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To say the Underdark was dangerous was a bit more than an understatement. All manner of creatures and things that wanted Blurg dead were scattered across this place, and he’d had more than his fair share of bad experiences. It was enough, eventually, to convince him to stock up on a few extra evocation spells that last time they’d been surface-side. Omeluum preferred protection spells, but it also had the ability to blast creatures away with its mind — a skill, Blurg often reminded it, the hobgoblin did not and could not possess.
“This is fair,” Omeluum conceded. “But fireball seems a touch…excessive.”
“It’s just in case,” Blurg said, unrolling the scroll to write it in his book. “Better safe than sorry.”
Omeluum hovered over Blurg’s desk, laying a tentacle over his hand gently. “I do prefer you to be safe.”
Blurg smiled, lifting the tentacle to his lips. “I know.” He spent the evening copying the scroll into his spellbook, before being convinced by Omeluum to retire early.
Their relationship had changed drastically over the last year. Gone were the days of careful glances and tentative hands — Omeluum touched and held Blurg frequently, and Blurg did the same. So rarely did they get visitors that they had to remind one another to be less…familiar, in front of the wandering adventuring party. And Omeluum was still a mind flayer — there were people who thought to attack it on sight.
They could typically end these altercations quickly, and without injury, but occasionally things did have to end violently. More often than not, it was Omeluum who suffered.
“I don’t understand why you don’t fight back,” Blurg muttered, wrapping its wounded arm. He remembered that first time Omeluum had saved him, blasting the hook horrors that had Blurg cornered like they were nothing.
“There is a difference between a creature of the dark and those explorers.”
“Explorers,” Blurg muttered. “They wouldn’t even hear you out.”
“I frighten them. Fear makes humanoids…difficult to deal with.” Omeluum rarely made noises of discomfort when Blurg tended to it. It seemed not to feel the pain in the same way. “And besides, my…abilities might be too much for many of them to handle. I would not want to cause irreparable damage.”
“I would consider your death fairly irreparable damage,” Blurg said bitterly, “but I suppose I see your point.” He sighed. “I don’t want you to hold back for anyone’s sake. If you’re in danger, protect yourself.” Blurg took one tentacle in hand and gently caressed the length of it. “I quite like having you around.”
“I have noticed,” Omeluum said. “I quite like being around. I will keep this in mind, should the occasion arise again.”
Sometimes, the most dangerous things in the world didn’t look like monsters.
Sometimes, they looked like friends. They smiled, and had warm laughs and handsome profiles. They shared their drinks and bought supplies. Blurg wouldn’t have believed the men he’d traded with not two hours before would have come back and done what they did, but he was dreaming when they returned, shaken from his slumber by Omeluum.
“There is trouble,” it said, and teleported away.
“Omeluum—” Blurg swore and kicked back the blankets, pulling on his robe and running out into the colony.
The myconids wailed.
“Maabet!” Blurg cursed again and looked around for Omeluum. It was currently shielding a group of myconids from an incoming lightning bolt, but it seemed unharmed. Blurg knew better than to question its ability to take care of itself. He made his way to the Sovereign.
Are you injured?
The Sovereign gave a great sigh. Blurg felt its hurt, its anger.
No. I am whole.
“Good enough. Let me—”
A bolt whizzed past Blurg’s ear, sinking deep into the Sovereign’s shoulder. It groaned in pain. Blurg turned to find the handsome stranger who’d traded with him climbing towards them. Without thinking, he cast a wall of thorns between himself and the Sovereign.
“Step aside, goblin.”
“I can’t do that.”
“There’s coin in this, for you. And your friend, if it behaves.”
Blurg scowled. “We are not for sale.”
The man smiled. “That’s a pity,” he said. “I think we could have been excellent business partners.” He pointed his crossbow at Blurg. “Tell me, do you still believe in your old gods, goblin? Think they’re listening to your prayers?”
There was the crackle of magic, the smell of the air growing hot with aberrant energy as Omeluum teleported behind the man. Blurg nearly backed into his own wall of thorns.
