Intelligent, passionate, professional woman turned into an abomination’s little dumb, brainless cocksleeve. No one is at fault but her. She willingly let herself get hypnotized into being a brainless little slut in her free time by the monsters and creatures in the woods. Do not save her. Do not free her. If you see her gagging on multiple cocks that are stretching out her throat, let her be. If you see her whimpering and crying like a helpless princess while she gets bred nice and slow, let her be. If you see her trembling and crying underneath a hideous creature that’s been edging her for hours, let her be. If you see her tangled in a abomination’s many limbs as they make her jaw stay open so it can feed her it’s saliva all day long while her tiny cunt is slowly fisted, don’t help her, leave her stuck. If you see her being passed around a horde of monsters like a sacrificial lamb, trapped in an endless loop of divine mating rituals, leave her stuck there. If you see her clinging to a wild beast with all claws and sharp edges, leaving their marks and bites all over her while she’s helplessly stuffed with their cock, too big and wide for her to handle and now she’s stuck cockwarming said beast, let her stay stuck. If you see her in between five large, inexplainable ancient beasts that are all sitting in a circle chilling and chatting while her every hole is stuffed by their dicks and fingers for hours and days on end, let her stay stuck. This is what she agreed to. She can be a girl boss later, but for now, while she’s tied up, drooling with her mouth wide open for any intrusion, eyes rolled back, with her puffy cunt and sore ass being stretched out by huge brute cock for the foreseeable future…. Just send her her best wishes, and hope she gets to be a dumbed down slut anytime she desires <3
Summary: Omeluum comes to you with a peculiar request. You decide to humor it.
Author’s Note: Hell yeah, writing for Omeluum has been a plan of mine for a while. I love that mind flayer.
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, reader has a vagina & breast but no gendered pronouns are used for the reader, it/its pronouns for Omeluum, mind Flayer sex, monsterfucking (I guess?), tentacles/tentacle sex, telepathic communication, Omeluum using sex as research, Blurg briefly mentioned, just two nerds exploring each other for the sake of science, some feelings, not beta read
“You want to do what exactly?”
It had been almost two years since you joined the Society of Brilliance. In the years since you joined, you had become close friends with a mindflayer by the name of Omeluum. Just the very idea of befriending an illithid was something you had previously thought to be impossible. And now what it was proposing seemed more impossible.
“I’m asking you if you would like to help me research the sexual functions of illithids. I understand if you are hesitant or even disgusted by the matter, but I can think of no one else who would aid me in testing my theory,” Omeluum states.
“No disgust, just confusion. Do illithids even have any sexual function? You reproduce asexually. You have no sexual organs,” you ramble.
“That is our current understanding, yes. My kin will always multiply using tadpoles. But my theory is that we can still have…sexual gratification. Even if we do not often crave it,” it says.
You sense a little bit of nervousness behind the Mind Flayer’s tone. It seems stiffer than usual as it sits across from you. Your fingers lightly drum on the wooden table separating the two of you as you think.
“So, let me make sure I have this straight. Your theory is that mind flayers can experience sexual pleasure. And to test this theory you’re asking me to have sex with you,” you say.
“Yes,” it nods.
“Out of curiosity, have you proposed this theory to anyone else?” you question.
“I have. Blurg knows of my theory. To be honest, I asked him first. But he is…shy. I do not wish to bother him with the topic,” it says.
“I see, I see.” You tap on the table again, lost in thought. It was an interesting theory, that was for certain. Every day Omeluum proves all of your preconceived notions of mind flayers wrong. It was an outsider amongst the illithids. Although it would come off as cold and analytical sometimes, the illithid would be caring and even empathetic at other times which was something many people would have told you was an impossibility.
But it was possible. So maybe Omeluum’s theory was also possible.
“Okay. I’m not opposed to the idea. Yes, I’ll do it,” you say after a moment.
The illithid’s eyes widen a bit at your response as if it didn’t expect you to agree.
“Good. I am…glad. I think it is best that we wait for the others to retire to their rooms for the night. I will come to your chambers later,” it says.
“Sounds like a plan.”
After a few hours, the Lodge grows quiet. The last of your colleagues turns into their rooms and you do as well.
A wave of nervousness washes over you as you sit on your bed, reading a book. You can hardly focus on the words on the page. Your eyes see the words but your brain doesn’t retain any of them, too busy thinking about Omeluum and its theory.
