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Just as he had thought that, the tentacle ventured further into him. It was still slow in its exploration but in exchange it was thorough and took its time to stimulate each new inch that it touched. Eventually it angled slightly off center and breached into an area that was usually only reachable by larger monsters, and the feeling made Emil shiver with elation. He loved being teased there and this new monster seemed to be able to tell judging by how much it was lavishing attention on that section.
Richter had seen this happen enough to know approximately where it was touching even if he hadn't been able to see a faint shifting outline of the appendage's movements. He traced the path with his fingertips and felt a push against them from the other side. "Good spot?" he asked, though the question was rhetorical at this point. The way Emil moaned and leaned his weight on Richter and slotted his head into the space between his neck and shoulder was all the answer that was necessary. Though that didn't stop Richter from murmuring into his ear, "You're really weak to having things deep, aren't you?" The shiver and hitch in Emil's breath turned up the heat for both of them.
Red-faced, Emil's unsuccessful attempts at words were breathless with the slightest hint of a whine to them. His voice cracked when the tentacle flexed and curled inside.
Though his eyes were dark with desire, Richter's voice was gentle. "Come," he urged softly. "I've got you."
The gentle encouragement and the dexterous movement inside him brought Emil to his first orgasm. In the steady grip of both the monster and Richter, he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over his entire body. It was only by some miracle that none of it ended up on Richter's clothes in the process. With that in mind, Richter stripped down after he was certain Emil wouldn't fall over without his extra support. He knew this wouldn't end with just one round and he wasn't about to test his luck again.
It seemed that the monster didn't intend to give Emil any rest save for retracting the ones from his chest, since even after the final spurt of the ejaculation he continued to squirm and mewl from the ceaseless motion inside him. The tentacle was more soft and flexible than anything Emil had ever taken, so as it gradually explored further in it wasn't deterred even by what he had thought to be an insurmountable bend at which a typical sexual organ would have been stopped by. A surprised yet pleased cry escaped him in reaction to having something enter him that far for the first time. With all the noise Emil was making, the enthusiastic plea for more that passed his lips once he was able to react verbally may as well have been a formality at this point.
There were plenty of things that Richter could do with Emil that monsters couldn't, but sometimes Richter couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the ones that were able to make Emil feel things that Richter couldn't replicate. That, however, was not mutually exclusive with the fact that he was hard from seeing Emil like this. Richter hadn't intended to participate beyond helping Emil get off or intervene if something was too much, but it seemed that the monster had other plans when it noticed that he was aroused. The tentacles that had wound around Emil's upper arms for support shifted slightly to one side so that Emil wasn't completely covering Richter's front. A much smaller tendril that wasn't even half the thickness of his little finger slithered into the space created between their bodies to coil itself around Richter's erection. It began to stroke languidly, and it was only when the touch had forced him to acknowledge it that Richter finally realized just how turned on he had become. That was unexpectedly thoughtful of it, given that it was already sufficiently occupied with Emil. Maybe this kind of monster had been able to pick up on Richter's predicament?
A drawn-out moan that pitched up at the end escaped Emil. "Mmmh! It's," he spoke between trembling breaths, "going even deeper…!"
While he arched his back and squirmed from his insides being played with, Richter tried to track the wild tangle of movement visible beneath Emil's stomach. Up, across, down…? That was impressive, Richter thought. It seemed that the monster's limb was long enough that it had traversed the entirety of the lower intestine. Richter became distracted wondering what the measurement would be if it was laid out straight. The thought was more arousing than he expected it to be. Either Emil's fetishes were contagious or they had awakened something that had been there to begin with.
Emil removed one of his arms from around Richter so he could feel the long tentacle shift around deeper and deeper against his own palm. "It feels like it's reaching somewhere it shouldn't…" Despite the alarming nature of that statement, Emil's eyes shone with an intense pleasure that was complemented by the sweet cries that escaped him.
"Ghk…!" Richter didn't get the chance to think about those words anyway. The slim tentacle had been focusing some much-needed attention on his slit, but Richter's focus had been divided to at least try to concentrate on what was going on with Emil. As such, he had no time to anticipate when it pressed more and pushed down into it.
The tentacle's natural slickness meant that it didn't hurt, but the shock of having such a sensitive place entered made Richter want to back away from it. If he hadn't been trapped within both the monster's and Emil's grasp, he probably would have. The most he could do was shift his hips around, which didn't accomplish anything. Since he had no frame of reference with this, every little sensation was entirely new. He wondered if having something enter him there was making even more of a mental impact than a physical one. His eyes were glued to the sight of it stretching his urethra just enough to allow itself passage. It moved in and out without hesitation as if that was a normal place for someone to be fucked. Richter was aware that, from the average person's view, a number of things that he and Emil got up to were beyond 'normal,' but that was beside the point.
