Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Tentacle Love ❯ Tentacle Love ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: moffit1x2x1 
Ryoma makes a friend deep in the woods... Written by moffit and forbidden_ on LJ.
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 7.8K | Status: Completed
Ryoma makes a friend deep in the woods... Written by moffit and forbidden_ on LJ.
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 7.8K | Status: Completed
Title: Tentacle Love
Authors: moffit and forbidden_
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These are fictional characters. Echizen Ryoma belongs to Konomi.
Warning/Summary: Questionable consent (this is a plant, after all), tentacles, shota
Ryoma eyed the plant curiously. This wasn't something he recognized. It looked almost like a fern, only with many vines to it. The vines were oddly shaped as well. Some looked almost hollow while others seemed to have rounded nubs on the end. Others looked like a normal vine, only with little bumps. This was a very odd plant indeed.
Curiously, Ryoma poked at it.
The beast shivered as a foreign object touched lumpy flesh, causing it to recoil slightly in disdain. Green flesh peeled back, a slitted yellow eye revealed, casting this way and that as it searched for the offender. There. A young, inquisitive lad. A young lad, all alone in the depths of the dark woods, and prodding at the beast.
He was just asking for trouble.
A slender, long tendril snaked it's way across the ground, twining itself around Ryoma's ankle, before it began to make its way slowly upward, creeping further up a muscular calf. The rows of suckers upon it's underside adhered the tentacle stubbornly to the boy's flesh, as the tip of it edged further up, creeping beneath the flimsy white material of Ryoma's shorts to caress across the taut muscle of his thigh.
Ryoma's eyes widened and he stumbled backward. The plant had a good hold on him though, not letting him go far. "Ack!" He fell backward, hands flying out to catch his fall. He shook his leg frantically, trying to get the vine to fall off.
It wasn't happening. He could feel the things on the underside of the vine sucking to his skin, leaving small red marks as the vine inched higher, wrapping tighter and finding new spots to adhere to.
He made an embarrased noise as the vine started to slip into his boxers. The heck was this thing!? With fingers and thumbs, he tried pulling the vine out and off of him.
The way the boy struggled only made him all the more alluring to the beast. Another vine-line tentacle snaked out to wrap it's length around one of Ryoma's wrists, entrapping him in a grasp that boasted sinister intent. With a strength that was only truly becoming apparent now, the creature tugged Ryoma forward with gentle, persistent pulls.
The first tendril slithered further upward, knobbly tip brushing against the most sensitive of Ryoma's parts, a seemingly innocent, yet invasive touch that did not desist.
What was this thing!? Ryoma would have called for help by now, if he didn't know it was useless. There was no one out here. He'd gone to climb the mountain overlooking the city, then gotten distracted by a path. The sun had soon set, making the path harder to see. He'd been just about to turn back when he'd spotted this plant, which acted like no other plant he'd ever seen.
Ryoma froze for a moment at the touch, cheeks coloring brightly as heat rushed to his face. He had to find a way to get rid of this thing! Stubbornly, he crossed his legs, trying to halt the vine's forward movement as his other hand grabbed the end of the vine around his wrist and tried to unwind it even as he was pulled forward, dirt and dead leaves scuffing against him and staining his white shorts.
The tendril being pried by Ryoma's free hand faltered a little -- a small victory for the boy, meant to distract him as another tentacle lashed outward, this one gripping the waistband of his shorts and tugging downward mercilessly.
The material gave way beneath the tension, seams tearing apart with a most satisfying rip that pleased the beast. The creature's pleasure was betrayed by a gutteral groan shuddering its way out of it's form, gratification and anticipation evident in the sound.
With a gasp, Ryoma did the first thing to come to mind. He immediately covered himself with his hands, frantically looking to see if there was anyone nearby that could see him in his exposed state. Not finding anyone, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not.
