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Chrno's Pleasure	By : NightmareishRain Category: +. to F > Chrono Crusade Views: 14222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: HI EVERYBODY. Um yea, I haven't updated in over 3 years, so hi!! Did you miss me? Well I didn't miss you either! ._. Who am I kidding I miss FFN. I miss the reviews that feed my ego! Anyway, I did recently get into a new series; Chrno Crusade! I adore it sooooooo soooooo soooo much! Its amazing, short, sweet and to the point! :D Hehe.

This story is a duel commission for my friend wRetchy, who loves her golden showers and my depends-on-how-we-feel-at-the-time-and-what-is-going-on-in-the-world-girlfriend, whose name will be withheld. ;)

Warning: This story contains all or most of the listed or more: Golden showers, tentacle rape, blood, teasing, whoreishness, cum guzzling, fetishism, spanking, submission, torture, fellatio, Weird shit, and more.

Don't like? Don't read.

I do sincerely hope you enjoy.

Chrno’s Pleasure

“Chrno! No!” Rosette falls to her knees reaching into a wide hole in the grassy ground of the forest the couple had been walking through that day. Her fingers glance the red material of her friend’s jacket, just barely loosing the chance to catch her friend on his rapid descent.

“ROSETTE!” Chrno cries out, grabbing at the dirt walls of the hole he’d fallen through; he grabs onto a thick tree root, it begins to give quickly. He winces at the pain in his right arm; it had not only been nearly yanked out of its socket but had been cut open on a jagged rock on the way down. Quickly he grabs the root with his other hand, trying to pull himself up and fails, wincing again from the pain. Droplets of his blood drip down into the dark abyss creeping below his feet. He looks down and swallows hard; he looks back up at Rosette, who wears a terrified look on her face.

“Chrno, are you ok!? Can you climb up!?” She reaches down into the hole further, forlornly hoping to reach him fifteen feet down into the earth.

Chrno groans as he tries to pull himself up to grab another loose root, failing and dangles dangerously close to falling. He looks down again in fear of the darkness below him; without the use of his demon power he would not be able to get himself out. He could not ask Rosette to open the pocket watch, he couldn’t do that to her. Trying to keep a calm look on his dirt smudged face, Chrno looks back up to Rosette.

“I don’t think I can! Can you find a branch or something for me to grab!?”

“Ok! I’ll be right back Chrno! Hold on!” Chrno feels the root begin to pull from the wall of the hole, even being as light as he is, it is still pulling out of the wall.

“Hurry!” Chrno allows a frightened look to grace his face when Rosette runs off; he is absolutely terrified of falling to his death at this point. Then a strange sound can be heard from below him; it sounded like slithering. Oh god snakes!? What the hell!

“Chrno! I couldn’t find anything possibly long enough, I’m going to go get help, ok?! Just hang tight!”

“Ok!” He adjusts his grip on the root, kicking his feet sharply when he feels something brush against them. Something wraps around his right leg and he lets out a yelp. “Rosette!” It begins slithering up his leg and wraps around his stomach. “Something’s got me Rosette!”

“CHRNO!” Rosette screams as she watches what appeared to be a slimy octopus leg wrap around her friend’s neck, tugging on him. “NO! HOLD ON! I’M COMING DOWN TO HELP YOU!” She begins to climb into the hole, but slips slightly and she looks down into the darkness as the thing pulls Chrno’s fingers loose from the root he grabbed, slowly dragging him down into the darkness.

“CHRNOOOOOOO!” Tears flood her eyes as her heart pounds loudly in her eyes from fear, anger and sadness. That thing was taking her friend away from her, her best friend, her lover.

“ROSETTE!” Tears stream down her face, he sounded so scared. She had to help him. Clumsily she drags herself out of the hole and trips over her blue skirt as she begins sprinting toward the monastery.

“Someone help us!”

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Chrno struggles against the slimy tentacles wrapped tightly around his body, pulling him deeper and deeper into the dark abyss. He cries out as one of them tightens around his neck, one slithers between his legs, rubbing against his cloth covered crotch. A deep red blush covers his cheeks as he begins to grow aroused, his penis stiffening, his teeth bite into his lower lip stifling a quiet groan. He shakes his head, his braid wiping around before a new tentacle wraps around it, pulling his head back sharply and a fourth tentacle begins pressing against his lips. He struggles, keeping his mouth shut as firmly as he possibly can while trying to resist the great sensation of the other tentacle stroking his penis though his slacks. With his hands secured to his sides his struggle is even greater.

