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San was alone in Seonghwa’s cabin, the soft flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the autumn rain tapped lightly against the windowpanes, adding to the cozy warmth within. San had spent the evening wandering the small, rustic space, nosing through the things Seonghwa kept hidden away. It wasn’t his intention to pry—it never was—but Seonghwa had left him alone for the night, and San’s curiosity was impossible to ignore.
He didn’t expect to find the chest, nor did he expect to discover its contents when the old wooden lid creaked open. Pushing aside the blankets and forgotten trinkets, San's eyes widened at what lay beneath: a large, sleek tentacle dildo, its surface shimmering under the dim light. The object was… striking. Detailed with ridges and suckers that spiraled up its length, it looked almost alive.
San’s heart quickened. His mind wandered, the possibilities unfurling faster than he could control. Tentacles weren’t something he had ever really thought about in that way. Or had he? The idea stirred something deep inside him, an urge he didn’t know was there. His hands trembled slightly as he picked it up, testing the weight. It was heavy, slick to the touch, and more than anything, it felt right.
San felt a rush of heat spread through him, and before he knew it, he was spreading himself out on the couch, clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. His ginger tail flicked restlessly behind him as he stretched his legs out, already hard, already desperate for something more.
He reached for the bottle of lube Seonghwa kept nearby. His hands were unsteady as he poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the cool liquid making him shiver slightly as it dripped over his skin. The anticipation was intoxicating. He lay back against the cushions, spreading his thighs, his cock twitching with need as he worked his slick fingers between his legs. The first touch to his entrance sent a jolt through him, a quiet moan escaping his lips as he slowly circled the sensitive skin.
San’s breathing grew heavier as he pressed the first finger inside, the stretch sharp but satisfying. His hips lifted slightly, his body immediately responding to the sensation. His other hand worked to coat the dildo in more lube, slicking it down as his thoughts became muddled with arousal.
He added a second finger, stretching himself further as he worked himself open. His head tipped back, his mind swimming in the heat and sensation. He took his time, savoring every slick, careful thrust of his fingers, working his way up to three, then four. The stretch made him whimper, the burn turning into pleasure with every slow movement.
With his fingers deep inside, he reached for the tentacle dildo. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his skin flushed and heated. The sight of the toy, slick and gleaming, sent another surge of desire through him. He bit his lip, his fingers sliding out of his body as he lined the tip of the dildo up with his entrance.
The first push of the toy was a shock. The thick ridges stretched him further than his fingers had, and he let out a breathy moan as the cool, silicone surface pressed inside. Slowly, carefully, he eased it in, his body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. Inch by inch, the tentacle dildo filled him, the suckers and ridges rubbing against his walls in a way that had him gasping for air.
His hips jerked involuntarily as he slid it deeper, feeling the toy throb within him as he began to move it in and out. The stretch was perfect, the way it dragged against every sensitive spot sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him. His free hand drifted to his cock, stroking it slowly as he rocked his hips, the slick sounds of the dildo filling the room.
He was completely lost in the sensation, his mind foggy with desire. His moans grew louder, his body arching off the couch as he chased the pleasure building deep inside him. He didn’t hear the creak of the floorboard behind him, didn’t notice the familiar scent that filled the air.
It wasn’t until he felt the faintest brush of warm breath against the back of his neck that he froze.
San’s heart skipped a beat. His ears twitched, and a soft gasp escaped his lips as he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. He tried to turn, but a pair of hands—familiar and gentle—settled on his waist, holding him in place. San’s breath caught in his throat, the pleasure still buzzing through his body, making it hard to think clearly.
“I didn’t think I’d come home to this,” came Hongjoong’s voice, low and affectionate. San’s body trembled at the sound, a rush of embarrassment and arousal flooding him all at once.
“H-Hongjoong…” San’s voice was breathless, a shiver running down his spine as he felt Hongjoong press closer from behind.
Hongjoong’s hands were warm as they roamed over San’s hips, his fingers brushing against San’s flushed skin.
“You could’ve told me you were into this,” he murmured, lips close to San’s ear. “I would’ve joined you sooner.”
San swallowed hard, his mind racing.
“I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”
A low chuckle escaped Hongjoong, his arms wrapping around San’s waist, pulling him back against his chest.
“I wasn’t planning on it, but… this was too good to pass up.”