When it finally comes into your room, you set your book down on your nightstand. Omeluum shuts the door behind it and hovers over the ground to the edge of your bed, looking down at you.
“If you are having second thoughts, I understand. Please know that we can stop at any time for any reason,” it says.
“Thank you, Omeluum. But truth be told, I’m kind of…excited. At least I think I am. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest,” you say, feeling your chest. The muscle thumps and you can feel it against your hand, rapidly beating. It only increases when Omeluum sits beside you.
“I think your excitement will only help this…experiment. Even if my theory is false, it will please me to know that you at least enjoy yourself,” it says.
“Well, I hope your theory is correct. You deserve pleasure, Omeluum,” you say.
You lean closer to it, hand lifting towards the Mind Flayer’s robes.
“May I remove these?” you ask.
“Allow me.”
It moves to remove its robes and in turn, you remove your own, undressing at the same pace as Omeluum until both of you sit bare before the other.
As expected, Omeluum has no genitalia. Between its legs is a mound of flesh, no slit or appendage. Its body is the same light purple tone all over, with thick ridges running down the length of its body.
You reach towards it slowly, fingers grazing against the ridges. Omeluum’s skin is cold, unlike your own. It feels soft, slick, and almost wet. You place your entire palm against its chest, getting used to the sensation.
“You’re so cold. I think this is my first time actually touching you. I don’t think I’ve even shaken your hand before,” you mumble softly as you move your hand down its chest.
“I do realize this is a jump. But it is a welcome one. The things we do to better our understanding of the world around us…” Omeluum trails off as curiosity takes hold of it, touching you as well. Its long fingers touch your face, caressing your cheek.
“Interesting,” it says as its hand moves down, cupping your breast in its hand.
“Find something you like?” you joke.
“Maybe,” it mumbles.
It squeezes the supple flesh experimentally, humming to itself. Sighing at the contact, you move your hand from its chest, an idea popping into your head. You reach towards its tentacles, taking one into your hand.
They’re slightly slimy but not unpleasant to the touch. They curl and move on their own, reaching for your body.
Your hand slides up, stroking it softly before leading it towards your mouth, placing a kiss on the soft tissue. A small sound comes from Omeluum, almost reminiscent of a sigh.
“Did you…like that?” you ask.
It blinks slowly as the tentacle in your hand curls around your wrist.
“I’m not sure. Please…continue,” it urges.
You smile and bring the tentacle back up to your mouth. You kiss it again as Omeluum kneads at your breast, almost methodically. The Mind Flayer hums and you’re not sure if it’s out of fascination, pleasure, or both. To test your own theory, you bring the tip of its tentacle into your mouth and suck. Omeluum makes the sound again and you smile around the tentacle before letting it pop out of your mouth.
“I think your tentacles might be the answer to your theory. Have you ever touched them on your own? To masturbate, I mean,” you ask.
“No, but now I can’t help but wonder how sensitive they are. I do feel something, but I want to test further,” Omeluum says.
“Of course. Do you want me to do anything specific?” you ask.
It pulls its hand away from your breast and moves across the bed, sitting on its knees in front of you.
“I would like to do something. May you lie down?” it asks.
You nod, lying back against the bed, propping your head up on a pillow. Omeluum’s hands move, resting on your knees and spreading your legs apart, revealing your cunt to him.
It leans down and its voice wraps around your brain, as it always does, but this time its tone is different than usual. It sounds softer as it speaks. Still clinical in nature but softer nonetheless.
“The warmth of your mouth stirred something inside of me. It makes me wonder if other areas of your body would garner the same response or maybe even a stronger response. One that I can determine as pleasurable. I don’t have a tongue or a cock but I presume that these might suffice,” it says, tentacles moving as it stares at your body.
The prospect of having Omeluum inside of you makes a warm feeling pool in the lower part of your belly. The feeling is familiar, although it is the first time an illithid has made you feel any amount of arousal.
One of its tentacles slides up and down your cunt, getting the flesh wet from your folds before slipping into your hole. You moan and to your surprise so does Omeluum. The tentacle wiggles inside of you as Omeluum collects itself, taken aback by its own response.
“Omeluum, are you okay?” you ask.
“Yes, I—umm—I’m okay. It’s just….you’re so warm. So wet. I didn’t think my tentacles could feel at such an intense level,” it says, a hint of shock in its voice.
“Does this mean your theory is right? Does it feel good?”
