queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-31 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: queenoftheskies, f: final fantasy vi, march 14, p: sabin/ultros |
"Washed Away", Final Fantasy VI (Ultros/Sabin)
Title: Washed Away
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: tentacle sex
Word count: 1,057
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Ultros/Sabin: tentacles - "Perhaps jumping into the water hadn't been the best idea."
A/N: This prompt is for March 14. Sorry it's late.
Perhaps jumping into the water hadn't been the best idea.
Whisked away by the rapids, blinded by the spray thrown up by the churning water, Sabin had lost sight of Ultros. He'd also lost sight of the raft bearing his companions down river, hoped that they reached safety, and that he'd be able to regroup with them later.
He was through the first leg of the rapids before he felt it: a slimy touch on his leg. A jerk and kick and he was free...until something wrapped around his ankle and pulled him away from a broken branch he'd been reaching for. With a curse, Sabin struggled to free himself, throwing his leg against an outcrop of rock that rose briefly about the water's surface.
But, without the use of his arms, which he thrashed to keep himself from drowning, there was no way to break loose from the snake-like appendage that slithered higher up his leg. It wound as it crawled, sticking to him with a painful grasp that left his skin raw.
Something surfaced in the water beside him, but sank back beneath as quickly as it had risen, leaving him with no chance to determine what was stalking him and what its intentions were. It wasn't until his other leg was captured that he realized what had hold of him were tentacles and not random creatures or water plants.
One large eye peered at him through the spray nearest the surface. The creature rolled until its tooth-filled maw broke the spray.
Ultros, you bastard.
"You're mine, human. Mine, as long as you want to..." Its laughter echoed through the depths, stirred the water around Sabin into a frenzy. "Play."
"I'll never..."
The tentacles wound further up his legs, tightened, and pulled him down. Beneath the churning surface, bubbles filled the swift water, making it difficult for the young prince to locate his prey. The deep laugh still filled the depths. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere.
Movement beneath him stirred the silt at the bottom of the river, threw dirt into a frenzied, churning cloud. Unable to kick, he dove, threw a punch into the heart of the muddied whirlpool. He made contact with something solid, but the rubbery skin gave beneath his fist.
A roar filled the water. A wild thrashing of tangled limbs threw him backwards and above the surface long enough to snatch a fresh breath.
Ultros' vine-like appendages looped his wrists, trapped them at his sides. Sabin struggled to free himself, fought to stay above the water. In the distance, the spray rose in clouds that filled the air above the stream.
Waterfall. He had to free himself before they hit the edge. Otherwise, he had no control over how--or where--he landed.
Strangely, the octopus seemed to feel no urgency, but seemed content to observe his captive from just beneath the water's surface. His eyes lit the water with a strange phosphorescent glow. Sabin willed himself calm, willed himself to stare his opponent down. Knowing your enemy, knowing how to meet his attack was half the battle won.
A strangely slender tentacle reached up from the water to loop around his throat, while another slid across his chest and up to stroke his cheek. When it caressed his lips and tried to force its way into his mouth, he balked, turning his head until the appendage around his throat tightened enough to cut off his breath.
He'd never give into such intrusive torture, but when the tentacle probed his lips again, he didn't protest, allowed it admittance to his mouth. It tasted like brine, deposited dirty water on his tongue. But, while it was rough and unrefined, its touch was strangely enticing, stroking in places that aroused him, forcing him to resist the urge to suck.
Another tentacle slithered across his ankle, found its way into the leg of his pants. The alien touch worked its way up his leg and across his inner thigh. He fought then, jerking and twisting, figuring the appendage's ultimate goal.
Once again the tentacle around his throat tightened, this time until he gagged on its mate, thrust all the way to the back of his throat. He coughed and spluttered until he expelled it, gasped when the tentacle in his pants touched the base of his cock. The touch was oddly gentle and questing, as if more curious than intent on doing him harm.
It slithered past his balls, testing them with a gentle squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure surging through his already tense body. Stroking the puckered skin of his anus only intensified the pleasure. When it probed inside, he bit down on his lip until the pain turned to more pleasure that forced his cock rigid, made it pulse painfully.
As if sensing the response, the limb followed the same course back, touching in all the right places, evoking waves of pleasure through hints of pain. It wrapped around his erection--the entire length--before tightening; not enough to be painful, but just enough to squeeze. It pulsed with his movements, stroked the tip of his penis with its delicate tip.
He came with a rush that sent a surge of energy through his body so powerful that it triggered a blitz; one more powerful than anything he'd learned at the hands of his great teacher. The power broke the grasp of the vine around his neck. A powerful kick broke the hold of the vines wrapped around his right leg while he swung around, using Ultros' remaining grip on him against the giant octopod.
The monster landed so far out of the water and away from the stream that Sabin almost felt guilty...just a twinge of guilt. Rejuvenated, he caught the slope of a low-hanging branch as he hit the falls and swung himself up into the tree, where he squatted to survey the land that spread out beyond the river.
There. That was his destination. Once he took care of business, he'd set out in search of his brother. This time, he had good news. At least one monster that had been a thorn in their side wouldn't be bothering them any more. And with any luck, and a tricky hand, maybe he'd find the way to trigger the powerful blitz again.