With his attention focused on the tentacles manhandling his child form, he pays no mind to his feet just slightly touching the ground, or to the demoness sitting on a very spectacularly decorated chair against a beautifully carved stone wall, the room light by flaming torches around the cave like area. She is magnificent, dressed in a crimson red Victorian style dress and luscious pale skin. Her red lips curved into a lustful smirk. She is petting a lilac colored tentacle that is by her side, several more are leading around the spacious cave; a few of which that are wrapped around Chrno’s small body.

She watches Chrno carefully, her violet eyes glint with pleasure from watching Chrno struggle against his body’s desires. Although, she has no clue as to who this person is; to her he is just another victim to fall into her lair. Shifting in her seat, she allows one of her tentacles to slide under the skirt of her dress, smirking as it touches her body. A fresh victim tended to excite her greatly, especially when they are as young looking as Chrno. Judging by his ear shape, he could possibly be a demon like her. She did not know what kind, how old or who he could be, but he is very attractive and very flustered; her favorite type of victim.

“It would seem that my pet likes you.” She speaks with a laugh light in her voice.

Chrno jerks his head to look at the speaker with wide eyes; his concentration broken on resistance allows the tentacle to push past his lips and dive into his wet mouth. He cries out in surprise, gagging and choking, his eyes prickle with tears as the lilac colored tentacle wriggles, squirms and slides in and out of his mouth. The sensation feels so foreign and just plain odd; the slim-y-ness of the tentacle pulsing against his tongue, throat and cheeks and the flavor, all so… weird. It is almost sweet to him, flowery; it does not impede his attempt to get free though. If anything, the fear of enjoying any part of this fuels his need to escape.

The struggling demon tries to bite down on the invading appendage, failing when then tentacle around his neck tightens and the tentacle in his mouth and throat seems to expand, cutting off his air supply for well over a minute. He forces himself to relax his jaw, helplessly trying to breathe, tears streaking down his cheeks from the lack of oxygen.

“Tsk, tsk.” The woman frowns at Chrno; she did not like it when her pet was harmed. They never cause any pain to any of the people they came across, why people like this demon must try to harm her pet, she has no idea. It angers her.

“Shame on you for trying to bite Lilas, it only wants to play with you. It will only give you pleasure; try and enjoy it demon child.”

Chrno glares at her, his deep blush returns to his face at her words. Guilt nestles its way into his chest at the thought of enjoying this treatment when he is so deeply in love with Rosette, it feels almost as if he is cheating on her.

The woman frowns deeper, not liking Chrno’s behavior at all. As much as she enjoys watching the victims of her pet struggle, she would prefer it if they did not show such a hatred of the entire encounter with her pet. They should feel grateful to her for allowing her pet to play with them; after all, she does not often let her pet seek its victims.

Her violet eyes scan Chrno’s lithe body, watching the tentacle penetrate his mouth at a steady pace. The heated blush on his face, the way he struggles against his own desires and the restrained, muffled, quiet moaning and groaning noises he is making; they are the reasons why she is not going to cause any harm to him. She loves watching her pet take advantage of a willing victim; they are the most perverse creatures when they give into what they want.

“You are lucky that you are not only attractive, but the first new playmate my pet has had in quite some time. I won’t hurt you for trying to hurt my pet, but you are going to enjoy this now and you are not going to leave.”

Chrno flushes even darker, struggling harder against the tentacles when the one in his mouth quickens its pace. He does not dare to try and bite it again though, he groans in delight when his hair is yanked back again; hair pulling being a secret pleasure uncovered by Rosette a few weeks earlier. It causes his entire body to tingle pleasantly.

“Oh? A small fetish you have?” The woman smirks as another muffled moan is drawn from Chrno as his hair is pulled again. “How delightful, you are not the delicate or innocent flower that you appear to be.” She laughs again, petting the tentacle wrapping around her shoulders.

The tentacle begins to tremble inside Chrno’s mouth, suddenly releasing a stream of hot and thick fluid into his mouth, gliding down his throat. It tastes sweet and intoxicating – much like a red wine. On reflex, he is ashamed to realize, he greedily swallows down the essence of the tentacle, almost as if he needed it, especially due to the fascinating flavor. The tentacle slips from his mouth, rubbing against his face now, the suction cups suctioning to his face. Chrno coughs, spraying saliva and the tentacle’s sperm onto the floor. His body begins to tremble, his head hangs down as he pants loudly, he can breathe properly now.