With each thrust, more of its length slid into Richter. It was such a miniscule fraction each time that it progressed without him realizing it, until his breath hitched when the end of it probed against a spot that made him see stars. Richter had certainly experienced prostate stimulation before, but it had never been from this angle nor had it been this direct. The thrusting motion ceased once his sweet spot had been found and instead the tentacle began a merciless assault with its tip that caused Richter to tense and jolt almost to the point that he may as well have been convulsing from it.
This was bad. That place wasn't even meant to accommodate anything that wasn't liquid, but he could end up getting addicted to this kind of feeling. It was so, so tempting to give into the urge to buck his hips up but Richter was held back by the fear that it would push too hard and damage something within the delicate passage. The tentacle didn't need any help with making him lose his mind anyway. It brought the tension in his groin near to a peak at an alarmingly fast rate and kept him there by stopping just barely a hair short of release. Each time he was sure he would be brought over the edge, and each time he was wrong.
Just when Richter felt that he would go mad from being denied again and again, it finally allowed him solace. It was a strange feeling to reach orgasm while there was no room for his semen to escape, but the relief was still raw enough to choke him up. By the time his spasms had stopped he was left panting for air. As he slumped back into the hold of the bigger tentacles, his heartbeat sounded so loud in his ears that he wondered if all of his blood had rushed straight up from his groin to his head. He definitely felt disoriented enough for that to be the case. There were even spots that danced at the edges of his vision, as if he had passed out—or was about to. Richter had the vague impression that it was probably a while before he became anything close to coherent again. He couldn't even pinpoint when the small tentacle had withdrawn, but he could eventually feel semen sluggishly dripping out of him. With his eyes closed for better focus, he transitioned into breathing carefully through his nose until he could feel his pulse begin to slow down. Then something outside of his own bubble of existence caught his attention.
Emil had made a strange sound—vocally similar to a thin whine that had been abruptly halted halfway through. It was difficult for Richter to come down from the orgasmic high that had clouded the forefront of his mind, but when his eyes landed on Emil he froze and was thrown into a startling lucidity. At first he didn't understand what he was seeing. Even though it was right in front of him he couldn't comprehend it.
Emil's lips were parted, and the tip of the tentacle that had gone into him had now managed to slide a short distance out.
The first response that Richter had was to be filled with panic as terrible thoughts wracked his mind. His upper body pushed forward out of the support the monster had provided and he grabbed Emil by the shoulders.
But Emil's expression was one of bliss.
It was only then that Richter's logic caught up with the rest of him. It was still so easy to forget that Emil wasn't human. The tense nerves and the knot in his stomach were akin to melting ice—the moment of pure dread had passed, but left cold in its wake that would take time to recover.
Emil's head was tilted back slightly to allow for a straighter path up, but due to the difference in height and posture he still ended up looking up at Richter. There was still enough awareness for recognition in Emil's eyes, and his throat made a series of sounds that would have been Richter's name had they been able to pass his lips.
"Are you alright?" Richter asked. There was hesitation in his voice that hung on every syllable—he knew better than most people that Spirit biology was different from other living things, but even while taking that into account this seemed like too much. Yet Emil only made a soft pleased noise and nodded. Richter still frowned. "Doesn't that hurt, not being able to breathe?" This time Richter was answered with a sound that could only be a question, and much to Richter's surprise Emil made a point to exaggerate a brief inhale and exhale through his nose. This led to Richter's brow creasing even more than it already was, albeit for a different reason. "You can breathe?" he couldn't help but ask aloud despite the clear demonstration. Since the tentacle had traveled through Emil's esophagus on its way up, it should have completely blocked off his airway. Differences or not, Richter still hadn't expected that at all. It was one matter for Emil's anatomy to make something possible, but the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it…
Silence fell for a few moments, punctuated only by Emil's occasional muffled utterances whenever the tentacle shifted. Richter stared at the spectacle that was happening right before his eyes. It was a gradual process, but warm relief finally began to flow through Richter's body. While Emil had held his gaze the best he could, Richter noticed some kind of conflict in those wonderful green eyes. They were…jittery? Some emotion that seemed akin to nerves or even guilt, but why?
More sounds that would have been speech escaped Emil the best they could. Together with the expression, Richter pieced together what the hesitant tone and pause halfway through was trying to convey.
'Is this gross?'
Oh.