Another thing. The plant... made noises. It caused Ryoma to stare for a good three seconds before he started struggling in earnest, hands grabbing at the vines and pulling, wincing when a couple suckers were pulled off like bandaids.
"Get...off..." He muttered, trying to keep the slow rise of panic from bubbling up. This thing, whatever it was, was freaking him out. He needed to get away but to do that he needed to get untangled!
The tentacle that had exposed Ryoma petted and explored the broad expanse of the boy's back, discovering the arches and dips of him as it stroked down toward the curve of his buttocks again. A fluid began to secrete from the pores of the tentacle, a trail of slime left in it's wake as the tip dove down to creep along the crevice of Ryoma's ass.
The very end of the tendril probed softly, almost tentatively at the boy's puckered entrance, before forcing itself into him, invading Ryoma's warm and constricting body with a twisting motion.
The suckered tentacle that had wrapped itself around Ryoma's cock peeled itself off of the hardening organ, to slide up the boy's torso, well-defined muscles suckled upon by the pads, leaving red welts that marked the boy as violated.
In its stead another vine rose, similarly secreting fluids that coated it and Ryoma's shaft as it wrapped around his erection, squeezing and working his length as the beast mercilessly fucked the boy, exploring his insides.
Ryoma froze again, then started shaking, though not nearly as much in fear as in pleasure. His eyes clenched shut, a mewling sound drawn from his throat as he squirmed. He couldn't make up his mind what to focus on more, the vine between his legs, the one drilling into him or his hands, now clenched tight around the vine that had held his wrists.
The beast arose, moving it's mostly limp form forward with the aid of a myriad of other tentacles that were not preoccupied with discovering Ryoma. The entire form of the creature moved over Ryoma's hips, before descending downward, a gaping mouth at the center of it's body opening to engulf Ryoma's straining erection. A hot, moist, tight mouth consumed his entire length quickly, savouring him with what may have felt like a hundred tongues licking at the engorged muscle feverishly, lapping and lashing as the beast suckled upon him, drawing Ryoma into it, greedily gorging on his feel and taste.
Ryoma's hips bucked sharply as he gave a wordless cry at the new sensation. His back arched and his head tossed to one side as he panted breathlessly. It wasn't a plant, couldn't be. Not entirely, at least. At first he'd feared the creature was going to bite. What it did instead was making him jerk, writhing on the ground helplessly.
"M-more..." He pleaded, cheeks burning with the request. Maybe once he was away from here he'd be appalled at himself. For now though, all he wanted was for the creature to keep going.
As if the creature heard Ryoma's pleas (perhaps it had understood), several more tentacles encircled the boy's body, their tips slithering purposefully to the boy's entrance. Without further preparation, lubrication or warning, the tentacles worked their way into Ryoma's body, stretching him, forcing their way past circles of resisting muscles, to touch and stroke along his insides. The tentacles rolled against each other, adding to the barrage of sensations assaulting the boy.
Tears pricked Ryoma's eyes briefly at the sudden intrusion and he whimpered, squirming desperately with the creature practically on top of him. That had hurt, almost making him want to push the plant-thing away, make it stop. Before he could even start to sit up however, one vine in particular happened to find a spot as-yet untouched. The small, nubby tip pressed against it in its stroking, making Ryoma's toes curl and his hands clench the vine tighter, short nails digging in slightly as he tried to draw in a ragged breath.
Those tentacles embedded within Ryoma's body shuffled faster against one another, twisting and torqueing fiercely, almost aggressively, as if the beast wanted to rip Ryoma apart in the process of exploring him. The mouth meanwhile lowered and lifted in quick successions, lips wrapped tight around Ryoma's cock, greedily memorising every vein and curve of his erection as tongues ardently slurped and licked every inch of his length, massaging at a furious pace, urging and coaxing the boy to allow the beast the ultimate pleasure of tasting his essence.