The tentacle between his legs curls around the thick bulge in his pants, causing Chrno’s breath to catch in his throat. Chrno throws his head back in ecstasy as hot fire shoots through his body, his pupils dilating largely and his face is covered with a gentle pink blush, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he pants like a dog in heat. His body trembles visibly and he convulses violently with another stroke from the tentacle.

“Well, I didn’t think Lilas’ aphrodisiac would work like this on you, but this is quite interesting; you are very, very turned on now, aren’t you my dear?” The woman licks her lips as her pet takes care of her sexual needs as well, she is enjoying this quite pleasantly to the fullest. “You are enjoying this more than you’d like to admit. Just wait, it’ll get much better.”

Chrno cries out as his hair is yanked back, his back arching at a sharper angle than he is used to, drool drips down the side of his mouth as he continues his labored breathing. He is in fact more than turned on right now and his penis is harder than a rock, he can’t stand it.

“Ah! -ahh…oh god!” Chrno moans and squirms as the tentacle works at his still clothed penis faster; the tentacle that had been in his mouth slithers down his small frame and slips under his jacket pulling it away from his body. The golden button holding it closed pops off, and the jacket falls open, Chrno groans excitedly as the tentacle slips into his white dress shirt through the neck and the suction cups attach to his, chest and stomach; his right nipple being sucked firmly by one of the suction cups.

His restrained hands grasp for something to hold onto, his entire body feels as if it is one big sex organ. A new tentacle slides under his shirt and slithers around, arousing the poor demon further before it begins pulling away from his body. Chrno’s shirt begins ripping; a loud but slow tearing sound is heard from the fabric of his dress shirt. That sound is so erotic and is music to Chrno’s ears, it draws a low groan from his throat, he practically purrs as two more tentacles push their way into his trousers shredding them from his body.

He is left in his shoes, and the remnants of his torn shirt and jacket. A thin sheen of sweat covers his body from head to toe, a pink blush spread over his face, his penis dark red from being so hard. Chrno howls in pleasure as a tentacle wraps around his erection, the suction cups pulling at his foreskin tightly and sending tremors of pleasure up and down his spine from the painful pleasure.

One of the tentacles wraps around his slim hips, supporting his weight as his hair is yanked hard, pulling his body backward his shoulder blades touching the hard stone floor. His hips jutted up into the air, the tips of his toes barely touching the ground with tentacles forcing him into this uncomfortable position. The tentacle tightens and presses against his pelvic area, increasing the pressure on his bladder which causes the purple haired demon to cry out. He is going to wet himself if it keeps doing that, and yet it excites him quite a bit.

His mind clouded with thoughts of sex and pleasure, his body hot and ready to be taken; he thinks that he might cum soon if the tentacle keeps abusing his penis like that. A low rumbling moan rips from his throat as the tentacles push against his bladder and tug at his foreskin much more harshly, he can feel droplets of urine leak from the head of his penis and he whimpers, trying to keep from peeing on himself. That would be humiliating; at the same time it causes the veins in his penis to throb with agonizing pleasure.

Chrno gives a short cry as the tentacle presses harder this time, he feels a bit more urine leak out before the tip of the tentacle on his penis inserts itself into his urethra, completely stopping the flow of his urine. He gives a short sob mingling with a gasp of pleasure, wriggling his hips he tries to get free, crying at the arousing, intense pain of holding back his urine, the tentacle presses harder against his bladder with near bruising force. A pair of slimy tentacles wrap around his sensitive thighs, the almost disgusting but somehow sensual touch sends his body into a small seizure like state. Chrno is feeling far too much all at once, his fingers begin scraping at the ground, trying to grab onto anything.

His perfect white teeth bite into his lip, as a new sensation is presented to his testicles this time. Several tinier, thinner tentacles are clinging to his testicles, gently squeezing and dancing around his smooth sac skin. It feels almost wrong, yet by this point everything feels more than just amazing. He can hardly contain himself now; he needs to pee, really bad. He cries out, arching back further, shaking his hips trying to remove the obstructing tentacle.

“Pleaaaaaase! It hurts!” He cries and moans wanting relief, it hurts so badly.

“Ok Lilas, let him have his way.”