“Stay down,” Omeluum ordered, and wrapped his tentacles around the man’s head.
There was…a crunch. A sound like Blurg had never heard before. He knew how Omeluum fed. He’d turned politely away many times before. It needed nutrients. It needed to survive. It was not Blurg’s place to judge.
He’d never…listened. Never heard the cracking of bone and squelch of tissue as Omeluum’s mouth dug into the man’s brain and consumed. He’d never seen the way the victim’s eyes rolled back and their face lost color and their body slumped in the cradling embrace of Omeluum’s tentacles. The man was gone. Even as his arms and body twitched, as blood streamed from his nose and down his face, he was still alive. But he was most certainly not there. There was a wet noise, like…like the last spoonful of soup being slurped from the bottom of the bowl.
And then the man was dead.
Omeluum hovered above him. The sounds of the battle were gone. The other invaders seemed to have given up. As quickly as it had started, the fight was over.
Blurg stared at the back of the dead man’s head, the hole made by Omeluum’s mouth, the skull that was now empty. He swallowed. Looked up.
Omeluum knelt in front of him. “Are you alright?”
“I…yes. Yes, I’m fine.” The wall of thorns came down behind him.
“I see you have protected the Sovereign without the need of fireball.”
Blurg felt himself smile. “Somehow, yes.”
Omeluum touched Blurg’s cheek with a bloody tentacle. “Safe,” it said, as if reassuring itself.
Blurg covered the tentacle with his hand and nodded. “Safe,” he answered.
Blurg was a bad hobgoblin.
All the instincts he’d been born with were largely tempered by his desire for knowledge. Research and data acquisition took priority on any given day, and he was far happier with a scalpel or pen in hand than a battleaxe.
But he could not shake loose the sight of the man dying in Omeluum’s tentacles. He couldn’t un-hear the sound of bone cracking, like it was just a shell. He supposed, in some way, that’s all a skull really was. A shell, to protect the delicate, tender flesh inside.
His instincts desired blood. He slaked that thirst with exploration. His instincts desired violence. He cured that with books.
There was no cure to this newfound fascination. There was no answer. He relived the moment again and again, watching Omeluum grapple the man and then —
Blurg shuddered. He was a bad hobgoblin, and an even worse lover, it seemed. He’d simply have to soldier through this. Straighten up and move on. It was beyond inappropriate for him to be aroused by what Omeluum had done.
…Wasn’t it?
It certainly didn’t feel inappropriate. Not when he was alone with his thoughts, bathing in the stream, relaxing in the hidden hot spring they’d discovered some months back. He gripped his cock in hand and closed his eyes, thinking of the strength in those tentacles, remembering how they’d so often held him down and taken him dozens of times by now. Blurg usually retained some sort of mobility, a way to wriggle free from Omeluum’s grasp. He thought about being denied that, and his climax came faster than he could realize, punched out of him as he gasped for air in the heat of the spring.
Gods, he thought. Am I truly so far gone?
It was an easy enough secret to keep, all things considered. Though Omeluum communicated and perceived the world largely with its mind, it never pried, unless Blurg allowed it to. Even in moments of intimacy, Omeluum would only push, gently, at the edge of Blurg’s thoughts. Blurg usually allowed it entry, because Blurg’s thoughts were usually not primarily occupied with the vision of his partner consuming a man’s brain. On this particular evening, Omeluum eased one tentacle inside Blurg while another curled around his cock and stroked with purpose. Its body moved in a steady rhythm, settled between Blurg’s legs, carefully pushing and pulling, its other two tentacles roaming over Blurg’s chest and arms.
There was a question, a request — to allow it access required nothing more than for Blurg to open the proverbial door of his own mind and Omeluum would walk in.
