Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Darien's Tentacular Adventure	By : Renfield Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 19852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Darien first suspected he was dreaming upon the realization that the rest of the ice cream parlor patrons were human-sized hamsters. Across the tiny table from him, Serina finished her sundae, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, declared it was time for her dessert. Then she slipped beneath the table.
He was confused, at first. Hadn't she just had dessert? And why were there so many hamsters gathered in one restaurant? He opened his mouth to ask what she was doing under the table, when he felt her unzip his pants... then he simply sat, speechless and slackjawed, as she reached in to begin caressing his testes. She pulled them forward very gently as she kneaded his nutsack, bringing his pelvis forward as she pushed his clothes out of the way, and with a stab of self-consciousness he felt his penis beginning to stiffen. Serina closed her mouth on it eagerly, spurring him toward full erection with kisses and light suction.
Darien put both hands on the table and braced himself. If they were spotted (granted, there was no tablecloth, so Serina was hardly hidden, under the table), they would be thrown right out of the restaurant... and there was no telling how all the hamsters would react. He felt his temperature rise along with his organ, as his girlfriend pressed his swelling glans between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, and applied the unique texture of her tastebuds to his frenulum.
"S-Serina," he began under his breath. "The hamsters will notice!" he warned, but she did not seem to hear. When she was quite satisfied with the size and hardness of his erection, she let go his balls, wrapped both hands around his shaft, and commenced with the blowjob in earnest. Where had she learned that? Between the squeezing thrusts of her hands and the amazing lip service she was giving the head of his cock, it was impossible to sit still. Darien's panting and squirming were beginning to attract the attention of the hamsters, but aside from the detail that this was Serina's idea and he simply could not deny her, her technique was too exquisite to pass up. Well, at least it's not as if I'm masturbating in public, he thought.
"Serina, the hamsters--are watching," he gasped, but clearly she did not care. He struggled to keep the motion of his hips as shallow as possible. The end of his plateau approached swiftly. He heard Serina giggle under the table as his orgasm began to build, then he gripped the edges of the table and braced himself again.
It was possibly the strongest orgasm he'd ever had. The ecstasy exploded through him, from his knees to his nipples, hard enough to break the dream apart.
He woke up, still coming. There were two figures standing in his bedroom, but they were not his immediate concern. The most powerful orgasm of his life was continuing--seventeen seconds, eighteen, nineteen, twenty--and something was attached to his crotch.
Darien was horrified and confounded. Something like a giant green boa constrictor had clamped its mouth over his entire groin, from his pubic hairline to the back of his taint. As shocked and disturbed as he was to see it, it appeared to have total control of everything in its mouth, to judge from the extraordinary prolonging of his climax: his own negative emotions had no effect at all on his sexual release. When he sat up in startlement, the long, snaky end of the monster whipped up and coiled around his body, pinning his arms to his sides.
"WHAT THE HELL-!?" he cried out in understandable distress, and fell back against his pillow.
"You were right," one of the figures in his room told the other. "I won't doubt you again, sister."
The two beings in Darien's bedroom were tallish and slim, humanoid enough to have two arms, two legs, and one head each, but that appeared to be as much as they had in common with humans. Their heads were noseless, and instead of ears and hair, countless cilia, about the size and length of fingers, undulated slowly on the tops of their heads. Their bare skins had a faint metallic sheen, and no color found in earthly hominids: the one addressed as "sister" shone in violet and dark navy blue, and her sibling's colors were a deep green and navy.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Darien demanded, although his struggles were hampered by afterglow and fatigue.
"He's very energetic," the sister-being commented placidly. "Make us a gate, brother, before he wakes the neighbors."
Wordlessly, the green-and-blue "brother" raised an arm and created a misty rift in midair. Before Darien could articulate another sentence, the siblings had borne him through.