Richter wasn't quite sure what he felt about this. Startled and concerned for Emil's safety, absolutely. But not disgusted. Never disgusted. So to see Emil searching for approval like that, as if this hinged on needing permission to take pleasure from it…
Richter determinedly held eye contact right up until he was too close to Emil to see anything but a blur. He lowered his head and licked a stripe up the short portion of the tentacle that had made its way out of Emil's mouth. Emil made a soft noise at the gesture and threaded their fingers together. Richter gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at the way Emil's shoulders relaxed along with the tender contact. Against his better judgement, he let the tip of it settle on his own tongue. The appendage wasted no time once the invitation was offered and lurched down Richter's throat in one go. His gag reflex kicked in far too late to do anything besides tighten around its length.
Yet to his absolute astonishment, after he got over the shock of having so much shoved in all at once, he found that he also was still able to breathe just the same as Emil was. It hadn't been weird Spirit biology at work after all. This phenomenon was even intriguing enough to want to ask Ratatosk about. After Emil had worked tirelessly to discover an alternative to burning mana for a millenia to keep the door in check, it was unheard of for it to be Richter's idea to pay a visit to the Ginnungagap and the Spirit who called it home, but this monster's abilities had made him curious.
As Richter pondered it, the tentacle slowly undulated more of itself into him in an almost rhythmic motion. It seemed unhurried after it had established its position in the first place. Richter swallowed around it, more out of reflex than anything else. The soft and slick appendage actually felt what Richter could only describe as good against the inside of his throat; enough that it drew a muted moan from him. That was probably just as perplexing as the breathing aspect. While Emil could (and often did) get off to giving oral, Richter had always assumed that was a psychological thing. But if what Emil felt like all the time when he sucked off Richter (or a lucky monster) was anything like this, that theory had just been turned completely on its head. Besides, that didn't explain why Richter was suddenly able to feel pleasure from it. Some kind of aphrodisiac, perhaps with a numbing agent that prevented it from being uncomfortable?
This wasn't the first time Richter had wished that he could empty out his mind and just enjoy it.
Eventually there was a brief sensation of pressure before the feeling of something giving in, and Richter noted that the tentacle had become able to move more freely further down. Richter wasn't quite sure how to mentally cope with the fact that it had reached his stomach, but once again he found that there wasn't any discomfort. Though still more of it entered him, it didn't seem to be trying to work itself any further along than that and instead coiled around in itself to occupy the open space as it squirmed within him. That irregular swirling motion was enough to make Richter feel just the smallest bit queasy, but honestly he was turned on enough from everything else that its influence was like a single drop of rain in a lake.
Emil's pleasure peaked sometime right in the middle of all this happening, and it was all Richter could do to have enough presence of mind to hold Emil, who keened around the tentacle that had managed to map out his entire insides. The monster reacted in kind to Emil's internal muscles tightening around it and began to move with vigor. Emil's toes curled as the swift change in stimulation made his orgasm intensify.
Both Emil and Richter felt it halt and tense, and then Richter became aware of the unmistakable sensation of something filling him. Had it not already been in Richter's stomach, he wouldn't have been able to swallow fast enough to stop the hot liquid that it had gushed from overflowing. If this was how much just one produced, what would more of them do…?
After it seemed that the monster had spent everything it had to offer, the tentacle went lax. It was only held in place by how much of it was seated deep within both of them. It sluggishly began to retract after a minute of rest. Despite the fact that it hadn't interfered with oxygen intake, Richter couldn't help but sigh deeply when the last of it finally left his mouth. Apparently Emil felt similar, since he did the same a moment later.
It wasn't just the active tentacle that had lost its vigor; the ones that had been holding the two of them had gone slack as well. Without the extra support, both of them toppled over onto the 'floor' that was really just more of the monster. At this point it felt like a chore to even move. Richter did though; reached a hand over to rest on Emil's cheek. Emil's eyes peered open and he smiled while he put his own hand over Richter's. He still occasionally shifted and twitched weakly, probably because the slow pace the monster moved at meant that there was still some of it left inside. This hypothesis was eventually confirmed when Emil made a soft noise when the last of it finally slipped out. It wobbled in the air for a moment and then disappeared back into the rest of the monster's body.
Richter didn't know what to think about anything anymore. His entire understanding of how human (or at least humanoid) bodies were supposed to work had been left in disarray.
Emil had noticed the troubled expression on his face, and his hand left Richter's in favor of mirroring the gesture by putting his own hand on Richter's cheek. "You're thinking too hard."
He was.
Though tiredness hung over him like a heavy blanket, Emil maneuvered himself into a position where he could comfortably lean in to kiss Richter.
Richter would sooner be a dead man than refuse a kiss from Emil.