But he couldn’t. Even here, pleasured beyond his wildest dreams, cared for under the persistent press of Omeluum’s tentacles, Blurg kept the door shut tight. If Omeluum noticed, it did not seem bothered. Not then. Blurg felt the edge of its telepathy pull back. He was grateful, even as he missed the warmth it provided. He enjoyed the feeling of Omeluum in his mind. It felt like there was nothing secret between them.
Except this.
Omeluum focused on something else. Another tentacle pressed into him, joining the other, before a third followed. Blurg arched his back and gasped, full and wanting, pleading words falling off his tongue before he could stop them, common and otherwise. He came with a shout under Omeluum’s expert touch, making a mess of himself in the process. He knew without the feedback loop of his own climax, Omeluum’s own would not be as satisfying, but it seemed pleased with the outcome either way, sliding one tentacle through the mess of come on Blurg’s stomach.
Blurg watched the end of that tentacle disappear behind the others. Omeluum had tasted him before. It meant something…different, now.
He shook off the feeling, and put a trembling hand on Omeluum’s head. “Thank you.”
“You always say that,” Omeluum mused. “Thank you as well. Let me clean you.” It moved from the bed and returned with a fresh cloth. Blurg allowed himself to be fretted over for a moment before he scoured himself clean the rest of the way with a bit of magic and moved to stand.
“....Are you well?” Omeluum asked.
“Hm?” Blurg began gathering what he needed to make a cup of tea. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Quite, particularly after that.” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Omeluum’s head.
“You seem…distracted.”
Blurg, to his credit, did not hesitate or stop what he was doing. “It’s been a stressful time,” he said. “Since the attack…” He shook his head. “Forgive me, if I seem not quite myself.”
“Of course,” Omeluum said. It didn’t mention the subject again.
“So.” Limeleech looked around the cave. “This is…nice. And the locals are quite interesting.”
“The myconids have been excellent hosts,” Blurg said. “Tea?”
“Of course.” She sat down at the table and began pulling things out of her bag. “I’ve brought some surface favorites, and some supplies. I appreciate you letting me stay here.”
“Certainly! I hope your visit with your family is enjoyable.”
“It won’t be,” she said flatly. “Here.” She set a few bottles of wine, some ink, and a small stack of fresh journals on the table, along with a bag of what looked like sweets from a Baldurian confectionary.
“Dandelion wine. This brings back memories.” Blurg lifted the bottle and smiled. “You’re too kind. I’ll have to let this age properly.”
“Indeed.” She leaned back as he finished making her tea. “You and the mind flayer seem quite cozy.”
“Omeluum is a good friend, and an excellent partner.” Blurg set the cup in front of her. “We work well together.”
“That isn’t what I meant,” she said. “You’re not being very subtle, you know. I saw you two on my way in.”
Blurg cleared his throat and sat down across from her. “Did you now?”
“Mmhm. Care to spare any details?” She leaned close. “For science.”
“Absolutely not.”
Limeleech scowled. “Bah. You’re no fun.”
Blurg had half a mind to crack open the bottle of wine right then and there, but he’d only eaten breakfast a half-hour before, and he liked to at least pretend he kept some sort of schedule. He sighed. “You don’t think it will be a problem. For the rest of the Society?”
“Oh, hardly. I’m sure they’ll have their judgments, same as I.”
“Judgments?”
She laughed. “Certainly. It’s a mind flayer, Blurg. It feeds on brains.”
“I am aware,” he muttered.
“And it’s…well—” She took a sip of her tea. “I mean, frankly, at the end of the day, it can remain as well behaved as it would like, but ultimately it’s just a monster.”
Blurg looked up sharply. “It isn’t. How can you say such a thing? It’s the very attitude we fight against each day!”
Limeleech sighed. “I suppose, yes. Perhaps my own perspective simply needs a bit of a shift. You have, afterall, spent more time with it. In more ways than one, it would seem.” She winked. “What does it taste like?” she asked.
“We are not having this conversation.”
“Fine.” She drew back and angrily sipped her tea. “Spoilsport.”