Tendrils that had remained lax so far writhed as they moved, sliding over the boy's thighs to dip between his legs, beneath the mass of the creature to coil around Ryoma's sack, gentle tugs and rolling motions delivered to the boy in a fashion far more disciplined than any of the beast's previous gestures.
There was only so much a boy could take. Ryoma's body jerked, muscles locking up before he threw his head back and came with an inarticulate cry that echoed through the woods. The whole time the creature kept going, relentless in getting its own satisfaction, taking everything Ryoma had to offer and forcing out more.
A low groan of gratification shuddered throughout the entire beast as it felt Ryoma shudder beneath it, submitting to the pleasurable sensations that the creature had unleashed upon the boy. With greedy suckling sounds and motions, the beast consumed the boy's seed, his essence absorbed into it, fusing and becoming forever a part of it's own being. So much so that after this ordeal, the creature would forever crave Ryoma's unique feel and taste -- a craving that would become a driving force in the beast's life and pursuits.
The creature continued pounding into Ryoma until he wrenched pathetic whimpers and strained groans from the lad. Until his body could barely shiver beneath the barrage, so exhausted was he. And when Ryoma was entirely spent, the creature finally shifted off of the boy, tendrils slowly unwinding themselves from within the lad, mouth extracting itself gently from Ryoma's flaccid cock that it had continued to lave upon even when it fell limp.
Ryoma curled on his side, a sheen of sweat making his shirt stick to him as he panted, working to get his breath back. He was so sore from the punishing force the beast had used on him, merciless in its quest for gratification. Unable to move, he was so exhausted that all he could do was lay there on the ground with his eyes closed and try to piece together what had just happened. It had been a new experience, to say the least. One that had been... oddly good feeling considering where it had come from.
He cracked an eye open, staring at the creature as it settled back as it had been before he'd had the curiosity to prod at it. He still had no idea what it was. It looked as though it was satisfied now though, if one went by the sounds it had made. Could a plant be smug? The thought rankled.
"Mada... mada dane." He panted, forcing himself to sit up gingerly and search for his duffel that had been dropped as soon as the plant moved. At least he didn't have to walk home half-naked. Explaining his ripped shorts would be... interesting. He'd come up with something.
Authors: moffit and forbidden_
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These are fictional characters. Echizen Ryoma belongs to Konomi.
Warning/Summary: Questionable consent (this is a plant, after all), tentacles, shota
Ryoma eyed the plant curiously. This wasn't something he recognized. It looked almost like a fern, only with many vines to it. The vines were oddly shaped as well. Some looked almost hollow while others seemed to have rounded nubs on the end. Others looked like a normal vine, only with little bumps. This was a very odd plant indeed.
Curiously, Ryoma poked at it.
The beast shivered as a foreign object touched lumpy flesh, causing it to recoil slightly in disdain. Green flesh peeled back, a slitted yellow eye revealed, casting this way and that as it searched for the offender. There. A young, inquisitive lad. A young lad, all alone in the depths of the dark woods, and prodding at the beast.
He was just asking for trouble.
A slender, long tendril snaked it's way across the ground, twining itself around Ryoma's ankle, before it began to make its way slowly upward, creeping further up a muscular calf. The rows of suckers upon it's underside adhered the tentacle stubbornly to the boy's flesh, as the tip of it edged further up, creeping beneath the flimsy white material of Ryoma's shorts to caress across the taut muscle of his thigh.
Ryoma's eyes widened and he stumbled backward. The plant had a good hold on him though, not letting him go far. "Ack!" He fell backward, hands flying out to catch his fall. He shook his leg frantically, trying to get the vine to fall off.
It wasn't happening. He could feel the things on the underside of the vine sucking to his skin, leaving small red marks as the vine inched higher, wrapping tighter and finding new spots to adhere to.
He made an embarrased noise as the vine started to slip into his boxers. The heck was this thing!? With fingers and thumbs, he tried pulling the vine out and off of him.