San’s breath hitched as Hongjoong’s hand drifted lower, brushing over the toy still inside him. He squirmed, his body hypersensitive from the pleasure he’d been building up, but Hongjoong’s touch was soothing, careful.
“Relax,” Hongjoong whispered, his lips grazing San’s neck. “You’re doing so well.”
San’s body melted into Hongjoong’s embrace, the tension in his muscles easing as he let out a soft sigh. He had nothing to hide now—Hongjoong had caught him, and instead of judgment, there was only love in his voice.
But then, San felt something strange. Something different. The sensation was subtle at first, a slight shift in the air around them. He blinked, confusion settling in as something soft, slick, and warm slid along his thigh.
San’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down. His eyes widened as he saw what was happening—dark, glistening tentacles were wrapping around his waist and legs, coiling around him with gentle, deliberate movements.
“What…?” San’s voice trembled, not in fear, but in awe. He tried to look back at Hongjoong, but his lover was already guiding him back into his arms, holding him close.
“I was scared to show you this,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice soft and full of affection. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about me… about this.”
San’s heart pounded in his chest as he processed what was happening. Hongjoong’s tentacles moved with an almost sentient grace, sliding over his skin, exploring him, but never too forceful. He swallowed hard, his body trembling, not from fear, but from the intense arousal coursing through him.
“I—” San’s voice faltered, but he turned his head to look at Hongjoong, his eyes wide. “You… this is amazing.”
Hongjoong let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“You don’t think it’s… too much?”
San shook his head quickly, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Not at all. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Hongjoong’s eyes softened, his arms tightening around San as the tentacles slowly began to move in earnest, one of them gently coaxing the dildo out of San’s body. San whimpered at the loss, but the tentacles quickly took its place, one pressing into him slowly, filling him with a warmth and fullness that made his head spin.
“I love you,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he kissed the side of San’s neck.
“I love you too,” San breathed, his surrounded arching into the touch as the tentacles filled him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect mix of intimacy and pleasure as they moved together, San surrendering completely to the love and trust he felt in Hongjoong’s embrace.
San’s breath came in ragged gasps as Hongjoong’s tentacles surrounded him, the cool, slick texture brushing against every inch of his skin. The sensation was overwhelming—too much and yet not enough. His body ached for more, his hips already moving on their own, seeking out the pressure, the fullness.
Hongjoong’s lips never left San’s skin, trailing soft kisses along his shoulder, his breath hot against the ginger-furred ears that twitched with every sensation. San moaned when one tentacle brushed over his cock, teasing him with light, almost playful touches. His mind was a haze of need, and the feeling of being enveloped in Hongjoong’s tentacles was intoxicating in ways he couldn’t even describe.
One tentacle, thick and slick, pressed against his entrance, where the dildo had left him open and wanting. San whimpered as it slid inside, stretching him with ease, the ridges rubbing against his walls in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight through his core.
“Joong…” San’s voice was breathy, barely more than a whisper. His tail curled instinctively as his body responded to the stretch, his hips pressing back as if to take more.
Hongjoong shushed him softly, his lips pressing against San’s neck as the tentacle moved deeper, filling him inch by inch.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with love and desire. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”
San tried to breathe, but it was impossible to focus with the sheer pleasure flooding his senses. Hongjoong’s tentacles were everywhere—one wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly against Hongjoong’s chest, while another teased his nipples, making his whole body shudder with sensitivity. Every touch was deliberate, slow, designed to drive him to the brink of madness.
Another tentacle slid down his thigh, curling around his cock with a firm, wet grip. San’s hips bucked, a sharp moan ripping from his throat as the tentacle pumped him in time with the one filling his ass. The rhythm was slow but relentless, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through his veins.
San’s body was trembling, his muscles taut as he struggled to keep himself together.
“Joong, I… I can’t…” he whimpered, his head falling back against Hongjoong’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Hongjoong murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His voice was calm, soothing, even as his tentacles moved with more purpose.
“I want to hear you. I want to feel everything.”
San’s breath hitched as Hongjoong’s hand, warm and gentle, cupped his cheek. His thumb brushed over San’s parted lips, and San instinctively opened his mouth, taking the finger in without hesitation. Hongjoong chuckled softly, his other hand trailing down San’s body, fingers teasing the base of his tail where he was most sensitive.
