Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

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Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:09 pm

The swamp was a foul, filthy place in Tom’s opinion. But somehow, being outside, in nature, calmed him. Especially when he was out checking his crawfish traps. Humming to himself, the Italian waded into the waist-deep swamp water. He wore a pair of dark rubber overalls though, which protected him and kept the water out. Wearing his usual red gloves, the Medic leaned down and began to inspect one of his traps, hoping that he would have enough for a stew. He got more by putting the traps by trees then just anywhere in the water. “Good, good…” It seemed that this cage had a lot of the little freshwater lobsters for him to cook up. And they appeared to all still be alive, as well. Concentrated on this, the Italian doctor was a tad oblivious to his surroundings, finding that the thoughts of a delicious meal were more tempting then the possibility of someone sneaking up on him.

He should have seen the signs; the excess energy, the heightened appetite, the insomnia, but he'd been so busy trying to get the Infirmary set up and getting his records updated that they'd gone completely unnoticed. Until this morning, when he woke up hot and shaking and /hungry/. He'd managed to keep himself together long enough to get out of the base away from his teammates, scribbling a quick note on the bulletin board to announce that he wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be around for a few days. And now he was here, so deep into the swamp that he'd almost crossed the Respawn border twice. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate, coherent thought being interrupted by genetically altered instincts, that gnawing hunger for something that was certainly not food. Then he caught a scent, faint in the silty water, and his mind was gone, leaving animal instinct to take the wheel as the TentaMedic jetted through the water.

Grabbing the trap and shutting it, Tom moved to put it up on the walkway next to a bucket he’d brought, emptying the trap’s contents into the water-filled bucket. That would keep them alive for about two hours. Good enough for cooking later if he wanted to shower first. Taking the trap in hand, the RED jumped back down into the water, and began to reposition his trap, humming contently to himself and unaware of anything worrisome occurring in the swamp. There were egrets flying through the air, an occasional splash or two from a fish, but nothing that seriously worried the Medic. As far as he was concerned, he was perfectly safe. He hadn’t even seen any alligators around. Most large wildlife stayed out of the battlefield, or at least outside of the Respawn circle. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps some natural instinct. Either way, Tom finished setting up his trap, and moved to try to get up onto the boardwalk again, having a bit of difficulty in picking himself up.

There. He could hear it now, splashing and struggling, and he grinned, baring his sharp teeth in a flash of gleaming white before he approached his quarry, tentacles tilting and flexing just so to disguise his presence below the water's surface. Just a little closer... Long lengths of pure muscle shot up out of the water, twisting around stocky legs and a thick waist and clinging to dampened clothing, dragging his quarry down into the murk.

“Cristo!” Tom yelled when he was grabbed, looking down, his bright blue eyes widening and a fearful expression appearing on his tanned face. “Mostro!” He yelped, and tried to climb back up onto the boardwalk and escape. But the tentacles were powerful, more so than himself, and they managed to drag the Medic down and back into the water again, despite his kicking and yelling. Gasping as he fell in, the leader of RED tried to pry himself free, snarling in Italian as he looked to see what had grabbed him- and stared. The BLU Medic? Another monster? He seethed, moving to try and hit the creature, more then willing to put up a fight to save his life.

Ooo, feisty. He liked them feisty. The creature that had been the BLU's sole Medic that morning grinned from under the water, his prehensile lower limbs quick to twist about and bind up the struggling RED, holding his chosen still enough for him to get in close for a bite. He picked the upper arm, calculating the ease of the bite and how close he could get to the heart and brain. The sedative in his saliva took a bit to work, and he wanted it to do its job as quickly as possible. As much as he liked a good fight, he didn't particularly want to tear this one apart just yet, and he knew that if he got angry enough, he wouldn't hesitate to downgrade his catch to food.

Howling when he was bit, the man swung wildly at the creature, blinking when he felt his skin starting to go numb around the area where he was bitten. Poison? No, it didn’t... Hurt. It was just… Numb. Shuddering, he continued to thrash around, adrenaline running through his system- And then, something else. He went still when he realized this, his bright eyes wide. “You... You little..” Growling, the Medic realized he’d been given some sort of paralyzing agent -something that was making his limbs heavy, and his mind… A bit fuzzy. Panting, the older man glared at the creature which held him, cursing at him loudly. “What are you doing here, you foul mostro? Did your own team think letting you live was some sort of merciful act? You shouldn’t be alive, you sick, disgusting merda!”