When Limeleech had taken some observations of the myconids for her linguistics studies, she moved on, beginning her journey home. Omeluum busied itself cleaning up after the day’s research as Blurg stole a sweet from the bag and let it melt on his tongue.
“...What you said was kind,” Omeluum said quietly. “To Limeleech.”
Blurg startled. “Oh! Oh, you heard?”
“Yes. She is an ambitious sort. I quite like her. I assumed she felt about me the way she described to you. Hearing you defend me was…nice.”
Blurg turned. Omeluum stood in the center of their little home, hovering slightly above the ground, fiddling with a specimen jar. The creature inside gave a muffled screech.
“Omeluum.” Blurg went to it and covered its hands with his own. “I love you.” He took one of its hands and lifted it to his lips. “There is no one and nothing I wouldn’t defend you from.”
“That is what the scroll of fireball is for, I suppose?”
Blurg chuckled. “Yes, that.” He turned to finishing cleaning up.
“...But you’re hiding from me, all the same.”
Blurg froze. “...What?”
“Your mind. You keep it…shut. Ordinarily, I would say nothing. But even before our relationship became intimate, you allowed me access to your thoughts. Suddenly you do not. If I have offended or upset you, I only wish you would say so. Your emotions are…more complex than my own. Your feelings far more intricate. They are not so easy for me to understand.” There was something…melancholic, about its tone. Blurg’s heart ached. “If I’ve hurt you, you must help me understand how.”
Blurg sighed. “My dear Omeluum…” He reached up and put a hand on the side of its head. “You did not hurt me. You could never.”
“But I could. I am a mind flayer. It is entirely possible that I could hurt you. I do not want to, you know this.”
“I know that quite well.”
“Then please. Help me understand.”
Blurg sighed. He looked up at his friend, his partner, the being he loved and adored. Perhaps secrets were no good for them anymore.
“Very well.” He took the screeching specimen from Omeluum and set it on the table before taking both its hands and placing them on either side of his head. “You can see,” he said. “I want you to see.”
Omeluum’s relief was palpable. It leaned in close and pressed the edge of its mind against Blurg’s. Their thoughts twisted and mingled in that oh-so familiar way — Blurg liked Omeluum’s mind. He liked hearing its thoughts and knowing how it felt. He liked making sure Omeluum knew how he felt and, for a moment, that’s all it was. A brief exchange of adorations. Mutual feelings of love and respect. There were thoughts of Omeluum, too. Of its hands and its tentacles. The way it looked when it slept and Blurg was allowed to see a thing no one else could.
And then — Blurg felt the secrets he’d been keeping float to the surface. He suddenly felt the rush of adrenaline through him as Omeluum experienced Blurg’s memory of that day. It saw through Blurg’s eyes as the man approached, offering him a deal. It felt Blurg’s disdain when the man invoked his gods, called him goblin, made veiled threats towards Omeluum.
And then Omeluum saw itself grapple the man with its tentacles, heard the noises Blurg could not unhear, felt the rush of excitement and fear —
It suddenly withdrew. Blurg gasped as it did, pain spiking through his mind. “Omeluum—”
“I frightened you that day.”
“N-no! No, you didn’t! It—”
“I could feel it.” Omeluum moved back. “You’re afraid of me.”
“Omeluum, please.” Blurg stepped closer, but there was that familiar crackle of energy as Omeluum teleported away. He swore and looked around, hoping it had gone just outside, but Omeluum was nowhere to be seen. “Gods damn it all,” he muttered, carding a hand through his hair.
He’d mucked this up, and now he had to fix it.
He waited an hour, but Omeluum didn’t come back. The worried knot in his gut was only growing by the minute, so Blurg grabbed his pack and a few of his scrolls and went looking.
The myconids were less than helpful in finding his mind flayer. They had not seen or heard anyone go by. Blurg muttered his thanks and began making his way to their usual haunts. The stream where they cleaned themselves and their clothes was empty, save for a few flumphs splashing in the water. He went to one of Omeluum’s favorite places to pick mushrooms, but it wasn’t there, either.
