep in him. )

Unless Papa would rather have his turn now...? Mmh, just don't take too much warmth from the child... ♪

( any hesitation he'd had about it just a little while prior, or that'd driven him to go into the tree, seem to have been washed away, at least for now. he's in a very, very good mood. )

[faireleclown]

[ papa would love his turn, but his tentacle still smarts (hurts more, when it retreats beneath him to hide in the saltwater, curling tighter and tighter), and... mm, well, papa would love his turn, and mama is more than accommodating, now. he nibbles eichi's neck gently, grip softening the longer his hurt limb stays in the water and grows numb with pain.

mm, well. ]

Mama is so willing now, hm? ♪ Was he just hungry the last time we played? [ no wataru you sprung surprise cannibalism on him— well, he knows that much. he does, and he remembers that eichi said angels "destabilize" when they're bitten, and that isn't a pleasant word... wataru presses his tentacles further into eichi, eyes closed. ] Are you going to "destabilize" if I do so, Mama?

[ a beat, and he kisses his neck, to his ear. ]

...Can you handle it, Eichi?