They arrived on a room-sized expanse of smooth slate bordered with a variety of delicate-looking instruments and work stations, and let Darien down on his knees. He was speechless, his attention completely absorbed by the first thing to meet his eyes:
It appeared to be a plant, more or less, but one unlike anything devised by the Negaverse. At the center of it stood a vaguely opalescent flower bud roughly the size of a house, glowing brightly but hazily from its center. Around the base of the bud was a ruff of yard-long thorns and nearly-black token leaves, and below the ruff, filling the rest of the pit in which the plant was centered, was what appeared as a seething carpet of giant green caterpillars. In actuality, they were monsters exactly like the one attached to Darien, and upon closer observation he could make out other humans in the pit with the plant. Each grinding, gasping human was beset with the weird giant worms... except for the people lying very, very still.
"What . . what the hell are you doing?" he asked his captors, quieted by his own horror. The sister dropped to her knees beside Darien and prompted the succubus monster to release his groin. Darien gasped at the sensation.
The brother (of whatever species they were) held out one finger to Darien's lips. "If you can keep your mouth shut, all will be explained to you," he offered. His sister reached between Darien's legs and got a snug grip on his scrotum.
"And if you can comply without resisting, I'll let you keep these," she promised with a token squeeze, and grinned at him. Her teeth looked wickedly sharp, like fish teeth. She turned to address a party behind Darien. "Drones, harness him," she directed, and cued the green succubus to uncoil from the human. Since he was literally caught by the balls, Darien continued to kneel quietly as his pajamas were stripped away.
The brother gestured toward the plant in the background. "Once upon a time, before recorded history, hive plants like the one you see here preyed on our species, until we learned to harness them for our own purposes. We still feed them our culls, today, and our elderly offer themselves up for the Best of All Deaths, but sadly our civilization's need for energy has outgrown our capacity to generate it."
The sister seemed to speak in turn. "It's fortunate for us that humans are extraordinarily vulnerable to the male and female vines," she said. "We've already collected a surprising amount of energy, for the short time we've been here--some of your kind even seem eager to give up their life's energy for our cause. Ironic that the efforts intended to perpetuate their own race will instead be used to perpetuate ours...." She grinned again. The drones, dark creatures Darien was trying not to look at for the moment, had buckled a collar of thick leather around his neck, and restraint cuffs at his wrists and elbows, above the joint. His elbows and wrists were fastened together behind him.
"You--you're draining them to death?"
"Well, of course," the brother responded, his face twisting at the idea of any alternative. "If any of them survived, they'd just go back and warn the rest, wouldn't they?"
"Counterproductive," the sister commented.
A ghastly sinking feeling gripped Darien's viscera as his torso was harnessed with twining criscrosses of black leather. "Is that why you-- Is that what I--" he stammered.
"Oh no, you're special," the brother answered, with a smile smaller but somehow creepier than his sister's. "We're holding onto you for a while. Are you familiar with the warrior known as Sailor Moon?"
"Not really," Darien lied, as the small hairs stood up on the back of his neck.
"Oh, I see. The female in this picture, then.. she is someone you have a close relationship with, yes?" The brother showed him a small, framed photograph, which he immediately recognized as the one from his dresser. Darien started, then cringed downward as the sister tweaked his testicles to keep him still.
"That's an affirmative," she translated smugly for her brother. The lowest loops and bands of the harness were fastened around Darien's thighs, and restraint cuffs were buckled around each of his ankles. When his ankles were securely bound to his thighs, she finally let go of his balls.
"Ah, I see you understand: we need you as bait," the brother admitted. "Once we've got this Sailor Moon person out of the way, we can begin a more aggressive campaign. Not to worry, you'll be well taken care of."
"It's been my observation that humans are very easily controlled by their sex," the sister said, almost conversationally, from where she still knelt by Darien. "My brother was at a loss as to your capture, until I noticed that humans exhibit sexual arousal during the dream state. Subsequently, after we found your dwelling, it was very simple to use a female vine to siphon off your initial energy."
"...Vine?" Darien echoed.