It was slow and gentle. The intertwining of their tongues was a welcome substitute to fill in the empty feeling that came with the loss of the tentacle that had been inside both of them. It felt oddly chaste for such a deep kiss. Maybe they were debauched enough from the whole experience that anything seemed tame in comparison right now.
Emil was eventually able to prop himself up on one elbow, and after doing so he gently cupped between Richter's legs. Richter was still half-hard from when the long tentacle had been down his throat, and despite the fact that he had already come once it didn't show any signs of going down soon. If anything, it responded to Emil's feather-light touch by becoming stiffer. Enough for Richter to finally break their kiss.
"It…went into here too, didn't it?" Emil asked now that his mouth was free. His voice had a deceptively shy tone that didn't match how wide his pupils were blown. "How was it?"
Richter's mind drew a complete blank at that question, so he just shook his head incredulously. It wasn't like Emil's hand on him was making it any easier to think, either. "I don't even know how to answer that. I can't compare it to anything I've felt before."
"Did you like it?" Emil asked while he brushed his thumb along the underside of the shaft. Though his touch was light, it prevented Richter from responding as Emil worked him back up to full hardness. The movement of Emil's hand was slow, like their kiss had been. As if mesmerized by it, Emil stared down at the pulsing organ for a long moment, then bent down and lapped at the slit.
Right now even just the slightest touch to that spot was electrifying. "Wai…t, it's still sensitive there," Richter gasped out in protest as Emil purposefully attacked only the head with his tongue. Just like the monster had, he was going right for the places that were the weakest as if it was instinctual. But Emil's actions came from practice, not instinct. He knew Richter felt it best at the tip to begin with even when it wasn't at the mercy of oversensitivity. "St— I'll—!!" Richter's every muscle tensed; he came so fast and hard that by the time it was over his balls ached from the emptiness. Emil happily swallowed it all till the last drop.
It was only after Richter's body went slack that Emil took his mouth off him. His eyes had an uncharacteristically impish glint while he licked his lips. "Thank you for the meal."
As he laid flat on his back and tried to catch his breath, Richter managed to say, "You're unbelievable." The tone of the words wasn't readable with how breathy they were, but Richter wore a fond expression, albeit a tired one. Out of all the people Richter had ever met, he hadn't once thought that Emil would develop such enthusiasm for worldly desires, nor that Richter himself would have any part or interest in granting them.
When Emil leaned over his face, Richter used all the strength he could muster to pull him down and kiss him thoroughly. Emil's mouth had a slightly salty flavor to it—this wasn't the first time Richter had tasted himself on Emil's tongue and it wouldn't be the last.
Despite his occasional jealousness over sharing Emil with his monster companions, Richter remembered to be grateful in times like this since he was almost certain Emil would wring him dry otherwise.
Not that that would be a bad way to go.
This monster, though…it would definitely be seeing a repeat performance once they learned more about it.
- - -
"Oh, that?" Ratatosk asked as if it was a question about something as mundane as the weather. "That monster has…ugh, what did humans call it…metaphysical properties," he said, though he didn't seem certain of the word choice. "Its existence isn't entirely bound to just one plane of reality," he explained. "In other words," Ratatosk approached Richter and poked the front of his throat, "you get the physical sensations without the physical consequences."
Despite the touch only grazing him, Richter's Adam's apple bobbed in reflex. He batted away Ratatosk's hand. Even with the same appearance and shared existence, his demeanor towards the two Spirits was like night and day. Though he wouldn't actually admit that he was impressed, he couldn't help but wonder at the creation of such a being.
"I wouldn't try what Emil did, though," Ratatosk continued while oblivious to Richter's thoughts. He put his palm flat against Richter's stomach. "You've got more durability than a human thanks to your elven blood, but your mortal insides are still probably too fragile to take that kind of treatment. Bet Emil would have loved to see it though."
Emil went beet red and tried to say several words at once, which resulted in gibberish.
With an exasperated sigh, Richter took a deliberately large stride away from the oddly touchy Ratatosk and returned to Emil's side. He was about to suggest that they leave…but while his vision trailed along Emil's flushed cheeks an idea occurred to him. He leaned over and spoke in a low voice so that only Emil would hear. "Even if it's not all the way, I'll work at it so I can take it nice and deep, just for you." Emil's resulting squeak was exactly what Richter had been after.
"Gross," Ratatosk droned from across the room. "Save the dirty talk for when you're alone." He hadn't actually been able to hear what Richter had said, but nobody else needed to know that. Especially not when it got a rise out of both of his guests. Rewriting the laws of the world could get incredibly boring, after all. He had been due for some entertainment.