San gasped around Hongjoong’s finger, his whole body jerking at the touch. His ears flattened as he moaned, the sound muffled by Hongjoong’s finger in his mouth, his hips moving desperately as he rode the tentacle fucking into him.
But it wasn’t enough. San wanted more, needed more. His body was on fire, every nerve ending lit up by Hongjoong’s relentless teasing. He opened his mouth wider, wordlessly begging for something else, something deeper.
Hongjoong seemed to understand.
“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice teasing but full of affection. “I’ll give you what you want.”
One of the tentacles, slick and warm, brushed against San’s lips, pressing lightly as if asking for permission. San whimpered, his tongue darting out to taste the strange, salty-sweet texture, his mind already fogged with desire. Slowly, he opened his mouth wider, letting the tentacle slide inside.
The feeling was surreal—wet, smooth, and undeniably alive. It pressed deeper, filling his mouth in slow, deliberate movements, the ridges rubbing against his tongue in a way that made him moan around it. His lips stretched around the thick tentacle, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth as Hongjoong pushed it deeper, hitting the back of his throat.
San’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands fisting the couch cushions as he surrendered completely to Hongjoong’s touch. He could feel every inch of the tentacles inside him—his ass stretched wide, his cock being stroked, his mouth filled almost to the point of choking. The pressure was everywhere, overwhelming and perfect all at once.
Hongjoong’s voice was soft, full of love as he whispered against San’s ear. “You’re so beautiful like this, San. Taking everything I give you.”
San moaned around the tentacle in his mouth, his throat constricting as it pushed deeper, but he welcomed the feeling. His body was trembling, his muscles taut as Hongjoong’s tentacles thrust into him, filling him completely.
The one in his ass moved faster now, the ridges dragging against his walls with every thrust, making his whole body shudder. The tentacle around his cock tightened, pumping him harder as his pleasure built to unbearable heights. And the one in his mouth kept pushing deeper, fucking into his throat with slow, deliberate motions, making him drool and moan as his body gave in completely to the pleasure.
Hongjoong’s grip on him tightened as he whispered, “Come for me, San.”
That was all it took. San’s body convulsed, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He cried out around the tentacle in his mouth, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he came hard, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum spilled over his stomach. His whole body trembled as the pleasure ripped through him, leaving him breathless and spent.
The tentacles didn’t stop. They kept moving, fucking into him with a slow, steady rhythm, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body. San whimpered, his body oversensitive, but he didn’t want it to stop. He never wanted this feeling to end.
Hongjoong’s voice was soft, soothing as he kissed San’s neck, his tentacles still holding him close.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice full of love. “You did so well, baby.”
San melted into Hongjoong’s arms, his body completely spent, but his heart full of warmth. The tentacles slowly eased out of him, leaving him feeling empty but sated, the afterglow of pleasure washing over him like a comforting embrace.
Hongjoong held him close, his hands gently stroking San’s hair, his voice barely a whisper as he kissed the top of his head.
“I love you.”
San smiled weakly, his eyes half-closed as he leaned into Hongjoong’s touch.
“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection.
And in that moment, with Hongjoong’s tentacles still wrapped around him in a gentle embrace, San knew there was nothing else he could ever want.
San’s body was still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, his limbs slack as he melted into Hongjoong’s embrace. The tentacles around him slowly retracted, leaving behind a slick warmth that made his skin tingle. But Hongjoong wasn’t done with him yet—not by a long shot.
San had barely caught his breath when he felt the first subtle shift in the air again. His sensitive body flinched slightly, still feeling the remnants of overstimulation, but there was something new in the way Hongjoong touched him. The tender strokes of his lover’s hands over his skin were laced with a deeper purpose, something that made San’s heart race all over again.
Hongjoong’s lips ghosted over San’s ear, his voice low, teasing.
“I have something special for you, my love.”
San barely had time to process what was happening when he felt the familiar slick sensation of Hongjoong’s tentacles once again sliding around him, holding him in place. But this time, there was something different—something firmer, heavier, and far more intentional about the way they moved.
Hongjoong’s hands cupped San’s hips, pulling him up slightly so that his ass was raised. San gasped softly as the position shifted, his body responding to the shift in energy. The soft, teasing strokes of the tentacles had changed, replaced with something more primal.