The lilac colored tentacle removes itself from Chrno’s urethra while the others angle his legs higher, positioning the head of his penis toward his chest and face. Chrno doesn’t even care as he lets out a moan of relief, his urine spraying from his penis and showering his upper body with the golden liquid. He whimpers at the sensation, blushing at the feeling of pleasure he received from being showered on by his own hot urine.

“Such a sick and twisted perverted young demon you are.” The woman lets out a laugh, thoroughly enjoying the show she is receiving. “It gets even better, I swear.”

Chrno yelps as the thin tentacles that had been molesting his testicle sac slither up the length of his penis and begin sliding into his urethra, violating him from the inside. A scream of excitement escapes his chest as he is sent into pleasurable convulsions and he feels his first orgasm being brought on by this torture.

“God damn it!” He screams again, thrashing against the tentacles securing him into place. His orgasm is prevented by the thin tentacles squeezing around the base of his penis and inserted into his urethra.

“L-let me cum, please!” He sobs, thrashing his head from side to side and a smooth tentacle with the suction cups retracted slithers around his front and slaps across his face. The pleasurable sting sinks in and his quiets into a mess of moans and whimpers. The tentacle slaps him again, this time suctioning to his face and presses his cheek awkwardly into the ground. Chrno whimpers, his hips bucking violently against the tentacles restraints. He can hardly recognize his own disbelief in his enjoyment of being manhandled. It arouses him painfully so, and causes his penis to twitch in anticipation of the next activity the tentacles would perform on his body.

The lilac colored tentacles lower his body to the ground in a missionary position before flipping his body into a more submissive position on his hands and knees. Humiliation heats Chrno’s body and arousal of the treatment overpowers it, causing him to shiver. His torn jacket and shirt are ripped from his body, revealing his injured right arm, the wound still very slowly dripping his warm blood. One of the tentacles attaches itself to his wound and begins sucking and cleaning it. Chrno lets out a howl at the sting of pain and whines when he quickly begins to feel pleasure from the treatment, his eyes half lidded as his still arousal clouded head slumps forward panting from mental exhaustion, his body feeling like jell-o.

The tentacle slithers away from his wound and his head is turned by the same tentacle, he finds his wound to be a mere pink mark on his arm. The purple haired demon’s mouth falls open in surprise, his eyes are met by the faceless tentacle that had healed him and it nudges against his face lovingly. Chrno blushes and lets out a yelp when his butt cheeks are spanked roughly. He is not sure how a tentacle without facial features can give him a sly look, but he is sure, even through the clouds of lust impairing his judgment that the tentacle did do just that.

His penis stiffens even more if it is possible when his face is pushed into the rough ground, the tentacle thrusts itself into his open mouth in forced fellatio of the tentacle. Chrno finds himself moaning around the tentacle, sucking on the sweet, slimy appendage as his backside and thighs are whipped over and over by several more tentacles, his penis and testicles again being molested by the thinner tentacles. This is the most erotic treatment he has ever received. With his hands pressed into the ground, held fast by a pair of tentacles, the young demon cannot use them to touch himself or free himself. He is not entirely sure why pleasuring himself is at the top of that very short list, but he feels so horny that he wants to bring himself to completion, where as this tentacle creature is not allowing it to happen.

Another extra rough spank, presses his face harder into the ground, and with the combination of the torture on his penis and the tentacle in his mouth, it is bringing on another orgasm, only for it to be stopped by the tightening around the base of his penis. The tentacle in his mouth slides in and out faster, before trembling and releasing more of the hot and sticky liquid into his waiting mouth. Greedily, Chrno drinks down the intoxicating fluid, moaning around the appendage as it empties what feels like a gallon of its sperm into the young demon.

A whimper escapes Chrno’s mouth as the tentacle slides from his mouth, trying to suck on it still; he wants more of the tentacles’ essence. It is intoxicating, worse or rather better than any other drug he had ever tried in his life. A whore like moan escapes his throat when a new tentacle penetrates his mouth, sliding in and out rapidly as Chrno sucks on it like it is life support.

The tentacles stop whipping his backside and instead suction to his butt cheeks and spread them painfully wide, revealing his puckered anus to the tentacles and the demoness watching. A surprised gasp is muffled by the tentacle in his mouth, as he feels a slimly tentacle prod at his entrance. The sensation causes his penis to twitch with the expectance of an orgasm, once more being painfully prevented by the tentacles still violating his penis. Another sob is muffled by the tentacle in his mouth, he wants his release badly, but it isn’t going to come anytime soon it seems.

