Kinktober | Day 31 | Monster fucking - Konig - Tentacle eldritch horror
God, if you didn't have some bad habits. It didn't matter how many times people warned you. You never learn. Or at least, never made an effort to. Who really cared if you bit your nails, skipped breakfast all some times, left your task until the last minute, or went to bed way too late most days? You were a grown adult. You could take care of yourself.
There's was that one bad habit, though, that was getting infuriating for everyone else and had gotten you in trouble a couple of times. Not fucking knocking before entering a room.
But you probably had never gotten into as much trouble as you where about to, walking into the Colonel's room unannounced.
What you were face with as you open the door was... unfathomable.
Deep down you knew it was Konig in front of you, like the knowledge of that fact was engraved deep in your bones, but your mind couldn't reconsolidate that fact with what was standing in front of you.
You had thought there would be a face under that hood. There should have been a face under the hood. But he was standing there, hood off, and what you were seeing couldn't be described as a face. Actually, you were not even sure you could have described it.
It was... something unnamable that was somehow ending in what you could identify as tentacles, twisting and twirling erratically and without any discernible pattern. The only things you could recognize for sure were his eyes. Unmistakably his and digging deep into your soul. There was an emotion you could quite place going through you at the sight of it all. Not really fear, anxiety, or trepidation. More like a fuck up type of fascination.
Everything was at a stand still for a long moment until you finally managed to find your words.
"I... The new fatigues arrived... I was distributing them..." Unable to tear your eyes away from what should have been a terrifying sight.
And he to stared from a moment longer. "That's it?" He asked. It was still his voice, a human voice, unchanged, yet it seemed to resonate in your mind this time around.
"...yes? Sorry, I guess I should have knocked..." Still with that characteristic nonchalance toward your bad habit, even when faced with something so otherworldly.
"I was talking about your reaction, Corporal." He said with a dark chuckle. "Most people would normally go crazy with fear at sight the unknown, go screaming and running." He extended an arm over your shoulder as he talked, closing the door behind you.
You had no idea how he had gotten this close so quickly. Hell, you hadn't even seen him move. It's like the room had just been shorter for a second.
"Did you want me to scream?" You asked without thinking, before letting out unconvincing and monotone "Aaaaaa..." sound ever, not even a proper scream, lost in your fascination for the multiple seemingly slimy appendages on Konig's "face". They were making that wet sound as they slithered through the air in your direction, as if from their own volition.
It all just made him chuckle again, the sound sharp and predatory to your ears. "What a though nut. Unafraid of staring into the void." He said as he loomed over you. You couldn't decide if it had ben meant as more teasing or degrading.
"I wasn't aware it as 'stare into the void and the void stares back at you' type of situation." You answered breathlessly. You couldn't help but be... affected... by the sight of your very clearly inhumane Colonel looking down on at you.
"More accurately the Depth in this case, Schatz. And it is no simple staring." Staring or not, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't think you could actually. It was like some invisible, powerful force was keeping you lock, unmoving, to that very spot, looking at those tentacles. How they were moving towards you, their viscus coating drooling and pooling unto the floor before you.
"Do you like what you see, Schartz?" Konig asked, his voice seemingly booming strait into your head the more he talked.
You couldn't stop yourself from answering right away, the words somehow compelled out of you before you could think better. "They're so... so pretty and fascinating. I'd like to touch them, feel then, let them rip me apart, pull my organs out and use my dead body."
A deep, inhuman sound came out of Konig, one you could somehow still interpret as disappointment.
"I'm- I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from." You said quickly, feeling truly mortified.
"Humans, always the same, going insane at the quickest glance. I shouldn't have hoped. You're still going mad like the other, just differently." You could tell he isn't really talking to you anymore. The interest he had hold for you just a moment ago was evaporating at an alarming rate. "You really should have knocked." He added as he stepped away from you.
"No! Please. I'm sorry." You didn't know why this distressed you so much. Before you was standing some kind of horror, and you just couldn't accept to see him go. You stumbled closer, almost by instinct, and reached up to... what? Cup his nonexistent cheeks? It doesn't really matter since his tentacles instantly wrapped around your hands to moment they were in reach.