"Yes. All plants, as you might know, have both male and female parts," the brother continued, "although plants on your world use them solely for reproduction. Now, while the beautiful hive plant has parts it uses for reproduction, the motile vines it uses for energy collection also come in male and female."
Something green poked its head over the edge of the stone dais, and the sister gestured to it, as was her habit, although it was clear to Darien that the eyeless vines were responding purely to some psionic transmission of her intent. The vine that slithered toward them now was different from that to which Darien had awakened. It was covered in thick slime, and had no jaw: only a round, bulbous head with a single puckered orifice in the center.
"This is a male vine."
"The mucous it secretes is intended to react chemically with the hive plant's prey, to stoke it for energy collection," the sister said to Darien, clearly enjoying the subject. "Back home it's sometimes harvested as an aphrodesiac, but humans seem... inordinately sensitive to it." She paused for a moment's thought. "Perhaps your permeable skin causes your kind to absorb more of it than our race," she wondered.
Darien had a horrible, horrible feeling that he knew exactly what was going to happen.
"As my sister was saying earlier, she has learned that humans are easily controlled by sex. This is one of the reasons we intend to keep you sexually aroused for the length of your stay." The male vine slid closer as the brother spoke. "The other reason is that it will be much easier for us to drain off your excess energy, should you become.. intractable. If a female vine were to fasten onto you when you were unaroused, you might find it painful or even damaging, and the energy yielded would be very little, and of extremely poor quality." The sister got to her feet, and went to stand beside her sibling.
The male vine, only slightly larger than the female one, wormed its way up Darien's thigh and began to explore his body. He shuddered in revulsion at the cool slime, and squirmed as it slipped between his thighs, but his harness held fast. No leather straps passed between his buttocks, so there was nothing to interfere with the probing of the male vine. He felt the melon-sized head of the incubus changing shape.
"What's it doing?" Darien asked in a mild panic, as he twisted to see and possibly elude it.
"Looking for an opening," the sister answered, a mildly smug note in her voice.
To his horror, the male vine curled its long end tightly around Darien's thigh, and began nosing between his butt cheeks in earnest. When it found his anus, it increased the pressure significantly, narrowing its bulbous head, and suddenly he felt an appendage protrude from the vine's puckered orifice to his own. It wasn't painful, but his whole spine bowed forward as he strained away from the unwelcome intrusion.
"Better to relax, and accept it," the brother recommended. "If you don't relax, you could hurt yourself."
Gaping and gasping, Darien fell on his side. The vine's member was tapered at the end, but the shaft was much thicker and longer than he wanted to envision.
"Get it out!" he cried, writhing against the incubus. "Take it out, get it off!"
The twins and their servitors watched quietly.
Once it had gauged the diameter Darien's anus could accept, the vine began to piston against him, thrusting its phallus ever deeper. Darien's cries grew less articulate as a rhythm was established, and gradually began to slow. As if being humped by a plant weren't humiliation enough, the vine finished with him by ejaculating at least a good cupful of slime deep into his bowels. Then it withdrew its member and slithered away.
"There, it's taken effect already," the sister observed in general, as Darien lay panting in a smear of slime. At some point during the struggle, his cock had begun to harden, and now his erection strained outward as if trying to grow branches. Already his balls felt heavy and swollen, as if he hadn't come in months. He could feel the male vine's secretions trickling down his buttock. The two drones behind him sat him upright, and the sister approached him and bent down. To Darien's shock, she began feeling up his genitals, and to his further shock, the hard ache continued to intensify.
"All nice and hard, are we? Feel like you could use a good squirt?" she cooed, plumping his congested nutsack, but his face was beet red and he could not address her.
"Oh, don't tease, sister," the brother chided.
"Oh, very well."
"You may find him a cell now, guards," the brother added dismissively.
"Just remember, slave," the sister called after Darien, "If you misbehave, you'll be punished!"
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Darien's Tentacular Adventure