“I believe so. And to be honest, I don’t think I want to stop even though we have an answer,” it says.
“I don’t want you to stop either,” you say.
Omeluum nods its head. Its face is always hard to read but there is something behind its eyes that’s different than usual. You didn’t know how likely it was for an illithid to experience lust but in that moment you could have sworn that’s what it was.
Its tentacle moves inside of you, sliding in and out at a slow rhythm. It buries deep, curling inside all the way up to the entrance of your womb.
It feels different than an average human cock. It flexes and flows in you like it has a mind of its own, dragging against your inner walls and swirling around until it is as wet as your cunt.
Omeluum’s other tentacles move up your body. Two wrap around either of your breasts, squeezing and massaging them with the slippery appendages. The fourth and final one slips into your mouth. You accept it graciously, allowing your tongue to swirl around it before sucking it.
Omeluum, being an illithid, can still speak freely as it occupies inside of you with its tentacles.
“This is…good. You feel good. The way you’re wrapped around them, the way you tighten against them. This is better than I could’ve imagined,” it moans, voice dancing in your mind.
You can’t speak but you moan in response around its tentacles which seem to make it feel even better, a whimper coming from it as it feels the vibrations from your mouth.
Omeluum thrusts into you faster, and as your own pleasure builds you can’t help but wonder how it feels for the Mind Flayer. It's clearly enjoying itself to some degree. But what did it feel like exactly? Knowing Omeluum, you were sure you’d get in-depth research notes shortly after the encounter. Your own questions would be answered soon enough.
You can feel yourself contracting around the illithid, your pussy clenching with every thrust as it fucks you with its tentacles. Not only can you feel how soaked you are but you can hear it as well, wet squelches echoing throughout the room as Omeluum’s tentacles work inside you.
At the pace it's going, it doesn’t take long for your climax to hit you. Your cunt tightens around its tentacle which curls inside you, fucking you a tad bit slower. The tentacle in your mouth slips out, letting you gasp for air as a broken moan escapes your lips.
Omeluum keeps thrusting inside of you and its body appears to shudder. It moans as well, squeezing its eyes shut. Its brain on either side of its temple throbs as pleasure washes over it. You realize Omeluum is having an orgasm, or at least whatever the illithid equivalent of one is.
When the feeling appears to subside, it pulls its tentacle out of you slowly.
“That was more pleasurable than I expected it to be. My theory appears to be correct. More so than previously believed,” Omeluum says.
“It appears so,” you say as you catch your breath.
“I enjoyed myself. I hope you did as well,” it says as it lies beside you.
“I did. I really did actually,” you say.
“Good. That’s very good. Maybe another theory will lead us to the same place one day in the future,” it says.
“Omeluum, if you want to have sex with me again you only have to ask. You don’t have to attach research to it as an excuse,” you say.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I am glad that you said that. I must admit, I would like to explore this more. Research or not, being this close to you is something I enjoy. I seem to…like it,” Omeluum says.
“I like it too. I like you, Omeluum,” you say.
“I am pleased to hear it. I’m not sure how far I can reciprocate feelings of lust or love. It’s not something I am used to. But if I can form friendships, maybe I can form something deeper. Maybe. I’d like to try it with you. And I promise, it won’t be a research project. Unless you want it to be,” it says.
You smile as you turn on your side, giving Omeluum a swift kiss on the cheek.
Two office husbands that dote over me and help me when I’m stressed, tired or upset at work. My Orc boss and my Mimic supervisor.
They treat me more like a precious, delicate flower rather than another annoying employee.
I need tea and cuddles? Done. Need a massage and a good nap before, during, and after my shift? They made me my own private office with soundproof walls. I don’t want to work? Fine, my boss will do all my work for me. Someone’s harassing me and bullying me for being a complete bum yet I get all the perks, raises, bonuses, benefits and vacations I could ever want? They’re gone, my supervisor won’t have my name slandered.
And they don’t do it because I’m forcing them to… they do it because, what could be better than making a little human (me) their own and taking care of my every whim for the blessing of being called mine?
What could be more rewarding than hearing my moans and cries swallowed in the soundproof room as they rearrange my guts and take turns ruining and shaping my pussy to easily accept their fat cocks? And how I say thank you, obediently accepting their lust and love in tandem as they spoil me like the precious little girl they know, love and molded?
And what makes their heart melt more than my smile after a long day of “work”..? Absolutely nothing.