Ah, working already. Wonderful. The BLU grinned, ignoring the toxic words as he waited patiently for the sedative to start loosening muscles, shifting from gripping the RED with his tentacles to holding him close with his own arms. All the better to swim with, as he ducked under the water and made off with his prize at breakneck speed. He was not about to have nosy neighbors stumbling upon them, not when he had so much territory in which he could find privacy.

Growling when he felt the other man hold him, the Medic attempted to spit in his face- only to gasp as he was forced underwater, his eyes shutting tightly even as his struggles became weaker. Great, he was going to get eaten, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t this thing simply snap his neck and then feast on his corpse and get it over with? Hissing, the leader of RED realized he was being taken away, probably deep into BLU base. Disgusting. If only he’d been faster in getting up! Curse his weak legs...

Rather than swimming towards his base, the BLU swam off deeper into the wilds of the swamp, surfacing periodically to let his chosen breathe before swimming off again. Around the third time surfacing, he determined that he had come far enough, and began looking for a spot to settle in. He wanted this to be somewhat comfortable for the both of them, it never felt right when it was just him having fun. Ooo, that looked like a nice place. Grinning, the tentacled BLU swam up to an old half-submerged cypress tree, the roots twisted and warped in long arches that curved up and out of the water. He clambered up into the veritable bird's nest of roots, tentacles twisting into the wood for a firm grip as he spread his chosen out upon his lap, purring as he began to divest the RED of his clothing, piece by single piece.

Gasping whenever he was allowed to breathe, Tom found himself becoming less and less able to fight back. Damnit, he was going to get eaten, and if he wasn’t lucky, it was going to be a long, painful death. But then he was being moved, and he blinked, finding himself laid out on the other’s… Membrane? Mantle? What the hell was this thing? Scowling, he tried to back away -only to find himself being stripped. Outraged, the Medic cursed and spat at the creature, his limbs moving weakly as he tried to stop his overalls from being taken off. But they were quickly getting tugged down and off the man’s body, leaving him a pair of boots, pants, and shirt. Already tentacles were trying to tear those off as well, despite Tom’s struggles. “Just kill me, you foul beast! If you want dinner, just kill me and be done with it!” The man snarled, finding it harder and harder to fight back.
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Re: Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:10 pm

Hissing softly, the hybrid took the RED's shirt and shoved a wad of the sleeve into the man's mouth. Really, how rude! If he'd wanted to eat the man, it would have been simple to snap his neck and devour the resulting corpse at his leisure. But, no, he'd gone through a great deal of trouble to capture and subdue the man without harming him outside that one necessary bite and he was taking great pains not to shred his chosen's clothing, even though he really, REALLY wanted to. So many blasted buttons-! He growled, tentacles clenching in irritation before he forced himself to take a breath and relax before he did something he would regret. Like unintentionally hurt his prize.

Giving a surprised and rather muffled sound when he was gagged, Tom continued trying to struggle, finding his limbs being held by tentacles as hands moved to take off his clothing. Growling, he felt almost completely unable to move, his legs and arms simply twitching faintly when he tried to force them to move. He was… even... His thoughts were getting blurred. He realized then, that he had been more then paralyzed- He had been drugged. What the hell was this thing doing, drugging him and stripping him? Did he plan to humiliate him? He didn’t understand it, and... Grunting, he simply closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Ah, much better. The TentaMedic purred, easily tugging off the last of the RED's clothing and setting it aside on the pile he'd made of the sopping wet cloth. He'd leave the gag for now, he had a feeling the elder man had a bit more fight in him yet and didn't particularly feel like hunting down another if this one ticked him off and wound up eaten instead. Though, he had to admit the man did look rather appetizing, all nice muscle and tanned skin... Probably tasted wonderful... He growled to himself, reprimanding. No! Not this one, not yet, at least. Knowing he needed to distract himself from his stomach, the hybrid turned his attention to exploring the man's naked body, purring as he stroked his claws delicately down that broad chest, tentacles coiling leisurely around limbs and twisting around to provide a bit of cushioning for the man's head.

