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Darien's Tentacular Adventure	By : Renfield Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 19855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Brother stood at the edge of the vast, shallow pit, admiring the hive plant as he waited for the drones to fetch the slave. Its hazy glow had brightened considerably as the scattering of dead humans and spent vines around its base grew into a pile. The petals had also begun to open at the top of the bud--he would have to take it home before it could bloom completely.
He was only half-distracted by the arrival of the guards. They flanked the slave by now, one of them holding his collar and the other only accompanying. Since the "accident" with the male vines, the human's docility had increased enough that his legs had simply been left unbound, and it appeared to have done him some good. The drones knelt the slave down beside the Brother, at the edge of the pit, and left when he dismissed them.
"I am starting to wonder if I haven't overestimated your Sailor Moon character, slave," he began. "She has been a small impediment, at worst. Nevertheless, I made efforts to lure her here to dispose of her, for the sake of future missions. I even made it clear that we had you as a hostage, but... perhaps your relationship was not what we were led to believe. If she lacks the brains or strength to come here for even a rescue attempt, she is not enough of a threat to be dealt with."
The slave only stared vacantly out at the hive plant, his erection strong and solid as always.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Brother continued. "I've delayed us longer than planned, but we're nearly done here. And since your Sailor Moon shows no interest in visiting us, I feel I should apologize for having involved you. We had heard from foreign scouts that she was both highly dangerous and attracted to you."
No response was forthcoming from the human.
"Are you awake, slave?" Brother asked.
"...Yes," he answered, slowly and faintly, as if he were very far off. His gaze did not waver from the hive plant.
"Are you ready for an end to your captivity? Are you prepared for the Best of All Deaths?"
"...Yes," the hostage repeated, in the same distant voice.
"Then go with grace, human!" Brother bade him, and used his foot to shove the slave over the edge, into the pit.
The drop wasn't long; perhaps only two feet, and the whole pit was well lined with fine sand, such that landing on his face was no real distress for the slave. His arms were still well bound, so he rested on his knees to take his bearings. There did not appear to be any live humans in the pit, apart from himself. After a long minute of watching and waiting, he staggered to his feet and began a slow walk in the direction of the hive plant. It looked even bigger from ground level.
Apart from these sights, his mind was a perfect blank, as it had been for some while now. When a thought happened, it was loud and pure, and occupied his whole head, as when he caught sight of the vines coming for him like a tide of green tentacles.
It will finally be over.
He fell to his knees before the stampede of vines. His cock and balls ached fiercely, but he was accustomed to it. The rest of him seemed to soften with relief and anticipation.
It will get a little worse, and then it will finally be over.
They knocked him on his side and twined about his body and legs. A female vine swallowed his erection immediately, making his spine arch reflexively. Young male vines wrestled and quarreled over his body, some of them spewing their slime down his back prematurely, just from the effort. When the strongest of the plant's young tentacles forced between his flexing buttocks and plugged its organ into him, two or three of its fellows attempted to slip in alongside it. The slave did not even notice. The slippery green aphrodesiac ran freely down his body as the female vine suckled him. Jostled, squeezed, and thoroughly violated by the cluster of vines, he began to come.
This orgasm was slightly more intense than the last one he'd had from a vine, at the end of his punishment at the hands (and toys) of the Sister. The magnitude of it seemed to almost tear him from his body with the impact of raw ecstasy. He could hear himself screaming as he spurted into the plant, as if he were dying of pain instead of pleasure. A male vine ejaculated into his bowels, lending an unexpected plateau to his climax, and he trembled as he thrust with the last of his strength. The slave could not scream any more. Green phalluses competed for his anus again, and struggled inside for a chance to discharge their loads. The female vine, full of his energy and semen, dropped off of the human's turgid penis, and another one instantly took its place.
The slave understood somehow, without words or thoughts, that the next orgasm would be the last one he would feel. Already everything was becoming dim, somehow, and he could no longer move much on his own. He lay still and panted as the vines swarmed around and inside him. The next orgasm would render him unconscious, and the one after it would take his life.
Finally, it will be over.
He could feel it building. His heart pounded; he was covered with the green aphrodesiac again. The wave began to crest. Already he could see a bright light with surprising clarity--funny, wasn't it a little early?
The light slammed into the sand beside him with the force of a demolition.
He felt the vines torn from his body as it was lifted into the air by the force of the blast, and slammed against the side of the pit. Back to the soft sand he fell, surrounded by burnt, withered, and fragmented tentacles, many of them still twitching in desperation. His body rang and his head spun from the concussion, and before his senses had cleared completely, he felt his body being moved. His arm restraints were unbuckled.
When the slave was fully conscious again, four breathtaking angelic figures stood over him. The fifth had sat him upright enough to lean his head on her shoulder. Like fairytale characters, the pretty girls in brightly-colored short skirts seemed to belong to a world accessible to him only in distant memory. What could they possibly want with a filthy, expendable slave? He was caked in plant slime and sand, and his massive erection still stood out idiotically.
He could no longer move, but the celestial being in white bent down to put her face in his field of vision. She was visibly concerned, and achingly familiar.
"He's been drained nearly to death!" said the girl holding him, the one in blue, in answer to her colleagues. The goddess in white still held the slave's attention. Her eyes were a different blue, clear and resonant. He knew her from somewhere... she was a powerful warrior.
"S--Sailor Moon," he managed in awe.
"Will he be okay, Mercury?" she asked the girl in blue.
"Yes, I think so, but he can't afford to lose any more energy at all."
Sailor Moon left his line of sight as she stood up. "Can you protect him from any more of those energy suckers, then? The rest of us have weeding to do!" she asserted with a vein of steel in her voice.
"No problem!" Mercury replied, and the celestial beings left... except for Mercury, the girl in blue who held him. Lacking even the strength to ask questions, the slave fell into deep, dreamless sleep.
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