Finding Bliss: Fantasy MMMM Gay Romance (Trial of Submission Book 3)

by Natalie Wish

  Mexi’s whimper was cut as his mouth was stuffed full.

  The magical feeler pushed in between his lips, the smaller end going in easily, but every next inch stretched them wide, until he visibly struggled to take it. Only then the purple length pulled back, just to slam back in again. Rogan was so focused on those delicate lips growing redder with friction, while they were fucked full, that he startled when Mexi’s eyes widened and his whole body jerked.

  He took in the whole situation and oh, yes, that would do it.

  The tentacles found Mexi’s second hole as well. By the time his attention switched there a second of the smaller tentacles was already sneaking its way past the one already lodged into the small elf. And another one was waiting to join its brothers.

  A muffled moan escaped the trapped elf, but there were other sounds that dominated their little corner of the room. Slick, dirty, squelching sounds. Everything was wet and Mexi was getting covered in the spell’s lubricant. The sheen of oiled muscles and dripping rivulets of cum-like substance made the view into a vision that could be conjured by an incubus, or a crowning accomplishment of the god of lust.

  Another tentacle sneaked into the helpless elf and wriggled.

  And with a shout trapped behind his stuffed lips Mexi came for the first time that day.

  Rogan was so entranced watching the dribbles of cum on Mexi’s cock that he forgot about the challenge for a moment. But he could always count on Xanran to remind him.

  “Take it off,” the dragon pulled at his long sleeved shirt impatiently.

  He untied the ties of the garment and tossed it on one of the benches at the edge of the room.

  “You are not going to join him?” He asked the dragon, his voice already sliding into a deeper octave at the lust that poured into him.

  “I’m willing to let him have all the attention for now. He looks so pretty. Is it good, darling?” Xanran asked the squirming male cheekily.

  The sound that escaped the rogue’s mouth was probably meant to be a course, but the glazed look in his eyes meant it lost a lot of its complaining edge. He made a sign with his hand, that they used in place of a ‘green’ safeword, so Rogan didn’t react when his spine curved and his eyes shut in a painful and pleasurable agony, as the tentacles went to work again, the brief respite over.

  This time, there was another tendril sneaking towards Mexi’s groin. It pushed against the soft cock, like a nuzzling kitten, rubbing all over, until the breath escaping Mexi’s nose grew harsh and his erection sprang back to life, coaxed into hardening again bit by bit. Coming multiple times wasn’t something new for their beautiful sub, but would he really be able...

  Rogan looked down at himself and noted how many clothes he still had on. Sure, it wasn’t as bad as his usual adventurer gear, or, stars forbid, his battle armor, but his boots, socks, belt, pants, underwear, and sleeveless shirt still had to go. Even if he magnanimously counted the boots and socks together as pairs, it was still six orgasms to go.

  Would Mexi be able to take it? Being fucked rough and coming so many times with so little downtime... it was a torture.

  Good thing that Mexi liked being tortured.

  He watched as the hoard of tentacles squirmed around the lithe body, possessing it from outside and from inside. The purple color of the magic made the scene even more surreal, like one of those dreams from which you wake up hard in your bed.

  The unrelenting tendril glided over Mexi’s length as his body shook, as he came again with a shudder.

  Two pairs of hands divested Rogan of his shirt immediately after. Saainren smoothing a proprietary hand down his chest, before he turned his attention back to their sub, who hung in the web of tentacles now, supported by them, as his knees had given way. The magical tendril freed his mouth, so that he could gulp the precious air into his heaving lungs. He looked deliciously messed up.

  Something close to a sob escaped his strained throat when the tentacles started moving again a minute later.

  “You are doing so good for us,” Saainren soothed him in his smooth, cultured voice. “You can take it.”

  “Mmm, he can, but maybe a little bit of help wouldn’t be amiss,” Xanran murmured in a sultry tone and started unlacing Rogan’s pants.

  “Hey! That’s not coming off yet!” he protested.

  “It’s not,” Xanran agreed. “But you will be coming.”

  Before he could voice his objections, the dragon sunk to his knees and pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his hard cock and immediately going to work with an enthusiasm of somebody gorging themselves on their favorite food.

  “Keep looking at Mexi.” Saainren tilted his head back up and he was the one trapped now between the sinful view in front of him and the hot mouth between his legs.

  It only took Mexi coming again and Rogan seeing the pleasure going through him like an electric current for him to come as well.

  He spurted hard into Xanran’s willing mouth and glanced down to see him pull off his cock and licking his lips.

  “Pay up. Two pieces of clothing.”

  “What? But Mexi only came once...”

  Then it hit him. Oh, that clever bastard.

  “You never specified whose orgasms it had to be.” Xanran gave him a smug look and Rogan shoved his foot between his legs, pressing on his troublemaking lover’s erection, encircled by a magical cock ring that let him get hard, but kept him from coming.

  “Well, it certainly won’t be your orgasms,” he commented viciously as the dragon groaned at the pleasure, his body tensing as if he didn’t know if he wanted to get away or chase the pressure.

  In the end the dragon took his leg in his hands and folded down, so he could kiss his black leather boot.

  “So cruel.”

  Rogan didn’t know if it was a complaint or praise, but he quite liked seeing Xanran licking his boots while his clever hands untied them slowly.

  Saainren checked in with Mexi, while Rogan was divested of his boots and his socks, and Xanran sat back on his knees, looking up at him with an eager expression.

  “Again?”

  “How about you go be a good boy for Saainren now, hmm? I think I need to... save all my strength if I’m going to attempt this madness.”