Turning his head away, the man glared darkly at the creature holding him. Disgusting. But there was nothing he could do. Sighing softly, he winced as his last piece of clothing was taken off, his nude body exposed to the... Thing. Tanned, with a soft belly, but having muscled arms and a strong chest. He was definitely not a lightweight pansy. His torso had dark hair on it, with a trail leading down his navel, and to the thick curls of his pubic hair. Below that was his cock- short, but rather thick. Growling softly, the Medic tried to move his body again, and then sighed deeply when he found his limbs extremely sluggish.

Mmm, very sturdy. And strong, if the man's struggles from back at the bases was anything to go by. He'd made a good choice this time, oh yes... Grinning, the hybrid's exploratory touches grew more firm as he rested his chin comfortably on the RED's chest, running his hands down the man's body in long strokes as his tentacles coiled around to press lines of suckers under that strong jaw and down the insides of the man's legs. He was going to have fun with this one...

The RED was disgusted by the other male. He glanced down, glaring, his hands balling into weak fists. But there was nothing he could do. Except feel himself be touched, much like one would feel a cow at the market before buying it. How horrifying. To be treated like a piece of meat. Seething at the concept, he tried to move his head away from the tentacles that pressed against them, and then jerked weakly when he felt another one against his thigh. Suddenly, his eyes widened. This... He wasn’t... Cristo. Renewing his struggles, the man began to yell, his deep voice muffled by the cloth in his mouth. He wasn’t going to be some freak’s fucktoy!

Growling, the hybrid tightened his grip, a tentacle coming around to hold the man's head still while his arms were folded and bound behind his back by another limb, two holding the man's legs bent up in a rather compromising position where he couldn't kick, however weakly. He really hoped he wouldn't have to bite his chosen again, the sedative had a compounding effect that could stop the RED's heart if he wasn't careful. A clawed hand splayed across the man's ribs, pressing him down. "Schtillen Sie."

The RED Leader hissed loudly through the gag as his legs were lifted, and his arms put behind his back. He was being displayed- shown off like a common whore! The indignity of it all enraged the man, turning his face red and his yelling loud, despite its muffled edge. He blinked at the German words, and then narrowed his eyes, trying to move his body away from the tentacles. So it was a beast of that origin, mm? How filthy.

Hmm, this one was starting to really become annoying... Eyes narrowing, the hybrid sat up slightly, an animal intelligence flickering in those strange pupils, and in a blur of motion, the TentaMedic was on top of the RED, biting into the crux of muscle and tendon between shoulder and neck. Sure, he risked overdosing his chosen, but if that happened, he had breakfast and there were others, he'd scented them in the water's current. If the additional sedative worked, though, then the man currently pinned beneath him was in for a wild ride.

Tom’s eyes widened, and he let out a muffled yelp as he was bit again, what little strength he had left soon leaving him, his arms and legs going limp. He shuddered, and tried to turn his head away from the other male, his eyes shut tight. He had barely been touched yet, and he was already feeling violated. There was now honestly nothing he could do. He’d been drugged twice, and already Tom could feel his mind filling up with cotton. It frightened him, but he had no other choice then to accept it for what it was. He was stuck in this situation, and all for some goddamn crawfish. Cristo.

Waiting a moment to make sure the second dose was working, the BLU retreated, licking the blood from his teeth and lips before cleaning the wound, quite happy to settle himself down atop the man while the sedative took effect. He grinned when the RED went limp, tentacles twisting happily before he returned to what he'd been doing prior to his intended's yelling. Purring, he nuzzled against the man's neck, dragging his long, slightly rough tongue up the jugular vein and under the jaw while his hands stroked down that broad chest, some of his tentacles shifting to properly support the man while another few started to fondle the soft skin of his chosen's inner thighs. Mmm, much, much better...

Silent as his neck was licked, the Italian shuddered, mumbling lightly against his gag. He... He was having trouble thinking. He couldn’t focus. Although he was sickened by the feeling of the other against his neck, he could not fight it. Just as he could not stop the hands on his cheek, nor the tentacles intruding on his inner thighs. He was repulsed by the whole thing, but found that his body... Was relaxed. It welcomed a touch like this. It had been so long... Years, since he’d been touched like this. And as disgusting as it was to him, a part of him was also... Interested. Regardless, he was limp, his breathing shallow.