When Blurg finally made his way to the hot spring, his heart could have burst with relief. Omeluum sat on a large rock, its bare feet submerged slightly into the warm water. It seemed lost in thought.
“...Omeluum.”
It didn’t turn, or speak. Blurg sighed and sat down on the rock beside it. Everything was quiet, save for the gentle bubble of the spring. Distantly, something screeched in the darkness.
Blurg opened his mouth to speak, but Omeluum spoke first.
“When I met you, I was afraid.”
Blurg frowned. “...You were?”
“Yes. I learned to approach any new partnership with a healthy dose of fear. It kept expectations low. If you disliked me, or didn’t want to work with me, I would be less disappointed. So I was afraid of you, for my own sake.”
Blurg reached for its hand. “My friend…”
“But you were good. And kind. You’ve loved me. That is not something I ever thought I would experience.” It looked at Blurg. “Whatever I can do, to undo this way I’ve made you feel, please tell me.”
Blurg sighed. “Omeluum. You must listen to me. You are being…illogical and jumping to conclusions without proper evidence. It’s just—just poor science, my dear.” He reached up and brought Omeluum’s head toward his own. “I am not afraid of you.”
“But I felt—”
“I was afraid. We were in danger, of course I was afraid! But I was not afraid of you. You protected me. Kept me safe!”
“What I did—”
“What you did is part of who you are. And I do not fear who you are, Omeluum.”
“...Who,” Omeluum repeated.
Blurg nodded. “Who.” He closed his eyes. “Will you stay a bit longer? In my thoughts? I want you to see something.”
Omeluum nodded. It reached again for Blurg and held his face in its hands. Their foreheads met, and Blurg opened his mind to Omeluum’s again.
The memory played, but Omeluum remained, feeling Blurg’s fear along with the sudden rush of excitement that came when Omeluum arrived, holding the man in its tentacles, cracking open the bone of his skull like it was no more than an egg. It felt Blurg’s sudden interest, the way he’d watched and listened.
And then it felt his arousal.
Omeluum’s hands squeezed Blurg’s head, ever so slightly, as the memory of Blurg touching himself and thinking of that moment passed between them. It made a noise, and Blurg reached up to cover Omeluum’s hands with his own. He gasped, feeling the ghost of his own pleasure in his mind, filtered through Omeluum’s. There was truly nothing quite like it.
This time, Omeluum pulled away carefully, but it kept its hands on Blurg’s face. “I…I see.”
“What you did,” Blurg murmured. “What you did for me. I cannot describe what it made me feel. But I know that it has…sparked something in me. A need. A desire.”
“I cannot do that to you. It would kill you.”
Blurg finally opened his eyes. “What? Oh! Oh, no, my dear. I do not want you to do that. But you…your strength. Your focus. Can you not see why I might find it…exciting?”
“Indeed. I find your own strength to be quite exciting as well.”
“I cannot hold a man down and consume his brains,” Blurg said flatly. “But I appreciate the compliment all the same.” He took one of Omeluum’s hands and kissed its palm. “I always desire you, in some way. But I have desired you recently in…a very particular way.”
Omeluum made a noise. “I can see that.”
“If I’ve upset you—”
“You have not. Your mind is infinitely complex in a way I adore. I gain more from it being near me than I ever could from consuming it. And I see your fantasies quite clearly, Blurg.”
“Ah. Well. Good then.”
“Let us return home. I should like to explore them…in the flesh, so to speak, somewhere safe.”
“Oh, I think this spot might be—” Something howled and snarled in the dark, a bit too close for comfort. Blurg sighed. “Very well. Home it is.”
Omeluum was notably even tempered and careful. Its hands never pressed too hard or too fiercely, unless Blurg asked, and it would always choose to be cautious over anything else.
When they returned to their home in the colony, however, it immediately pushed Blurg against the stone wall of the cave and drew quite close.
“These are superfluous,” it said, tugging at Blurg’s robes.
