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False Knight
Contains: diplomat fem!reader x knight mimic alien living armor thing (he/him), past tense, interstellar/sci-fi setting, no talking, dubcon, heat, technically tentacles, p in v i guess, double penetration (mouth+v), cervix penetration, breeding, cock and pussy drunk, overstimulation, 2.8k words, NSFW & MDNI
Zorion wasn’t human. He, or rather it, was a verisimilar polymorphic lifeform, commonly known simply as ‘mimic’. When he was little more than a spore, the sun winds stranded him on a war-torn human planet and forced him into imitating a lone human baby to survive.
From then on, he lived as the twin brother of the human boy Zuzen, keeping a close eye on him to mimic the growth of a human. They did their best to live well, working odd jobs and studying hard to leave the near-abandoned planet and get accepted into a good military academy. There, they became known as celestial twins, with Zuzen as the scorching bright and righteous sun, and Zorion as the pleasantly cool and aloof moon. Eventually, their accumulated merits and shining reputation qualified them for the imperial guard, making them knights.
Zorion liked being a knight. Clad head-to-toe in light plate armor, he could relax a bit and let his human disguise slip. It was his little secret, something not even Zuzen was allowed to find out.
But then, he met you.
…
It was the middle of summer in the empire’s capital when you returned from your diplomatic mission with the Nurn nation. As usual, the entire thing went by smoothly and quietly, the mission report was handed in on time, and your boss granted you a two month holiday.
You thought it’d be as low-key as before, with barely anyone noticing when you came and went, but things are always bound to change.
There was an order from above — you were to be accompanied by guards. They would live with you, accompany you on every outing no matter how big or small, be responsible for your safety all around the clock… and they just so happened to be the celestial twins.
Being any more high-profile was frankly impossible.
Staring at your communicator, you really wanted to tell them that this was unnecessary; you did very well on your own. But you couldn’t exactly tell two imperial guards to fuck off, so you had to swallow your dissatisfaction.
Anyway, as diplomat, you were well versed in the ways of telling people to go to hell in such a way that they thanked you and even asked for directions.
In the end, to prevent them from moving into your home and forcing you to redecorate, you hastily booked the most unpopular flight you could find — a trip to some old tourist planet. It had an old-fashioned name, the facilities were outdated, and the starship smelled a little weird. Objectively speaking, it likely wouldn’t make a pleasant experience.
Sitting in your seat, waiting for the ship to start, you discreetly glanced around. Zuzen was sitting next to you in civil clothing, showing off his friendly golden retriever look of blond locks and brown eyes, while Zorion sat diagonally behind you wearing a black outfit that basically screamed he didn’t want to be recognized, only revealing his green-blue eyes. When he saw you looking over, Zorion gave you a polite smile.
You glanced away.
Even if you disliked their presence, you could still admit that the celestial twins were very good-looking.
Once the starship set off, you wore a mask and earplugs, closing your eyes to rest. It would be a long flight and being awake during served no benefit.
Sleeping peacefully, you had no idea what happened around you until you were rudely awakened.
Someone pulled on your arm and dragged you from your seat. Your mask slipped and you lost your earplugs as you were half pulled, half carried through the isle. Alarms blared and red light doused the starship in ominous shadows as passengers desperately rushed towards the escape pods.
When you recovered from the shock, you found that Zorion had already strapped you into an escape pod. He yelled something to Zuzen outside, who was still helping people into the pods, and then closed the hatch. At once, the alarm was muffled. Zorion strapped himself in, pressed a button on the console, and launched the escape pod.
All you could do was watch as your assigned knight steered the pod towards a planet. It looked very green from space, probably one of the planets that had been terraformed in the beginning but deemed uninhabitable for some stupid reason, making it a wild planet.
If you landed there, you didn’t know how long it would take for someone to find and save you.
But there was no choice. This was your only option.
The escape pod soon entered the planet’s atmosphere. Heat shook the pod, the engine hummed as it worked, and finally, it landed with a crash that shook the entire thing.
Jolted by the impact, you were dizzily lifted from your seat and carried outside.
Opening your eyes, what greeted you were a bright turquoise sky, white clouds and huge trees decked in massive deep green leaves. Wild and unrestrained, the forest flourished, making a safe home for all the species that had been introduced into the environment.
Zorion sat you down on a big rock and returned to the pod. He seemed to get a few things, fiddled with the console, and when he returned to you, he was wearing his full set of armor and tucking all kinds of weapons into it. It seemed he was fully ready to fight anything and everything that lived here. You thought it was a little overkill, but then again, who knew how life here had developed.