Pleased with the lack of resistance, the TentaMedic was more than happy to have his way with the disoriented RED, purring softly as he stroked and licked (and occasionally nibbled) his prize. It took quite a bit more effort to get a response with the man so heavily sedated, but the hybrid was patient and also quite skilled with a great deal of stamina. Oh, the fun he'd had at some of those wild college parties... A stray tentacle removed the gag, realizing the RED's breathing would likely be improved without it. No need for the man to pass out half way through...
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Re: Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:10 pm

Closing his eyes, the RED simply accepted his fate, too drugged and too far out of it to fully care anymore. He felt himself being touched and licked, much like one would a piece of candy. Or a cock. Maybe he was just a giant dick to this thing, who knew...
Shuddering, he felt his cock beginning to swell -it grew much thicker than before, though not that much longer. A beer can dick, as they would say. Sweat began to glisten on the man’s tanned skin, and his breathing grew heavier. Though when his gag was removed, the Medic panted for a few seconds, before weakly speaking. “M-Mostro… I am... Not a... F-Filthy whore…” Tom managed, before going silent, apparently worn out by the simple effort of talking.

If he heard the words, the hybrid gave no sign, humming pleasantly as he continued to fondle and stroke his captive, a tentacle sliding up to curl around the warm swelling of the RED's member, slick with water and a natural protective layer of slime. He shifted his weight, effectively straddling the man as he spread his mantle, the large soft suckers closest to his center pressing upon heated skin.

Leaning his head back, Tom let a heavy groan slip from his lips. Why did the other have to touch him, and make him feel so good? It was wrong- And yet, so wonderful. He couldn’t even move his hips against the other’s tentacle, not even if he had wanted to. It almost felt like there was lube being poured onto his cock. Such a strange, but... Delicious feeling. Sighing contently, the man opened his eyes, and glanced down, his expression slack-jawed as the Medic saw what the other was doing. “N-No. I... A-Am not… F-Fucking... An /animal/...” He groaned, trying to move but unable to. Instead he felt the other’s hole pressed against the head of his cock, the organ twitching in response, eager to plunge into the other’s body.

The TentaMedic's purr deepened, brilliant blue eyes at a lazy half-mast as he rubbed his soft underside against his captive's warm body. Oh, but that felt /good/... The tentacle working at the RED's erection slid away to curl under the man's hips, lifting him up into an optimal position for the hybrid to lower himself down, practically cooing in pleasure as his much too empty opening was filled by his chosen's girth. Mmm, this one really had been a good choice!

Moaning as he felt the head of his cock being teased, Tom glanced down again, confused. That... Didn’t feel like… Could it be...? Oh, no. No, no, no. “Cristo…” He groaned, his head falling back. Great. He was going to be a father. A father of a bunch of animals. How wonderful. Closing his eyes tightly, the Medic gave a louder, deeper moan, feeling the other start to sink down on him, his cock twitching against the other’s slick, tight insides. Fuck, it had been so long, he’d nearly forgotten what it’d felt like being in one of these… “Get... Off... Of me... You d-disgusting... Freak..” Tom tried, shaking his head weakly as the other continued. He didn’t want this. Even though it felt... Pretty goddamn good. Christ, he hoped no one would see him like this...

This far out in the swamp, the only person who might come across them was the gator Sniper Jacques, and even then, the halfling wouldn't bother to even try swimming until he'd done his daily basking in the sun to warm up. So, they were all alone out here, with only the birds and the bugs to watch. And they weren't telling. The TentaMedic groaned, the sound rumbling up from somewhere deep in his chest as his tentacles squirmed in a delighted frenzy. While the RED was not wrong in his assumption, it wasn't quite right, either. Gerhard was indeed male in the human sense, but, through some funny quirk in the process that had turned him from human to, well, not-so-human, he'd also gained the female parts of an octopus, resulting in a rather interesting cross-species hermaphrodite. Who was quite happily fucking himself and his captive stupid.