The appendages were cold, slimly, their color seemingly changed around your touch. And the... how would you have called it? Slick?... covering them had an oil like sheen and left a tingling sensation on your skin.
Konig looked surprised. As if he hadn't expected you to dare or even simply be able to reach out. His eyes simply darkened as he looked down at you. "Maybe I should make use of you before you die if you're this eager."
You barely had the time to stammer out a "What?" before you got pushed roughly into the bed. There was so many more tentacles now, coming from God knew where.
"The higher-ups should really stop trying to recruit humans. You're pathetic compared to us. Only good to die from madness when you inevitably find out about the unseen." Some of those new tentacles moved to restrain and circle your hands and arms. "And for a second you had me thinking you were different, Corporal. Almost special."
Us? So many of the operators of KorTac wore mask. Were they all hiding some secret of an eldritch nature too?
"Ah! Wait. Konig, please." You weren't sure you really wanted him to stop. Maybe he was right, maybe you truly were going mad. But there was something new forming deep inside of you. A want, no, a need to know, to learn, to understand, to feel, to experience him. Yet you were still just enough in control to realize just how irrational it all was.
You tried to struggle against the thigh coils only to find your arms were a lot less responsive then before, almost sluggish.
Konig simply laughed at the confused expression on your face, the noises coming out of him sounding a lot more sadistic this time around.
"Just realizing something is wrong, Schartz?" He mocked. "The mucus coating on my tentacles works as a strong muscle relaxant on most creature. There won't be any fighting out of this for you, I'm afraid."
Some part of you begs to scream, struggle, flee at the knowledge. And maybe you should. You're at the mercy of something otherworldly, something who just implied multiple time you didn't have long left to live. And yet, another part, the one that as been growing in the past few moments, already begs for more of that tingling hot sensation.
"Humans aren't even that good at carrying a brood, only being successful one out of ten times." He said as he undid your pants' closure, a tentacle sneaking in while another pushed under your shirt. "But if you have to go crazy anyway, might as well pump you full. Maybe you'll manage to at least be a good incubator before we have to put you out of your misery."
His words and the knowledge that the more he touched you, the less you would be able to fight back should have concern you, but all you could do was moan and shiver at the touch of his many appendages.
Despite everything You were still looking up at him with so mush fascination. How could you not? There was a certain beauty in what your mind couldn't comprehend. Like how every tentacles seem to move with him, but seemingly of their own volition.
All your thoughts flew out the window as Konig managed to pull bot your pants and underwear off in one motion, and the more sinuous and independent of his limbs seemingly took the action as an invitation to wrap around and explore your flesh.
You gasped as multiple of them seemed to fight to be the one to explore the space between your legs. The Colonel, for his part, pushed you legs apart and pressed them up against the bed as he let out a deep humming noise you couldn't quite interpret.
God, by now you could barely move your arms with how heavy and loose they felt. And he was doing that to the rest of your body?
"Don't bother trying to move, Schartz. Even if the muscle relaxant isn't enough to immobilize you completely, I have plenty of limbs to keep you still." He told you has more of his glistening tendrils moved over you.
It's almost as if they were curios too, pushing and prodding you, wrapping and squeezing around your limbs, ever moving. They liger around certain areas, dig in harder when you make any kind of noise.
Reality studently crashed back into you as you felt them moving higher up your inner thigh. That rational part of your mind that had been drown out for the past few minutes seem to resurface with a sense of panic, finally letting you realize just how fuckup and dangerous this all was getting. "Konig, wait!"
"Too late, Corporal. You're the one who wanted to let them rip you apart, remember?" He said as his voice took on a cruel edge.
Some one the tentacles were prodding at your entrance, pushing and curling against one another in an attempt to be the one to breach you. That didn't last long as one of Konig's hands leave your leg to guide a specific one in.
You let out a cry and arched your back has it pushed inside of you. It was thick. Thicker then it seemed. And it, or Konig, didn't seem keen on taking the time to stretch you out.