During the following two weeks, Zorion took care of you. He quickly identified which plants and animals were edible, figured out how to hunt and gather the most efficiently, and even built a temporary shelter near the escape pod, all while taking you along. Without talking much, he did his best to teach you what he knew, and also gave you a knife for self-protection.
While cooking one evening, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore and started chatting with him. It felt like you hadn’t talked in ages, leading you to pour your heart about everything that had recently annoyed you.
And Zorion chuckled.
Even though you had just complained about him.
You blushed a little and your rant fizzled out.
He was polite, changing the topic to something else. This somehow resulted in him confessing to having low empathy and only becoming a knight because he always adhered to human laws and moral principles. If not for Zuzen being overly righteous, he likely would have helped a lot less people.
That night, you slept next to each other.
A pleasant scent reminding you of a hot summer’s day emanated from him. It lured you closer and closer, until you realized that you’d buried your nose in the side of his neck.
Shocked, you pulled back, only to see him frowning in his sleep with his face flushed pink.
You quickly shook him awake. If he was sick, you wouldn’t know what to do. It would be even worse if it was because of the wild planet’s climate; then there was a high chance you’d also catch whatever he had.
When Zorion opened his eyes, they were hazy with tears.
There was a strange confusion in his gaze, as if he didn’t know what he was looking at.
Your heart pounded.
You called out to him.
Meanwhile, Zorion only saw your blurred silhouette, heard your muffled voice. He barely managed to lift his arm to push you away and hoarsely told you to go away. Whatever was happening to him, he felt it would be dangerous to you.
Unfortunately for him, you refused to leave.
Unfortunately for you, Zorion was currently in the process of losing his human shape.
Green-blue tentacles writhed beneath his armor and stretched out from the gaps, swaying gently as they sensed the air. As his face slowly turned into gleaming tentacles, he regretted not wearing his helmet to sleep just to seem more human. Then you wouldn’t have seen his face, and he could have used the armor to isolate your scent. Just how was it possible for a human to smell so... delicious?
Something unknown clawed at where his simulated human heart sat until it disintegrated into its original shape.
You swallowed when you saw the tentacles.
They were the same green-blue shade as Zorion's eyes, tipped with a pale greenish-yellow blush. When they stretched towards you, you hesitated for a moment before touching them. A little tendril hooked around your finger, feeling like a light caress, not at all slimy or wet but dry and warm.
Your heart pounded, your breathing deepening.
Who would’ve thought that tentacle aliens were real...
You wanted to take his armor off, but he stopped you. It was almost as if he had melded with the nano-fabric and porcelain steel plating, turned into a living armor like those from the tomb of the mechanical race’s machine god.
The remaining parts of Zorion’s face distorted with pain, and then his eyes disappeared. A moment later, greenish-yellow eyes opened on his tentacles, sparsely dotted along their lengths like stars. Now, the only human part about him was his shape, and even that was just maintained by his imperial guard armor.
Just as you were utterly fascinated by this strange turn of events, a tentacle wrapped around your wrist and yanked you forward. Then the plate armor opened right before your eyes, revealing a writhing sea of soft, green-blue tentacles and tendrils, welcoming you in their midst.
Before you could even struggle, the armor closed. Submerged in the darkness of his body, you felt the tentacles brush against you, as if carefully exploring your body. After a while, they surged and turned you around, making you lie on your back within the armor. You could breathe and the position was a little more comfortable, so without any sense of danger or self-preservation, you decided to just see where things would go.
Zorion had no idea what you were thinking; he just felt like everything was going terrible. His thoughts seemed to be melting, his tentacle body only barely under his control, yet still unable to be restrained from crawling beneath your clothes. He was aware of the heat flowing within, heard your breath getting heavier, smelled that delicious scent emanating from you get stronger, and even... felt the wetness between your legs. His instincts screamed in agony, and all he could do was at least not hurt you.
So you felt tentacles crawling over your skin, warm and soft, sneaking into your underwear and teasing your nipples and crotch. It made you moan and arch your back, happy to cooperate with whatever this was.
A smaller tendril tickled your clit, causing you to twitch. Another tendril slipped between your folds and teased your entrance for a brief moment before being joined by a few tentacles. Their tips kept brushing against your pussy without further action, leaving you squirming with need.
Finally, when you were so net every contraction of your abdominal muscles produced a squelch, they entered.
One after another, tentacles and tendrils filled your pussy. You hummed and moaned in pleasure every time one was added, until it got tight inside you and any more would be just plain painful.