It’s easy money, easy work and such relaxation, why would I ever leave…? Or get forced to…?
That’s unless…. the CEO, a wise, tenacious, sensible Illithid that can make me a gooey little mess of myself with a sliver of his power, decides to investigate me and my… lethally easy ways of “stealing” money from his company without even a wave of my hand…
Warnings: smut, slight degradation, power play, oral, lots of pet names, gatita=kitten or kitty, overall pretty sweet
Author’s note: Hi divas, I saw the love the first fic got, so I hope you enjoy this one too <3
Today work has been so stressful for no reason, the customers are perfectly fine, some irate, some simply complaining and others straight up confused, and they’re easy to handle honestly…
It’s my coworkers that make my life hell. So just because I get two hot work husbands means they get to talk shit behind my back?
I overhear an elf, naga and werewolf talking shit about me, about how “lazy, unproductive and stupid” I am and how the “office could be twenty times more effective and productive if I wasn’t such a leech” while I’m walking to my private office.
I’ve never ever done anything wrong when I, actually, work… where do they get off calling me a stupid bimbo? Like I’m just a stupid little slut that prances with my pussy out for all to see? I have class! That’s why my office is closed off and soundproofed!
While my mind is stuck on their insults, my Orc boss and Mimic supervisor come in with cheerful smiles and my lunch and cookies in their hands. I can feel their mood tense as they drop the food on the desk and in no time I’m wrapped up in warmth and soft kisses.
“Who do I need to get rid of princess..? Say their name and they’re gone…” my mimic supervisor promises as he intertwines his fingers with mine, melting helplessly as his other arms and large hands slowly massage me in that particular way that makes me let out an audible whine of relief and comfort.
“No one makes our gorgeous girl upset… no one. We need a name… now.” My boss growls against my ear, whimpering softly as his tusks graze against my ear and down my throat, a promise to take care of all my needs and more.
“It’s not anyone in particular… and I’m not upset….” I mumble, shivering as my orc boss looks down at me with that unforgiving, unwavering devotion that makes him look so damn hot. “You don’t want to give me a name, hm..? Why not…? You’ve never flinched about getting rid of someone before…. What’s different sweet cheeks..?” my orc boss growls softly, his frustration becoming irritated concern as I keep my mouth shut.
“You know what…? You don’t want to tell us anything..? That’s fine… you’re entitled to keep your feelings inside… we’ll just figure out a way to bring them out, hm..?” My mimic supervisor coos, and before I can even respond, he pushes his thick, fat fingers into my mouth, whining weakly as I obediently suck on the heavy digits as they play with my tongue.
“Nuh-uh uh… you wanna be quiet… we can keep you quiet~” my supervisor acknowledged as he transforms into a 8 armed alien prior to groping my belly and breasts over my clothes to make me squirm.
And when I catch a glimpse of my boss grinning so damn deviously, it makes my face heat up while he takes his time taking off his clothes, giving me and the mimic an entire show as he takes off layer after layer until he’s completely naked.
My body runs hotter as I see his green body in all its glory. Strong, full muscular arms, even thicker thighs, an ass so fat they could have their own orbit and the perfect beer belly that makes my pussy purr to life. And then of course there is his heavy, weeping cock, bobbing as it perks up and starts to lift after hanging so low while my boss watches me drool over my supervisor’s fingers.
“What an adorable picture this is, isn’t it..? Already getting messy for me, little mouse..?” My boss teased, a warm blush growing on my skin as they both chuckle at my silence with my supervisor continuing to play with my mouth.
I do my very best to hold back my whimpers, but I can’t help when a few slip away from my lips aa my boss kisses my eyes and slowly takes my shirt off before pulling my boobs out of my bra.
“So needy, little mouse… so eager to be loved and cared for, hm…?” My supervisor urged while his palms cup my heavy tits, slowly pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
I don’t even catch my teeth unconsciously sinking into his fingers, all I can focus on is trying my absolute best to be a good girl for them and stay quiet.
“Sweet one... your teeth..” my supervisor lectures tenderly as he tugs on my nipples, my body instantly moving with the tug as my jaw opens and I let out a shaky whimper.
Their snickers ring through my ears as my supervisor slips his fingers out of my mouth before they start positioning me for the inevitable.
My eyes flutter as the orc grabs my hair and pulls my head into his lap, the scent of his heady musk slowly making my head spin as he gently taps my face with his cock, a pretty dark green, a throbbing 9 inches of pure girth and his gorgeous purple, fat tip leaking with that sweet, tangy pre cum.