Soft grunts and groans escaped the Medic, who felt the other male slide himself up and down his cock, riding it as if the RED was a show pony. Goddamn. Maybe if the thing had been human, he might have considered it... Perhaps. He could have done a lot on his own; His hands, his hips… He was a good lover, when given the chance. And more often than not, he forced the chance. But now... He could not do anything other than shift about weakly, moaning in his deep voice and finding himself enjoying the sensation of a good fuck. The other was tight enough to cause friction that made jolts of pleasure go down the older man’s spine. He couldn't even talk anymore; just gasp and bite his bottom lip. Everything felt so good-!

He could feel the man below him starting to reach his peak, and the hybrid redoubled his efforts, a tentacle slipping in to pump the RED's member as another slid around to poke at the man's entrance. A few light motions to get the feel for things, and the tentacle plunged inside, aiming straight for that wonderful little bundle of nerves that would speed things along nicely. And then he would get to return the favor.

Tom's eyes went wide open as he felt a tentacle wrapping around him, groaning. He didn't want to admit this felt good... How wonderful it felt. Hissing slightly as he felt something prodding between his legs, he tried to shift- only to gasp as he was penetrated. And then- Oh, no. Right there. Not right there, anything but- "N-No! D-Don't, you f-foul beast, I w-will..." Tilting his head back, the Italian let out a deep, rumbling moan, his body beginning to go tense as his orgasm came closer and closer, sweat dripping from the RED's body.

Grinning, the TentaMedic licked his long tongue over the sharp points of his teeth as he arched his back like a rather pleased feline, pressing his hips downward and grinding upon his captive's now-dripping erection as his tentacle kneaded and teased that slight knot of the man's prostate, minute suckers gripping and releasing the delicate internal flesh. Not too long now... He shivered in anticipation, purr deepening into a near growl as his free tentacles twisted around his chosen's limbs. With the heightened pulse rate and adrenalin increase, the sedative was going to be wearing off sooner rather than later, and he really didn't want to have to bite again and possibly cause the RED's heart to stop. That would just be a waste.

Tom's eyes were lidded, and he groaned heatedly, feeling throbs of pleasure go straight to his cock. He was close, so close-! It drove him crazy, how good this felt. How long it'd been since he'd /felt/ things like this. Arching his body as much as the sedatives would let him, the Medic let out a rumbling growl, his thighs and arms twitching, the RED's head tilted back and his mouth open. "Cristo, y-you-" He started, and then tensed up, his cock giving a strong twitch- And then the man was over his peak. Gasping aloud, he arched his hips into the other's body, trying to grind up as his cock pulsed, each beat letting out a squirt of cum. And then it was slowing down, the man's eyes shut, his breathing heavy and labored. "N-No, you... H-How d-dare you... Making me.. I-In /you/..." He growled, but made no movement to fight. He couldn't.

The hybrid squeezed and stroked the man's member until he was absolutely certain he'd gotten all he could from the RED, humming contentedly as he pet one hand down his captive's chest, feeling the hot, sweat slickened skin with the air of someone admiring an exquisite bolt of silken cloth. He did so love the after effects of these activities, the way a body shook and trembled and stiffened under him, the scents that were made and the sounds that he heard. It was really quite beautiful... He shivered, giving a soft moan as he felt a slight but growing pressure upon his insides. Mmm, time to return the favor... Sliding his tentacle out of the RED, he lifted himself up and shifted into a new position, manipulating the exhausted and still partially drugged man where he wanted him.
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Re: Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:11 pm

Grunting as he was milked, Tom leaned his head back, his mouth open and panting. And then the other male was slowly lifting off him, the RED trying to turn away and shuddering softly. "I... W-Will not... B-Be the father of a m-mostro's b-bastard c-children..." He murmured, his eyes shut tightly. He felt sick to his stomach. Christ. Blinking softly, he made a dazed sound, wondering why the other thing was still holding onto him? Couldn't he just get sent to Respawn already? What the hell was this thing trying to do with him...?

Paying little if any attention to the Italian's words, the TentaMedic growled in a vaguely frustrated manner as the pressure built inside, his tentacles twitching and twisting around themselves. God, if he hadn't been horny before, he certainly was now, feeling more than a little hot and bothered as he got into position. He had to pause a moment to catch his breath, gills flaring along his ribs in an attempt to get a little extra oxygen. Damn if it hadn't been awhile... With the man's legs folded up and out of the way, the hybrid had easy access to the hole his tentacle had loosened, and he didn't hesitate to plunge his own much longer and slimmer erection into the vulnerable RED.