His dilated crimson eyes widen as thin tentacles tease his anus, slipping inside and feeling around his virgin cavern. A pleasurable scream is hardly muffled when his prostate is stroked by the thin tentacles, violating his insides ones more. Two more tiny tentacles join the first and they all begin massaging and prodding Chrno’s prostate, torment him and sending him into convulsions. A powerful orgasm begins to rock through his body, once more prevented by the tentacles and he cannot spill his seed, leaving his penis rock hard still and the faintest brush of air causes pleasurable pain.

Tears well up in his eyes out of frustration, this pleasurable torture has been going on for too long now, four failed orgasms started to work on his mind. Chrno’s objections change once the tentacle in his mouth releases its sperm; he swallows it down hungrily, his face being petted by another tentacle. His stomach feels a bit full from the essence of the tentacle; he licks his lips when the tentacle slides out, he sighs contently from the lack of torture for a few moments. Then the tentacles violating his penis sink in further drawing a combination of a moan of pleasure and a scream of pain from his throat.

His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from the pleasure of his hair being pulled so taut that he is raised from the floor, back to his hands and knees position with his head thrust back to look at the black ceiling. Moans, groans and whimpers of delight escape Chrno’s lips as his backside is massaged by the tentacles, his prostate still being massaged forcing him to have one failed orgasm after the other, driving him mad.

“P-please please let me cum! I-I need to-to cum!” Tears of frustration and pleasure stream down Chrno’s cheeks, wiped away by a tentacle as it continues to stroke his face. His mind pleads for release, his throat tender and raw from the tentacles and their hot sperm.

A larger tentacle rubs at his entrance, spreading warm, sticky fluid to lube him for penetration; meanwhile Chrno’s erection seems to grow stiffer with anticipation. The thinner tentacles continue tormenting his prostate while the ones around his testicular-sac slither toward his anus and begin tugging at the tight ring of muscle, stretching and preparing him for the penetration to come. Frustrated whines and excited pants escape his lips, his hips thrusting back at the tentacle, wanting more stimulation.

“Not only are you a cum-thirsty whore, swallowing every load it’s given you, but you are a submissive little slut, you want my Lilas to penetrate you and take you like a bitch in heat with its tentacles.” The woman laughs sadistically, antagonizing poor Chrno who only blushes and moans as his entrance is stretched further.

Although the tentacle creature’s aphrodisiac has clearly take affect long ago, to a great extent is Chrno truly enjoying this torture. He’s enjoyed every moment of it; forced to give head to several tentacles, having his penis violated, denied the ability to orgasm repeatedly and even urinate on himself. He and Rosette had only been together for six months now, and only have committed the dirty deed a couple handfuls of times. The only reason why, is that Rosette has yet to reach the age of eighteen and Chrno has felt too guilty to “take advantage” of her, even though time and time again she had been the one to initiate the first touch or ask for him to consummate the deed with her.

When she discovered his great enjoyment of hair pulling, the blonde had taken great advantage, being able to get him into bed by force. Typically Chrno would dominate her in his crazed lust for his soon to be wife, but only twice had she pinned him down and rode him – a position he enjoyed greatly as well. Putting the two of them into a sexual position had to be one of the most testing parts of Chrno’s sex life, considering he had never even had sex with Magdalene or anyone else in his long existence. His intent is to have Rosette be his first, last and only lover, until their time ran out in possibly the next year or so.

“So demon, I want to hear you beg to be fucked by Lilas, I want to hear you scream for it!” Chrno cries out with lust as his mind is torn away from thoughts of Rosette, being refocused on the tentacles prodding against his properly stretched entrance now, his libido spiking with another failed orgasm. Hazed with lust he thrusts against the tentacles again, trying to gain friction but the tentacles retreat, leaving his entrance gaping with the thin tentacles holding it open. He sobs in frustration; he knows that he wants to be taken by this creature, although ashamed, he wants it so bad it is beginning to be more than painful.

“No, no demon, you have to beg or I will not let Lilas penetrate you. Beg for it like the disgusting slut you are!” A submissive cry makes the woman smile, waiting for his response.

“Please take me Lilas.” Chrno speaks quietly, humiliated by his own words and frustrated when nothing happens.

“Oh please, like it’ll respond to a half asked plea like that. Try again demon.”