The way the boy struggled only made him all the more alluring to the beast. Another vine-line tentacle snaked out to wrap it's length around one of Ryoma's wrists, entrapping him in a grasp that boasted sinister intent. With a strength that was only truly becoming apparent now, the creature tugged Ryoma forward with gentle, persistent pulls.
The first tendril slithered further upward, knobbly tip brushing against the most sensitive of Ryoma's parts, a seemingly innocent, yet invasive touch that did not desist.
What was this thing!? Ryoma would have called for help by now, if he didn't know it was useless. There was no one out here. He'd gone to climb the mountain overlooking the city, then gotten distracted by a path. The sun had soon set, making the path harder to see. He'd been just about to turn back when he'd spotted this plant, which acted like no other plant he'd ever seen.
Ryoma froze for a moment at the touch, cheeks coloring brightly as heat rushed to his face. He had to find a way to get rid of this thing! Stubbornly, he crossed his legs, trying to halt the vine's forward movement as his other hand grabbed the end of the vine around his wrist and tried to unwind it even as he was pulled forward, dirt and dead leaves scuffing against him and staining his white shorts.
The tendril being pried by Ryoma's free hand faltered a little -- a small victory for the boy, meant to distract him as another tentacle lashed outward, this one gripping the waistband of his shorts and tugging downward mercilessly.
The material gave way beneath the tension, seams tearing apart with a most satisfying rip that pleased the beast. The creature's pleasure was betrayed by a gutteral groan shuddering its way out of it's form, gratification and anticipation evident in the sound.
With a gasp, Ryoma did the first thing to come to mind. He immediately covered himself with his hands, frantically looking to see if there was anyone nearby that could see him in his exposed state. Not finding anyone, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not.
Another thing. The plant... made noises. It caused Ryoma to stare for a good three seconds before he started struggling in earnest, hands grabbing at the vines and pulling, wincing when a couple suckers were pulled off like bandaids.
"Get...off..." He muttered, trying to keep the slow rise of panic from bubbling up. This thing, whatever it was, was freaking him out. He needed to get away but to do that he needed to get untangled!
The tentacle that had exposed Ryoma petted and explored the broad expanse of the boy's back, discovering the arches and dips of him as it stroked down toward the curve of his buttocks again. A fluid began to secrete from the pores of the tentacle, a trail of slime left in it's wake as the tip dove down to creep along the crevice of Ryoma's ass.
The very end of the tendril probed softly, almost tentatively at the boy's puckered entrance, before forcing itself into him, invading Ryoma's warm and constricting body with a twisting motion.
The suckered tentacle that had wrapped itself around Ryoma's cock peeled itself off of the hardening organ, to slide up the boy's torso, well-defined muscles suckled upon by the pads, leaving red welts that marked the boy as violated.
In its stead another vine rose, similarly secreting fluids that coated it and Ryoma's shaft as it wrapped around his erection, squeezing and working his length as the beast mercilessly fucked the boy, exploring his insides.
Ryoma froze again, then started shaking, though not nearly as much in fear as in pleasure. His eyes clenched shut, a mewling sound drawn from his throat as he squirmed. He couldn't make up his mind what to focus on more, the vine between his legs, the one drilling into him or his hands, now clenched tight around the vine that had held his wrists.
The beast arose, moving it's mostly limp form forward with the aid of a myriad of other tentacles that were not preoccupied with discovering Ryoma. The entire form of the creature moved over Ryoma's hips, before descending downward, a gaping mouth at the center of it's body opening to engulf Ryoma's straining erection. A hot, moist, tight mouth consumed his entire length quickly, savouring him with what may have felt like a hundred tongues licking at the engorged muscle feverishly, lapping and lashing as the beast suckled upon him, drawing Ryoma into it, greedily gorging on his feel and taste.