"Pathetic little human, clenching around me like you life depended on it. It won't take long before your loose and relaxed enough to take my eggs." He told you.
You didn't know what you had expected him to do, but there was no in hand out motion. No, you had a seemingly very eager appendages exploring every of your deepest regions, coating every inch of you with its sleek.
It had no right feeling this good. But somehow it kept hitting all of the right spot. The viscus coating somehow had you more sensitive then you had ever been and the contrast of the cold tentacles inside your warmth felt euphoric in that moment.
"Konig. Konig, please." You didn't even know what you were begging for, just that all of this was too much and yet too little at the same time.
You let out a loud gasp as another managed to pushed its way in, just as eager to explore you as the first.
You could feel yourself shaking and squeezing around him. Why were you already so close to the edge? Why were you finding so much pleasure in this in the first place?? He most have been right, you were loosing your mind. Well... with pleasure, at least.
His slimy appendages kept moving inside of you, coiling around one another, forcing your hole open. And the stretch, God, the stretch.
The orgasm came over you without warning and with a cry of, admittedly, confused pleasure. It was stronger then any you had ever felt before, making you convulse underneath him. You never thought your body was ever capable of gushing out as mush fluid as it was right now.
You went lax, your body already heavy from his touch, your mind going blank. You felt soo sluggish and tired all of a sudden.
"I'd say your just about ready to receive my brood, Schartz." Konig told you as he let out a vibrating noise. A purr? Your mind was too fuggy to interpret it correctly at this point. The best you could do was whine when his tentacles pulled out.
You didn't even have the strength to move your legs when he let go of them, let alone lift your head to look at what he was doing. You still try to, though, and caught a glimpse of his now open pants.
Obviously, obviously there's more tentacles there. What did you think? But the one that slithered out seemed different. Not exactly the same color as the others with a slit at the tip of it and already leaking a thicker kind of slick.
This time around, your body didn't offer any resistance toward the intrusion, the muscle relaxant having done it's job, leaving you loose and open.
Your body might have been pliable, but that didn't mean you couldn't feel anything anymore. You could still feel everything oh so intensely and it had you moaning once more.
You were getting delirious at this point, letting out some barely audible mumbles that would have been gibberish to most ears. Most human ears, at least.
"Aimgr'luhh, Y' ai..." A small pose for a soft moan. "..S'uhnog, Y' uaaah.." And a long shuttering breath before finishing. "l' ymg' gnaiigof'n Y' goka ya, Cthulhu. llll Y' ahor, llll will, llll fhtagnor ng fhalma gn'thornythh."
"You most really be too far gone if you're murmuring like that, Corporal. I never thought I would hear a human breathe words in the deep tongue. And I suspect you don't even know what you're saying. " Konig pointed out with pity. "But as soft as you're being, some of us have sharp ears, and we can't have anyone earing you speak that." He continued as a tentacle slipped into your mouth, silencing you.
That had your last few functional brain cells concentrating so hard on trying to bread around the thing that you were completely oblivious to just how deep the one between your legs had gotten.
That is, until you felt something small and squishy get pushed deep inside. Deeper then you thought possible. And then you felt another being deposited beside it. Then another, and another, and more after that.
Enough that you started to feel blotted, and heavy weight sitting nestled deep within. And Konig didn't seem like he was about to stop.
You didn't know how long it would still be, but you were so tired, and black spot had started to dance in your vision. As much as you wanted to cling to consciousness, you simply couldn't anymore.
Konig had expected to wake from his slumber to either a poor human with a fractured mind cowering in a corner or a cold body in his bed. He found neither. Actually, you were nowhere to be found in the room.
When he did find you, you looked normal, sane even. Although, he could see the barely perceptible swell of your stomach and the dried oil slick patter still on your skin.
And that's exactly when he realize just how wrong he was about you. You're clearly affected by the unknown, but you are different from other humans.
And now that he knew that, he couldn't let you walk around like that. He couldn't risk the most promising broodmare and a more then likely successful clutch on ops. Neither could he let the others realize just how special you were turning out to be and take you away from him.
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