“I beg for you to take me Lilas!” He belts out louder, his head bows as tears of need and embarrassment pour down his cheeks.

“Make it dirtier, Lilas enjoys dirty demons like you.” Her lips crack into a knowing smirk, watching the purple haired demon break in front of her eyes.

“Fuck me with your tentacles Lilas! I beg you!” He screams his words with need, eyes screwed and fists clenched. “Fuck me as hard as you can!” A scream of satisfaction escapes his throat when a single, thick tentacle slams into his stretched anus, slamming past his prostate and deep into his body.

“Yes! Fuck me!” Chrno’s words grow dirtier, more violent and more incoherent as the tentacle slams deep into his body over and over. His knees and the palms of his hands dig into the rough rock floor, developing cuts that begin to bleed lightly but he pays no attention to it.

A second tentacle begins wiggling into his stretched anus, this one just as thick as the first; finally it plunges into him beside the first, twisting and pounding into his prostate violently. Chrno’s incoherent words, screams and cries of lust and pleasure are delicious sounds to hear, and they are muffled once more as a new tentacle slams into his mouth, stuffing its way down his throat. Whorish moans emit from him as he sucks it all too willingly, trying to milk its sweet essence.

With the combination of the twin tentacles pounding inside his rectum, the tiny tentacles violating his penis and the one stuffed inside his throat, Chrno is in pure ecstasy and he could honestly not be happier being the sperm bank and sex toy for a tentacle creature. The creature releases its hold on his hands suddenly, as the tentacle in his mouth begins to tremble; a moan of anticipation for its essence is muffled by the tentacle until it pulls away, leaving Chrno whimpering in displeasure. His braid is pulled back and he is forced up on his knees suddenly being soaked from head to waist with the fresh load from the creature.

The grip on his braid is loosened and he falls back to his hands and knees, faltering as he is penetrated harder than before, but that does not stop him from rushing to gather the gobs of cooling sperm from his body, scooping them into his mouth like a crazed, starved man. He frantically begins licking his arms clean of the essence but falls forward when his vision turns white as his prostrate is struck violently. Barely able to support his body, his face is pressed into the hard rock of the ground, his arms practically useless tucked under his neck and chest, his rear hiked up in the air by the tentacles.

“Fuck me harder!” Chrno slurs, sperm and saliva leaking out of his mouth. He sounds crazed with lust. “Please I want to cum! Fuck me!” His pleas grow more unintelligible as his body continues to convulse from the pounding of his prostate, turning his vision unclear and his body over stimulated. There is no way he’ll be able to stop himself from begging for more at this point, regardless of the humiliation, the pleasure he is receiving is greater.

“NO! Let. Me. Cum!” Chrno screams in frustration as he receives another failed orgasm, he pounds his fist into the ground sobbing while he continues to be slammed into with the tentacles. The tentacles in his urethra slowly begin to recede, but still hold tight to the base of his penis. A strange new tentacle engulfs the entire length of his penis, sucking roughly on it, trying to milk his semen from him in the same fashion he did to the tentacles.

“H-holy! F-fu-fuck!” Tremors travel through his body, as the tentacle suck, tug and stroke his penis in the most erotic form of fellatio he has ever received. He writhes against his bonds; crying, whimpering, moaning and gasping in pleasure as he fights for release. The need to orgasm has grown to be a necessity, if he doesn’t spill his seed soon, he’s sure he’ll just die.

“Alright Lilas, I think he’s had enough.” Chrno’s vision blurs white, his head lolls to the side and he moans pathetically as the tentacles pick up their pace, each thrust hits his prostate jolting his entire body. The tentacle sucking his penis does so harder and more efficiently, trying to draw his sperm from him.

“Yes! Holy F-fuck yes!” Chrno screams as the tentacles loosen against the base of his penis, allowing him to orgasm with one final thrust against his prostate, its semen flooding his rectum as it too reaches climax. His essence shoots out of his penis and into the tentacle sucking on him – it swallows it down as he continues to shoot off longer than he has ever in his life, producing an excessive amount of semen.

Chrno’s body falls limp to the ground with exhaustion; he feels completely drained and even though he may be, the tentacle continues to try and suck every last drop of semen from his body. His vision grows darker as the tentacles recede from his body, semen draining out of his anus and the last thing he remembers is a slimy tentacle slithering past his line of site.

~TBC?~

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please review good or bad it must be constructive!

This may be continued but don't hold your breath, ;)
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