Ryoma's hips bucked sharply as he gave a wordless cry at the new sensation. His back arched and his head tossed to one side as he panted breathlessly. It wasn't a plant, couldn't be. Not entirely, at least. At first he'd feared the creature was going to bite. What it did instead was making him jerk, writhing on the ground helplessly.
"M-more..." He pleaded, cheeks burning with the request. Maybe once he was away from here he'd be appalled at himself. For now though, all he wanted was for the creature to keep going.
As if the creature heard Ryoma's pleas (perhaps it had understood), several more tentacles encircled the boy's body, their tips slithering purposefully to the boy's entrance. Without further preparation, lubrication or warning, the tentacles worked their way into Ryoma's body, stretching him, forcing their way past circles of resisting muscles, to touch and stroke along his insides. The tentacles rolled against each other, adding to the barrage of sensations assaulting the boy.
Tears pricked Ryoma's eyes briefly at the sudden intrusion and he whimpered, squirming desperately with the creature practically on top of him. That had hurt, almost making him want to push the plant-thing away, make it stop. Before he could even start to sit up however, one vine in particular happened to find a spot as-yet untouched. The small, nubby tip pressed against it in its stroking, making Ryoma's toes curl and his hands clench the vine tighter, short nails digging in slightly as he tried to draw in a ragged breath.
Those tentacles embedded within Ryoma's body shuffled faster against one another, twisting and torqueing fiercely, almost aggressively, as if the beast wanted to rip Ryoma apart in the process of exploring him. The mouth meanwhile lowered and lifted in quick successions, lips wrapped tight around Ryoma's cock, greedily memorising every vein and curve of his erection as tongues ardently slurped and licked every inch of his length, massaging at a furious pace, urging and coaxing the boy to allow the beast the ultimate pleasure of tasting his essence.
Tendrils that had remained lax so far writhed as they moved, sliding over the boy's thighs to dip between his legs, beneath the mass of the creature to coil around Ryoma's sack, gentle tugs and rolling motions delivered to the boy in a fashion far more disciplined than any of the beast's previous gestures.
There was only so much a boy could take. Ryoma's body jerked, muscles locking up before he threw his head back and came with an inarticulate cry that echoed through the woods. The whole time the creature kept going, relentless in getting its own satisfaction, taking everything Ryoma had to offer and forcing out more.
A low groan of gratification shuddered throughout the entire beast as it felt Ryoma shudder beneath it, submitting to the pleasurable sensations that the creature had unleashed upon the boy. With greedy suckling sounds and motions, the beast consumed the boy's seed, his essence absorbed into it, fusing and becoming forever a part of it's own being. So much so that after this ordeal, the creature would forever crave Ryoma's unique feel and taste -- a craving that would become a driving force in the beast's life and pursuits.
The creature continued pounding into Ryoma until he wrenched pathetic whimpers and strained groans from the lad. Until his body could barely shiver beneath the barrage, so exhausted was he. And when Ryoma was entirely spent, the creature finally shifted off of the boy, tendrils slowly unwinding themselves from within the lad, mouth extracting itself gently from Ryoma's flaccid cock that it had continued to lave upon even when it fell limp.
Ryoma curled on his side, a sheen of sweat making his shirt stick to him as he panted, working to get his breath back. He was so sore from the punishing force the beast had used on him, merciless in its quest for gratification. Unable to move, he was so exhausted that all he could do was lay there on the ground with his eyes closed and try to piece together what had just happened. It had been a new experience, to say the least. One that had been... oddly good feeling considering where it had come from.
He cracked an eye open, staring at the creature as it settled back as it had been before he'd had the curiosity to prod at it. He still had no idea what it was. It looked as though it was satisfied now though, if one went by the sounds it had made. Could a plant be smug? The thought rankled.
"Mada... mada dane." He panted, forcing himself to sit up gingerly and search for his duffel that had been dropped as soon as the plant moved. At least he didn't have to walk home half-naked. Explaining his ripped shorts would be... interesting. He'd come up with something.