Meanwhile the mimic pushes my frilly skirt up and presses his face against my wet, covered folds like the complete hungry monster he is.
“Mmmm, you smell so sweet for us, sweet thing… you’re going to be a sweet little slut for your superiors, right..?” The mimic growls as his tongue lulls out of his mouth, too long, thick and deliciously textured before pushing my panties to the side and making out with my pussy like a prayer before he drags it against my sensitive clit before diving into my cunt.
A loud whine rips out of my throat and my back arches helplessly as he starts thrusting in and out of me sloppily. And before I can even process it, my boss’s tip is tapping on my tongue, making head go completely dizzy as I open my mouth even wider for him, “There you go… such a sweet, messy little thing… now let’s keep you quiet, hm?” my boss inquires as he gently helps me take his heavy cock all the way down my throat till I’m stuck at the base, my head muzzy and disoriented as I nuzzle and breathe in his musky happy trail while my pussy gets eaten out.
“Mmm… that’s my perfect little angel… don’t move… just keep your superior’s cock warm and keep quiet… easy enough yeah..?~” The orc taunted with a low groan rumbling in his chest as my throat squeezes around his girth helplessly, melting as he gently wipes the tears from my cheeks as my hips uselessly squirm against the mimic’s tongue.
Lewd squelches, pops and sloshes emanate from my dripping pussy as the mimic relentlessly plunges his tongue in and out of my sobbing walls and the rest of his limbs hold me down in the exact position he wants me in while he eats it from the back.
Meanwhile, the orc watches with a pleased gleam in his eyes as he rubs my scalp with his heavy hand.
“I thought we said to be quiet, kitten… or can you not listen to simple orders, hm..? Do you want to be punished..?” the orc articulated with mock-disappointment, to my utter confusion until I fell a light, yet unexpected wet slap to my cunt, my body instantly freezing in surprise as I try to pull away from the shock but the mimic just holds me down harder and continues to eagerly eat his meal.
“Oh.. trying to run away kitten..? After being so bad…? What..? You want gentle treatment? After disobeying direct orders from your superior..? How fucking greedy..” My boss scolds as he tenderly rubs my clit, making me jump up again as my fuzzy brain finally realizes that he wasn’t even addressing me, he was talking to my fucking pussy.
And damn if it didn’t work like a charm, my brain blanks out while I drool over his cock as I just have to take all this pleasure from both of them at the same damn time with nowhere to run, stuck between them perfectly.
Loud howls of gratification pour from my supervisor’s lips as I gush all over his tongue, choking on the orc’s cock helplessly as the mimic’s tongue delves deeper to pound against my delicate cervix, “Awww, look at you.. so ready to cum for us after being so greedy… but I suppose I’ll allow it this time… cum for us gatita, teach me that you do know how to follow orders, hm?” My boss taunts, and I can’t help but cum on command, trembling and shaking in their arms as my eyes roll back from the intense pleasure, although, what else could I have done with my supervisor sucking out my very soul through my cunt? Deny them?
“Fucking hell.. sweeter than forbidden fruit, so fucking perfect, so damn perfect… absolutely precious..” my supervisor croaks as he makes out with my pussy lips reverently before finally pulling back, my walls twitching slightly as they squeeze and throb against the empty space his tongue filled.
A gasp of air fills my lungs as my boss pulls my mouth off his cock, my throat raw and my mouth a drooling mess after keeping his cock warm. Little whimpers bubbling in my throat before he fills my mouth with his tongue instead in a warm kiss that reminds me of how precious I truly am as I melt into him.
“Good girl, princess…. You did so well…so perfect… so lovely… we’re so proud of you…. Now… tell us who bothered you….” My boss urges gently as my supervisor kisses the swell of my ass before kissing up my spine and the column of my throat.
“It.. it was… uh…. Regina… Becky and… Kyle…” I murmur gently, my mind utterly unfocused as they kiss all over me in silent praise for giving them names.
“That’s all we needed to hear… but I guess you just needed a quick distraction, yeah..?” my supervisor whispers softly as he holds me against them both, nodding my head silently as they continue to lavish me in soft kisses.
Nothing else matters but them… and that’s the way it should be, how it was destined to be…
But little did I know, destiny has a particular curveball coming my way, the Illithid CEO just arrived in town, and will be making a visit to my office shortly…