“A moment, then.” Blurg quickly undressed as Omeluum did the same. He struggled with his boots, kicking them away as he felt tentacles rushing to touch him, hold him, restrain him.
He was hard. He’d been hard since their moment at the hot spring, but now his cock was stiff and leaking against his stomach. Omeluum reached down and curled a slender hand around it, the way Blurg had shown it he liked.
“Omeluum.”
“You want to be held.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to prevent you from moving.”
“Yes.”
A tentacle pressed insistently at Blurg’s mouth. He opened and it slipped inside.
“And you would like me to use these to do it.”
Blurg made a noise and nodded.
“Very well.” The tentacle slid out with a wet noise. Blurg suddenly felt the familiar sensation of weightlessness as Omeluum waved a hand and moved him across the room to their bed. It followed, quickly using two tentacles to hold down Blurg’s arms as it settled between his legs. “You seem preoccupied with this particular fantasy.”
“The, ah—” Blurg hissed as another tentacle ghosted against the hard line of his cock. “The heart wants what the heart wants, I suppose.”
“I do not think this has much to do with your heart, as its only job is to continue beating through the process.”
“The figurative heart, my dear.”
Omeluum paused. “Yes,” it finally said. “I understand. My figurative heart also desires certain…things.”
“You never talk about them.”
“I wasn’t sure how to begin the process. Now I know better.”
Blurg had never considered if Omeluum had fantasies. It had spoken about imagining them together when they had first confessed, but beyond that, it didn’t express any desire other than a singular one for Blurg himself. A desire for connection, it seemed, above all else.
Gods, he thought, what could a mind flayer fantasize about?
I will happily show you someday, Omeluum answered in his mind. Blurg moaned — he adored these moments of private telepathy, they did something to him, something he couldn’t explain. He was quite certain there must be something chemical about this particular bond. One day he’d have to find out what. Perhaps some divination magic might —
“Ah!” Blurg’s thoughts were interrupted as a tentacle wound its way around his cock, stroking slowly. “Oh, yes—”
“I have witnessed you climax multiple times in one evening six times previously,” Omeluum said idly.
“H-hobgoblin physiology. Or so I suspect.”
“An interesting theory. I would like to test it again.”
“Ha! I’m sure you would. V-very well.” He groaned. “How many times should I finish for you this evening?”
Omeluum seemed to be seriously considering this, even as it stroked Blurg’s cock. “Three,” it said.
Blurg moaned again. “I think perhaps you’re overestimating my abilities.”
“Three,” Omeluum repeated, squeezing the tentacles around Blurg’s wrists just a bit tighter. “If that is alright with you,” it added.
“I will do my very best for you,” Blurg said. He kept his gaze on Omeluum, who blinked slowly. There was a ripple among its tentacles, revealing the sharp rows of teeth around its mouth. Blurg had touched them a few times before, but Omeluum seemed nervous about it each time. Blurg swallowed. “...Your mouth,” he said.
“Yes?”
“I…bring it closer?”
Omeluum shuddered. “It is dangerous, Blurg.”
“Haven’t you had your fill of brains these days?”
“That is not what I mean.”
Blurg nodded. “I understand. But I know you won’t hurt me.”
Omeluum considered this for a moment. Then, slowly, it leaned in, parting its tentacles so Blurg could see its mouth. The teeth were lined in neat, concentric rows. Blurg had seen the clean holes left behind after Omeluum consumed a humanoid’s brain, but he hadn’t properly considered their appearance. Omeluum guarded its mouth carefully, even when the two were very close.
This was trust, Blurg realized. Omeluum trusted him to see this part of itself, as much as Blurg trusted it not to kill him.
Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the outermost edge of Omeluum’s mouth. It made a noise, but it didn’t pull away. Blurg did it again on the other side. The tentacle around his cock moved faster, and Blurg felt the sudden heat of his first orgasm growing. Just being this close, knowing Omeluum let him be this close — it was more than enough to get him to the edge.