Before San could ask what Hongjoong meant, he felt it. The weight of something thick and round, pressing insistently against his stretched hole.
San’s breath hitched, his body tensing as realization dawned on him.
“Joong, what…?”
Hongjoong’s voice was soothing, but there was an edge of lust behind it that made San’s toes curl.
“I want you to take my eggs, San. They’re big… but I know you can handle it. I want you full.”
San’s eyes widened, his mind racing at the idea. He whimpered, his hips bucking slightly, but the tentacles held him firmly in place, leaving him with no choice but to surrender to the sensation. The egg—large and heavy—pressed harder against his entrance, stretching him impossibly wide.
“Oh god…” San’s voice trembled as the first egg slowly pushed inside, the stretch so intense it bordered on painful, but the pleasure that followed was enough to send his senses spinning. His body strained to take it, the ridges of the egg rubbing against his already sore walls. It was almost too much.
Almost.
San moaned loudly, his body arching as the egg slid deeper inside, filling him in a way that left him breathless. The sensation of being stretched so wide, so completely full, was overwhelming in the best possible way. He felt like he was going to break, but instead, his body craved more.
“Joong…” San whimpered, his voice ragged. “It’s so big…”
“I know,” Hongjoong whispered, his breath hot against San’s skin as he kissed his neck. “You’re taking it so well, baby. But we’re not done yet. There’s more.”
San’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as the second egg pressed against his stretched hole, already filled to the brim. His body protested, the pressure building to a point that felt like too much, but Hongjoong’s hands were gentle, guiding him, whispering soothing words of encouragement.
“You can do it, San,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you take all of them.”
San’s body trembled as the second egg began to slide inside, stretching him even wider. He cried out, his hands gripping the couch as his body struggled to take the sheer size of it. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but the pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that he didn’t care.
The second egg pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until it finally settled deep inside him alongside the first. San’s whole body was shaking, his mind barely able to comprehend the fullness. He felt stuffed to the brim, his belly bulging slightly from the sheer size of the eggs inside him.
And then, he felt it—the weight of Hongjoong’s cock pressing against his entrance, still stretched wide from the eggs. San whimpered, his body trembling as Hongjoong teased him, rubbing the head of his cock over his hole, not pushing in just yet.
“I need to fertilize them,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice low and husky. “Even if you can’t incubate them, I want you to feel it. To feel me filling you, making them mine.”
San’s heart pounded, his body quivering with anticipation. He knew it wasn’t possible—there was no way his body could actually incubate the eggs. But the thought, the raw, primal idea of being bred, of Hongjoong claiming him in such an intimate way, made his cock twitch with renewed arousal.
“Please, Joong,” San begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Fuck me.”
Hongjoong didn’t need to be told twice. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, his cock sliding into San’s already stuffed hole, pressing the eggs deeper inside him. The sensation was indescribable—the stretch, the fullness, the way Hongjoong’s cock moved against the eggs inside him, made San’s mind spin.
Hongjoong set a slow, steady rhythm, his hips rocking into San with deliberate care, each thrust pushing the eggs deeper, pressing against San’s sensitive walls. San could barely breathe, his body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled, stretched to his limit.
“You’re so full, baby,” Hongjoong groaned, his hands gripping San’s hips as he fucked him with slow, deep thrusts. “So fucking perfect.”
San’s voice was a broken whimper, his body convulsing with pleasure. Every thrust sent the eggs pressing against his walls, the sheer weight of them making him feel like he was going to burst. But he loved it. Every second of it.
“I’m going to fill you,” Hongjoong growled, his hips snapping harder against San. “You’re going to feel me, inside you, everywhere.”
San’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body locking up as pleasure ripped through him. His cock twitched, untouched, as he came hard, his cum spilling onto the couch below him. But Hongjoong didn’t stop. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.
With a final, deep thrust, Hongjoong came, his cock pulsing inside San as he emptied himself deep within him, the sensation of warmth spreading through San’s body. He moaned, the feeling of being so completely full, so utterly claimed, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through him.
Hongjoong slowly eased out of San, the eggs still nestled deep inside him. San’s body trembled as Hongjoong gently pulled out, leaving him feeling empty and full all at once.
But they weren’t done yet.
San panted, his body weak and trembling, but Hongjoong was there, supporting him, helping him to his knees as the eggs shifted inside him. San’s breath hitched, his body instinctively pushing as the first egg began to move.