Fortunately, despite being unable to communicate, Zorion still cared for your wellbeing.
Enclosed in the living armor from head to toe, he felt your every move and each breath. Stuffing your warm, wet pussy to the brim with his tentacles filled him with a strange pleasure, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more, needed to move, needed to...
You felt Zorion squirm around and inside you, and rocked your hips along with the movement. His tentacles managed to prod a slightly rough, particularly sensitive spot within you, and you moaned his name.
The tentacles seemed as if stung with electricity. They spasmed, then calmed down, acting as if they’d discovered a new continent. He tentatively followed your actions, gradually thrusting. Your pussy felt so good he couldn’t resist going harder, divine like a goddess from the days of old, leading him to sin against his liege. Yet he was a false knight, doomed from the very beginning, and even taking you now to breed as heat eroded his reason was less blasphemy and more worship.
Meanwhile, you were in bliss, not really thinking about anything.
All you knew was that when you felt Zorion’s tendrils against your lips, the two thoughts of kissing and reciprocating his affection merged into one, leading you to take them into your mouth. They stiffened as you lightly bit, then licked and sucked them. It took them a while to relax, allowing you to take them deeper into your mouth, but his thrusts grew faster and stronger until he was truly pounding his tentacles into your pussy.
The tentacles surrounding you rubbed against each other, producing a strange hum that made you think even less.
Zorion gave you so much pleasure you’d even be willing to be eaten at this moment.
But that wasn’t the goal.
His tendrils had reached your cervix. One prodded at the tiny hole there, and unbeknownst to you secreted a little liquid. The other tendrils followed, until your cervix was lathered with the liquid, and neither of you even realized that he was opening your core.
You only felt a little strange, and then Zorion penetrated even deeper, reaching a more sensitive place than before, sending you over the edge of pleasure and plunging you into ecstasy. An exhilarating shiver ran up your spine, exploding in your brain like a firework, and a knot in your stomach came undone. Liquid squirted from your pussy and drenched both of your crotch areas, filling the armor with the thick scent of your lust.
Your eyes rolled and toes curled, completely in love with the feeling of him fucking you.
Every passionate rut into your depths hit all the right spots. You had no idea what you were doing or any memory of where you were, only living in this moment of endless pleasure. If possible, you hoped he would continue forever and ever.
Zorion thrust a few more times. Then the tentacles inside your pussy throbbed. A second later, hot cum erupted from their tips, flooding your womb and pussy. More tendrils stretched out to eagerly plug your pussy to prevent his cum from overflowing, fully focused on breeding you.
At the same time, you were absolutely enraptured. His eruption hit a particularly sensitive spot that gave you the quickest second orgasm you’d ever had. Your pussy fluttered wildly, milking him for more and more, utterly oblivious to the swelling of your stomach. You were just in so much pleasure, feeling so elated at being filled by him. It was truly impossible to think of anything else.
It was as if you were drunk, losing all inhibitions in favor of fucking Zorion.
And he felt the same.
Squeezed by you, he almost couldn’t stop cumming. His tentacles gave a few more shallow thrusts through your cervix, spilling his last drops of cum into your womb, and came to a temporary halt.
You felt his tentacles slowly slip out of you, followed by a gush of warm liquid. It drenched your nether region and left you feeling a little empty.
For a while, everything was quiet.
Just as your body returning to a normal temperature and your brain was about to restart, the tentacles filling the armor swayed again, producing their hypnotizing hum. You could feel them heat up around you, infecting you with their warmth, his tentacles moving to fill you once more.
They twisted together into a tight spiral, thin at the tip and wider at the base. The texture of the dips and ridges was sublime, different yet familiar. He sunk into your pussy and dove back into your womb, fucking both holes at the same time. His movements were smoother than the first time, quickly finding his rhythm to rut into you. At the same time, his tendrils started curling around your nipples and clit, tugging and pinching in tandem, adding to the stimulation.
You bit the tendrils by your mouth and dug your fingers into the tentacles lining the armor’s chest plate.
It felt as if he wasn’t only fucking your body, but also your soul, drenching you in his essence.
Fucked into overstimulation, your pussy raw and puffy from all the attention, one climax flowed into the next. Your muscles were sore from trembling so much and your moans had long turned hoarse. When Zorion finally came again, it shook the entire living armor and made you throw your head back in a silent scream.
More cum was pumped into your womb, until it overflowed and gushed into your channel, only to be stopped by the wide base of his twisted tentacles.
Stuffed to the brim and utterly exhausted, you passed out.