Omeluum drew back, shuddering as it pressed its mind against Blurg’s to share the sensation between them. Back and forth, the feeling traveled, each of them feeling the other’s excitement that Blurg had been so close, that he’d seen something so incredible.
I adore you, he thought — or maybe it was Omeluum’s thought. Or maybe it was both of them. Words, feelings, sensations, all at once.
I love you. I trust you.
The tentacle around his cock squeezed, and the two around his wrists gripped tighter. Blurg pushed against them — and he couldn’t move. He gasped as the last tentacle laid over the curve of his throat like a promise. Another time, Omeluum thought, as Blurg came with a moan. He felt his spend hit his neck and chest as Omeluum released his wrists. They would likely bruise tomorrow. He took a few steadying breaths.
“That was…”
“Yes,” Omeluum agreed.
“Water?”
Omeluum hummed and waved its hand. A bottle floated towards them. Blurg plucked it out of the air and sat up to take a long drink. Tentacles hovered around him. Omeluum floated the water away when Blurg was done, and Blurg took a tentacle in one hand and pressed it to his lips.
“...Hold me?” Blurg asked. Omeluum nodded, sitting up and reaching out to draw Blurg close with its tentacles, bringing him into its embrace. They enveloped him like a hug, one around his waist, another around the back of his neck as the other two curled over his arms and laid across his back. Like this, Blurg could see the edge of Omeluum’s mouth again, but now its hands were free to move Blurg wherever it liked. Omeluum rolled swiftly to its back and laid Blurg on top of its chest, parting its legs as it held him close.
Blurg slid his hands up Omeluum’s back and curled his fingers around its shoulders, grinding into the smooth plane between its legs. He wasn’t hard yet, but Omeluum didn’t seem quite finished with him, and Blurg was by no means ready to throw in the towel.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he murmured.
“Perfection doesn’t exist,” Omeluum said.
“Perhaps not in nature. But to me? It most certainly does.”
Omeluum made a soft noise. “I do not know what to say when you express yourself like this.”
“Perhaps it’s not in your nature. To do so, or to understand.” Blurg leaned down and kissed the root of one tentacle. “I’d like at least one of these inside me before we’re through.”
“I have seen your desires,” Omeluum said. “And I can give you what you want.” It unwound its tentacles from around Blurg’s body before pulling him up a bit higher. “Sit up on your knees,” it said, “and straddle my chest.” Blurg nodded. Omeluum’s body was slight, especially compared to his own. He felt too large to be there, but Omeluum had seen what he desired, and seemed to want the same thing.
One tentacle, slick already, slid beneath him and pressed up along the curve of his ass, teasing for a moment before the tip began to circle his hole. Blurg shivered, feeling it catch along the rim before it began to push gently inside. His cock was growing hard again, so he reached down to curl one hand around it — until another tentacle curled around his wrist again and pulled it away. He looked and saw another wrap around the other wrist, holding his arms away from his body.
“Omeluum—”
“You wanted to be restrained. You wanted it done this way.”
“Y-yes,” Blurg managed. “I do.”
“You trust me.”
“Always, yes.”
“I will not disappoint you,” it said, and the tentacle inside him pushed deeper.
There was something about that feeling — a cock didn’t feel that way. It couldn’t move and twist inside as it began to fuck him, slow and steady. Blurg moved to brace himself on Omeluum’s chest, but his arms wouldn’t budge. As small as Omeluum could appear, as gentle as it was, its tentacles — and its will — were strong. Unmoveable. It was going to keep him there, exactly the way Blurg wanted.
His cock twitched.
“Gods—” he muttered. “Fuck—”
“Indeed,” Omeluum agreed, though its voice was not so steady now. Blurg liked that. He liked that he could be the one to rattle Omeluum’s cage, so to speak. He liked that, when they were together, Omeluum flitted between extreme expressions of emotion. It could become angry and protective, suddenly emotive and joyful. These were rare, few and far between, and its voice rarely changed pitch. To an outsider, there was no difference. But Blurg knew. He knew quite well.