San's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he struggled to push the first egg out. His muscles tensed, sweat beading on his forehead as the heavy, slick weight shifted inside him, moving slowly toward his stretched entrance. Every inch was a struggle, the egg pressing against his walls in a way that made his whole body shudder.
Hongjoong knelt behind him, his hands stroking San’s trembling thighs, his voice soft and soothing.
“You’re doing so well, San,” he whispered, but there was a mischievous edge to his tone. His fingers trailed up to San’s hole, where the egg was halfway out, stretching him wide as it made its slow descent.
San whimpered, his whole body shaking as he bore down, trying to push the egg out, but just as the widest part was about to slide free, Hongjoong’s fingers pressed against it, gently pushing it back inside.
“Not so fast, baby,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice teasing. “I want to see you work for it.”
San let out a broken moan, his hips bucking instinctively as his body fought against the pressure. His hole stretched wide, desperate to expel the egg, but Hongjoong’s fingers kept it firmly in place, teasing him with the promise of release only to deny it at the last moment.
“Joong, please,” San begged, his voice trembling with frustration and need. His hands gripped the couch tightly, his muscles straining as he tried to push, but the pressure was relentless, keeping the egg trapped inside him. His tail flicked in agitation, his body aching for release.
Hongjoong chuckled softly, his breath warm against San’s skin as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the base of his neck.
“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered. “So desperate, so full. But you can do it, San. I know you can.”
With a soft, agonizing moan, San bore down again, his entire body trembling with the effort. The egg shifted slowly, painfully, inching closer to the edge, but Hongjoong’s teasing fingers never left, pushing back just enough to prolong San’s torment.
San’s breath hitched as the egg finally started to slide free, the stretch almost unbearable, his hole burning from the strain. His muscles ached, his body quivering with the effort, but Hongjoong’s soft words of encouragement kept him going.
“Good boy,” Hongjoong purred, his fingers tracing the edge of San’s stretched entrance. “Just a little more…”
San whimpered, his hips bucking as the egg inched closer to freedom. His body trembled, every muscle taut, but just as it was about to pop free, Hongjoong’s hand moved once again, pushing it back inside with deliberate care. San cried out, his voice high and needy, as his body fought against the pressure, the overwhelming need to push taking over his every thought.
“Joong!” San gasped, his body shaking with desperation. He was so close, so impossibly full, but the teasing was driving him to the brink.
Hongjoong smirked, his fingers still pressing gently against the egg, keeping it from sliding free.
“You can do it, baby,” he whispered, his voice full of playful affection. “I know it’s hard, but I want to see you struggle. I want to see you take it.”
With a final, trembling push, San’s body tensed, his muscles contracting as the egg finally slid free, landing heavily on the couch with a wet squelch. San let out a breathless moan, his entire body collapsing as the tension released, leaving him shaking and spent.
But Hongjoong wasn’t done yet.
Before San could even catch his breath, he felt Hongjoong’s fingers at his entrance again, teasing the second egg into place. The stretch was immediate, intense, as the weight of the egg pressed against his already sore hole.
San whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to push, but this time the egg seemed even harder to expel. His muscles strained, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his body fought to push the massive egg out.
But Hongjoong wasn’t making it easy.
As San’s trembling body struggled, Hongjoong’s hand cupped his ass, his fingers teasing the rim of his stretched hole.
Just as the egg began to slide out, Hongjoong pushed it back in, his smirk audible in his voice. “Not yet, baby. I want you to feel every second of it.”
San cried out in frustration, his body trembling with the effort. His muscles ached, his mind spinning with the need for release, but Hongjoong’s teasing was relentless. Every time San got close, Hongjoong pushed the egg back, making his body fight for every inch.
Finally, with one last push, San’s body gave in, the second egg sliding free with a wet squelch, leaving him panting, exhausted, and completely spent.
Hongjoong kissed the back of his neck, his voice soft and full of pride. “You did so well, San,” he whispered, his hands gently stroking San’s trembling body. “So perfect.”
San collapsed into Hongjoong’s arms, his body completely spent, but a satisfied smile playing on his lips despite the exhaustion. He’d never felt so full, so claimed, and the teasing had only made it that much more intense.
Hongjoong chuckled softly, holding San close as he whispered, “Maybe next time, I’ll make you take even more.”