Confused and dazed, the Medic blinked when his legs were pushed up, his body squirming as he began to protest- Only to give a sharp yelp as the other's cock pressed inside him, the man cursing loudly and trying to pull himself away. "No! Mostro! H-How dare you! A-As if-! As if I am a c-common /whore/!" Seething, he bucked weakly, the sedative starting to wear off.

Hissing, the hybrid glanced up to glare at his struggling captive, quite obviously running low on patience as his tentacles tightened their grip to a less-than-comfortable degree, clawed hands digging into the wood on either side of the man's waist. Part of him wanted to screw the whole deal and find a new partner, but he wasn't really in the mood to go searching again and that pressure in his lower belly was becoming almost painfully insistent, so he twisted a tentacle around the RED's throat, squeezing a warning. As annoying as it would be, he could go find another...

Bright eyes widened, and the Medic glanced down, watching as the tentacle curled around his strong neck. Fuck. Then he narrowed his eyes at the creature, unafraid. "Kill me, then. I'll enjoy hunting you down, you sick, disgusting beast." Tom growled deeply, eying the other creature fearlessly. "And get that /thing/ out of me."

The TentaMedic growled, but the sound trailed off into an almost pained sounding whine, body shivering and brow furrowing as his tentacles twitched and convulsed. Damn it all, he /needed/ this-! Shaking his head as if to clear a fog from his mind, the hybrid braced himself and went to business with an almost frantic energy, desperate to relieve the pressure spreading throughout his lower abdomen that made his skin flush and his body hot as if fevered.

"AH! C-Cristo!" Yelling as he was roughly fucked, the Medic closed his eyes tightly, his hands fisted and squirming against the tentacles that held them. He felt... Filthy. He felt like a dirty whore that had been picked up from the street and was being /used/ and, God-! He never wanted this. But.. Goddamn. The other was starting to bump against the little nub inside him, causing the Medic's cock to respond, starting to thicken again despite his attempts to fight back.

Sensing the positive response, a tentacle slid up to tend to the RED's burgeoning new erection, stroking and fondling in time with the hybrid's forceful thrusts as they grew in speed and force alike.

Gasping loudly, the Medic arched his body against the other's thrusts and tentacle, his bright blue eyes wide. And then they were shut tight, the RED moaning loudly, his tanned skin quivering under the other's touch. His thighs even tried to spread a bit, the Medic finding himself overcome by pleasure. He was induced into a complacent state, growling occasionally, but with no further protest. At least Tom knew /he/ wouldn't be popping out babies.

With the lack of struggle, the TentaMedic was able to turn his full attention to the task at hand, panting and mewling at intervals as he worked himself into a frenzy. Come on, come on, come on-! As if bursting a bubble, the pressure on his insides winked away, and for a moment he was just about in tears with relief before being utterly blind sided by an intense orgasm that made his whole body lock up, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut as he came. And came and came, his body expelling an inhumanly vast amount of thick fluid into the man pinned beneath him, the rush disguising the dozen or so small rounded objects that entered as well, quickly adhering to the walls of the RED's intestinal tract. Finally, it was over, and the hybrid went limp, slumping across his mate's body with a low moan.

The other’s frenzy easily set off the Medic, himself groaning and arching his hips again. Loud curses spilled from his thick lips, and he was squeezing around the other’s cock, his own seed spilling out over his stomach. He couldn’t control himself-! And his second orgasm was over... But then there was pressure filling him, and when he glanced down he could almost /see/ the other’s cock pumping God-knows-what inside him. It was thick, and there was a lot of it, some dribbling out and down the curve his ass. Great. “M... Mostro...” He managed, his body weak from the other’s rough treatment. He felt filthy. Even the swamp water was nothing compared to the disgusting feeling all over himself. He’d need a shower, and goddamn, he’d need a long one.