As he was growing comfortable with the situation, the second tentacle began to push inside him, twisting along the first. One was a decent size — not too thick, but still enough to satisfy. He’d had as many as all four in him, only once before, but he found that two was the perfect middle ground. Enough for him to feel full and stretched, enough that he could ride them. It came naturally, pushing himself up as Omeluum slide its tentacles almost completely out. Blurg dropped down as they thrust up, and he cried out, unable to move his upper body.
“Y-yes, yes—” His body quivered and eventually he was moving without really knowing, up and down, the tentacles inside him slick with their own lubricant. He could feel how they were wrapped around one another, the way they filled him. Blurg’s head fell back — he was as helpless as that man had been, cradled in Omeluum’s embrace, unable to escape the strength of its tentacles.
They could do so much. They could give him so much.
Blurg was no longer the one in control of how his body moved — and that was perfectly alright. He let himself be held and used, breath coming in deep, aching gasps. The world was focused solely wherever Omeluum’s tentacles held or touched him. Nothing else mattered.
He came without either of them laying a hand on his cock, his orgasm yanked from him with a cry. Blurg barely registered the mess he made of himself as Omeluum’s tentacles kept going, fucking him through to the end, fucking him still after. The tentacles on his wrists eased him down, flat over Omeluum’s chest, before loosening their grip. The other two inside him began to slow their thrusts, pushing in and out slowly before they were buried deep and remained there. Blurg clenched around them and Omeluum made a rough sound. It reached up and took Blurg’s face in his hands, sliding one long, slender thumb into his mouth. The link between them was a sparking, writhing feedback loop. Blurg felt Omeluum’s pleasure intensely, same as Omeluum felt his. Then he felt his own, and then Omeluum’s again, then all of it together —
Omeluum’s cry cut through the fog in Blurg’s mind — and then it was quiet.
The world stopped spinning. The room was still. Everything was sore and Blurg could feel the mess he’d made of the both of them, but neither wanted to move. A tentacle idly stroked the point of one of Blurg’s ears. He shivered.
“Was that satisfactory?” Omeluum asked.
“Do you hear any complaints from me?”
“Rarely,” Omeluum said. Another tentacle touched his cheek. “I do not think I can exert myself this way every time.”
“Gods, no,” Blurg muttered. “I will certainly be feeling this for a few days.” He groaned and managed to push himself off Omeluum’s chest. “I think I may have to take a rain check on the, ah, third, if you don’t mind.”
“I do not. Perhaps the hot spring will prove…inspiring.”
Blurg chuckled. “Perhaps.” He cleaned up the mess he’d made of Omeluum’s chest before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the place where two of its tentacles met. “Thank you. For trusting me.”
“There is no one I trust more.” Omeluum sat up, and Blurg could feel its gaze on him as he tidied their room and fetched a fresh blanket from a chest in the corner. Blurg went to it, putting a hand on the side of its face. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Omeluum said. “I was merely attempting to find a word to describe this feeling. It has come up so many times since our relationship became more intimate, and I have struggled to name it.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, but I believe I have discovered it.”
Blurg waved a hand and snuffed out the candles in the room, plunging them into darkness. He threw the clean blanket over them and curled up on his side. “Well,” he said. “Don’t leave me in suspense.”
Omeluum reached out, tucking a stray bit of silver hair behind Blurg’s ear. “I feel…content,” it said. “Like I belong precisely where I should.”
Blurg smiled. “That’s a good feeling,” he said. “You know, many people never get to experience that. They struggle, for years and years.” Blurg knew — he most certainly had.
Omeluum made a soft, affectionate noise. “I am glad then, to have found it. And…to have found it with you.”
Blurg considered what else to say, but his mind was foggy with exhaustion, and his body was pleasantly tired and sore. He answered by moving closer, pressing his face against Omeluum’s tentacles, and receiving a gentle hand on the back of his head in response. He fell asleep, wrapped in its arms, and he knew, then, that life could be good.