When They Please Her for hello_spikey

[jasonsnene]

Title:  When They Please Her

Author:  jasonsnene

Pairing:  Illyria/Spike, Illyria/Wes

Rating:  NC17

Warnings:  tentacles, non-con

Beta: 

aayesha_r

 

For my sweetie,

hello_spikey, who vowed that Illyria had tentacles and was proven to be right.  So as a reward, she got tentacle!porn and I got an idea for the prompt tentacles for my kink_bingo table.  Hope you like it, you evil kitty!  :D

 

 

Illyria gazed upon the feeble human bodies that knelt by her feet.  It was a shame that their forms were so fragile.  Returned as she was to her world and to her true form, she was at full strength, and God to all she surveyed.  Their shapes were little more than flailing carcasses when faced with her might.  Even the stone collars she’d forged around their necks weighed them down so that they could not rise without her assistance.  They were pleasing to look upon, though, so they remained. 

 

Wesley, it seemed, was particularly bothered by his adornment.  He’d pulled at it futilely until she used one of her lower tentacles to bind his arms behind his back.  It hadn’t taken long for him to realize that she was his God and that he would obey her every whim.  Now, he laid there and whimpered occasionally until she lightened the stones around his neck with a mere thought.  Pitiful.

 

Next she turned her eyes to Spike.  Another poor demon trapped in a human shell as she’d been not so long ago.  He, too, struggled against his bonds.  She wondered how long it would take before he gave up.  His vampire strength was no match to hers, but still, he seemed determined to fight.  It would be an intriguing experiment, although there was no doubt in her mind that she would be victorious. 

 

Illyria decided she wanted to be entertained.  Her pets were convenient and met her requirement.  Stretching out her tentacled arms, she brushed them over their cowering forms.  Wesley tried to move away from her, and she pinned him down like the bug he was and watched him squirm.  His struggles pleased her.

 

Spike turned his head and glared at her.  She was annoyed by his audacity.  Wrapping a tentacle around his genitals, she squeezed tightly and watched him writhe.  When he began to howl, she released him.  No one looked at her in that way.  He would learn, or she would squeeze harder next time. 

 

Wesley was still squirming under her, and she stretched out her upper feelers and caressed him.  He was really quite lovely, for a human.  His skin was such a thin layer of protection against the harshness of the environment.  It grew red and purple just from her touch.  The colors were interesting against the pale backdrop of his flesh.  She would have to keep him this way.  So little about their forms was pleasing; to find something amusing was a noteworthy event.

 

His constant noises though, that would need to cease, immediately.  She removed a tentacle from his chest and pushed it into his mouth.  There.  Much more pleasant without his human screeching.  Perhaps she would train him to suckle it.  He would be like a human infant to her, receiving his nourishment through her body. 

 

Spike was growing weaker in his struggles against her.  He was very stubborn.  A trait she would soon break him of.  She removed another of her upper appendages and caressed his lower entrance.  She recalled that human males received sexual stimulation through this orifice. 

 

Prodding the hole, she felt it give beneath her wriggling and she could feel his insides putting pressure on her.  It was a novel sensation, one she knew she would be repeating often.  She wondered if she could give them both sexual release in this way.

 

Duplicating her movements now on Wesley, she let her tentacles writhe and wriggle inside her pets.  They were moaning now, although Wesley’s were muffled by the gag she’d created with her flesh.  It would be better to hear them both calling out to her and begging for release.  But Wesley’s sounds were giving her great pleasure as they were.  Spike’s words would do for now.  Wesley could continue to suckle.

 

Spike was becoming more and more vocal as she continued to thrust into his hole.  Human sexual release was quite extraordinary.  It was unfortunate that she did not have time to study it further during her time in their world.  She cared little about them then, and less now.  Still, it was disappointing not to have the knowledge she desired.

 

She watched Spike’s genitals grow and rise, much like her own extensions when she received pleasure.  Wesley’s was performing similarly.  She stroked them both there, on those strange jutting organs, and they both moved under her touch.

 

Intriguing.  She stroked them again and again, listening to Spike’s pleas and Wesley’s moans.  It sounded painful, this so called release.  Perhaps they would scream for her in pleasure as they did so often in pain.  

 

Wesley shifted his legs wider, letting her go deeper into him.  The sensitive tip that was inside him brushed a little bump, and Wesley moaned loudly and thrust harder.  She touched it again, and again, then sought out the same spot inside Spike.

 

It was fun to hear them crying out and moaning.  Wesley’s body tensed and he shot fluid from his organ onto his stomach.  She stopped her movements and ran one tentacle over it, gathering it up for later inspection.  Perhaps if she studied this, she could learn how to milk it from him for other uses.

 

Spike was yelling at her now, and she realized she had stopped moving inside him as well.  Frowning at him again, she removed herself from his body and used her freed appendage to pin him down again.  He had caused her displeasure.  He would receive no release from her in return. 

 

She lifted Wesley with her largest feeler and curled him against her body.  He whimpered and she held him tighter until he quieted.  When Spike ceased to quiet, she stuffed his mouth full as well and left him there.  She would rest now, and think more on this later.