Purring contentedly like some kind of large domestic cat, the hybrid shifted over to cuddle and nuzzle against his chosen, exhausted from all the activity, feeling empty and tired but satisfied. Oh, yes, so very satisfied... It didn't take long for the TentaMedic to start coming down from the euphoria, his stomach grumbling irritably, and he sat up with frown, taking a moment to shake himself before he turned to the RED. He couldn't very well go hunting and leave his mate to fend for himself... Ah, yes, the bases, the bases were safe. Nodding to himself, the hybrid calmly pulled his mate up into a slightly reclined sitting position and methodically began to dress him. He had to keep his mate safe now, and the clothing would help, that he knew. He would have to be much gentler returning to the bases as well...

Admittedly, he would have pushed the other male away, but... He couldn’t. He felt noodly and the sedatives, despite wearing off, worked rather nicely with the two orgasms he’d just had. Goddamn. Groaning lightly, Tom blinked when he felt his clothes being put on him. Wasn’t the thing going to kill him now? Eat him? Eyebrows raised, the Medic observed the other’s actions, and then tried to sit up, hissing as he did so. “...Why haven’t you killed me?” He asked, tiredly tilting his head to the side. “Why did you even do this...” He wouldn’t be able to sit down properly for a while, would he? God forbid his team noticed if he was limping. Although maybe, if he was lucky, they’d just think he was old and constipated. That was better then having rumors going around of him having been fucked by some squid-thing. Christ.

Hearing that hiss, the TentaMedic stiffened a moment before moving forward, cooing in a soothing manner as he fussed over his mate. The soreness would pass eventually, but he still felt bad about it, wanting to remove the pain and keep his chosen safe and relatively happy for the time being. Satisfied that he'd done what he could to comfort his mate, the hybrid backed off a bit, glancing about furtively before pulling the RED close, arms wrapping around the man in a decidedly protective manner before he slipped into the water, keeping his and his mate's heads above water as he swam towards the bases.
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Re: Heat <Gerhard and Tom, NSFW> Currently Incomplete

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:11 pm

He still didn’t understand why the other was acting like this- The word for it, they had one in English. Doting? He was being taken care of and it was the strangest goddamn feeling. And then he was being hugged, the Medic staring at the other male and then giving a sound of surprise when he was in the water again. At least the monster had the decency to keep his head above water this time. Though he didn’t say anything- rather, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Normally, he would have attempted to kill the beast, but... It was treating him very kindly. Even though it had forced itself upon him rather viciously. “...You’re going to regret it if I find out you’ve done anything permanent to me.” He finally ground out, giving the other male a flat look. He didn’t want to get diseases or scars, not by any means.

The hybrid voiced a soft mewling sound at the displeased look, brow furrowing in a manner that almost seemed apologetic combined with those cornflower blue eyes, even if the horizontal pupils were a bit creepy, but there was no fully coherent reply to the threat. Whatever human intelligence the BLU had just wasn't there, at least for the time being. It took almost 20 minutes to swim all the way back to the bases, and by that point, the TentaMedic was visibly fatigued, no longer swimming but rather using his long tentacles to walk along the bottom of the bog with the RED being carried just high enough for his head to be above water.

The sedative was wearing off, and Tom found his strength eventually coming back to him. Though it seemed as he got stronger, the creature holding him got weaker. It was enough to make Tom pity the other male, to the point where he pushed at it quietly. “...I can swim. You don’t need to carry me.” A hand moved to hesitantly run through the creature’s hair, and nudge him away again, the leader of RED moving as if to swim on his own. Yes, his ass still hurt, but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal. He would be fine.

Rather than being relieved, the hybrid voiced a near panicked whine and scrambled to get his grip back. He could do this, he was a good mate, he was! Even though his slender body was beginning to tremble in exhaustion, he kept on as the water slowly started to grow shallower, clinging to the RED tightly enough for his claws to make impressions in the man's overalls, though he was careful not to let them dig in. Finally, they reached the bridge, and after a moment to make sure the coast was clear, the TentaMedic crawled up and clung to the bank, helping his mate to safety. With that done, he let himself sink under the water, curling up in a pale blue-white ball on the silty bottom to rest.

Blinking at the sounds coming from the animal, he stared for a few moments, and then found himself on the shoreline. Sitting at first, and then standing, with his hand holding his sore behind. He stepped away from the blue thing then, staring at it in confusion, before turning away, waving a hand in a callous good bye as he started back up into his base, limping lightly as he did so.

-To Be Continued-
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