  Xanran gave him a grin and shuffled earnestly towards the prince and the erection visibly tenting his pants. It was a miracle he hadn’t come already at the sight before them, so Rogan wasn’t surprised when it only took a few pulls of those full lips for him to come with a moan.

  He shook his pants off himself, with only his underwear as the last piece that had to go.

  He caught Mexi’s eyes as the elf was being pounded into again, the tentacles now supporting his whole body, his feet not even touching the floor as he was slightly tilted back and they could see the place where the vines of magic entered him clearer than ever before.

  There were five tendrils lodged into him.

  Fuck, when did that happen?

  He was so full with them, stretched to the brim. And, unlike a cock, the tentacles could move in every way. They pumped and pulled Mexi’s asshole apart, flowing over each other, tangling and, Rogan imagined, pressing on his prostate relentlessly in a way no stiff erection or a dildo ever could. The prehensile flexibility had to be more like a tongue swirling around that most intimate of places. Like rimming.

  Rogan loved being rimmed.

  When the tears gathering in Mexi’s eyes fell down and he shouted his earth-shattering fourth orgasm to the heavens, Rogan was ready and eager to take his place.

  His underwear fell to the floor, forgotten as he stepped out of it. He made his way to the writhing mass of tentacles and the naked, wrung out body of his lover, but a noise of protest stopped him.

  “Mppfh!!!!” Xanran complained, as the prince was still using his mouth. Saainren’s hand pulled him down on his
cock by a tight grip in his hair, so far that the dragon had to deepthroat him or choke and kept him there, while his throat worked spasmodically, breath a forgotten thing. He stayed like that, drooling for a number of seconds, before their Dominant pulled him back, hand still fisted in the blond locks, and came all over his face.

  Rogan paused in his journey more because he was transfixed with the performance than because he wanted to wait for Xanran. But if he was already done and the prince sated...

  He pulled the dragon to his feet and gave him a thorough, claiming kiss, the taste of their Dom’s essence on their tongues only making the filthy meeting of lips better.

  “Come on, let’s save Mexi before the magic decides to have a go at him again,” he grinned at the other man and pulled him towards their prize.

  They extricated Mexi from the still ravenous tentacles and passed him to Saainren. They could cuddle and bear witness to a truly unique show.

  He shivered at the thought and closed his eyes when he felt a tendril making his way up his leg. He was counting on starting with this foreign and exciting magic possessing his mouth, but the first place it zeroed on was between his legs. The feel of the slimy protrusion circling his hole was... alien but exhilarating. He parted his legs to give the tentacles better access. They didn’t bind him like they did with Mexi, instead starting to slide all over his skin. It felt like getting petted by a giant octopus.

  Xanran on the other hand... the magic had to have some way to tell the preferences of the people partaking in the spell, because the dragon looked absolutely blissed out with one thick tentacle stuffed down his throat, while a mass of others bound his hands behind his back. Between his legs The Device pulsed with magic, the plug in his ass capturing the energy not only from their group, but from the whole room of beings experiencing carnal pleasure. It had to stay inside for the best effects, making Xanran a conduit for this magical experiment, so the tentacles could only circle around, without slipping inside. But the attention was enough to move the magical plug slightly, rocking it into the waiting hole. Being denied access there, many of the tentacles congregated at Xanran’s groin, squirming around his hardness, stimulating him constantly. He couldn’t do anything but take it, as they pushed and pulled around him, without the ability to make him finish. Forbidding him from coming really was a cruel punishment.

  Good. He deserved it for making Rogan worry.

  He gasped sharply as the first of the questing tendrils finally entered him. It felt colder than he was used to. It was probably an intended effect considering it was magic. He was wondering when more of the tentacles would take an interest in his secret place, when he felt a spike of pleasure that nearly bowled him over.

  “Ah!” he gasped as his prostate was targeted with relentless skill, massaged in circular motions, and tapped with quick bursts in turn.

  Oh hell. It appeared he didn’t need more than one.

  “Uh... a... ah!” he groaned and revised his opinion. Something stuffed down his throat to keep him from making those embarrassing noises would be nice.

  But the magic didn’t grant him that mercy. Instead, the slim tentacle left his body, only to be immediately replaced with a slightly larger one, that was equally interested in tormenting his sweet spot.

  “Does it feel good?” his prince asked huskily, Mexi cradled in his lap.

  “It’s... nnn! It’s... not the worst,” he hedged and Mexi laughed at him.

  “It’s the best,” the elf corrected him and sighed happily, languid as a wet noodle after the fucking he got.

  As if being offended by being underappreciated by Rogan, the spell bade another, larger tentacle to make his home in Mexi’s body.

  He whimpered, now starting to feel the stretch, the single tendril not only teasing his spot, but filling him up so nicely.

  He moved his hips a bit, blushing when he realized he was willing to ride this perverted magic. He barely got used to the new tentacle before it was exchanged for the next one.

  “Oh...” he stared between his legs in a daze, now taking a tentacle as wide as Saainren’s cock.

  “I wonder how much you can take,” his prince said with a raised brow and that appraising tilt of his head. It never failed to make Rogan hot when his Dom was judging him so openly. It made him want to meet all his expectations, exceed them even, make him proud.

  “Ngh! Ah, ah, ah...” small, punched out sounds left his mouth as he went to work. If he was supposed to take more then he couldn’t just sit there. He pushed his hips against the intrusion, welcoming the tentacle deeper into himself, letting it spread him as it got wider the more of it he took.

  Another tendril followed when he could easily slide over its smaller cousin. He took it in with a bit of struggle. Everything was so slippery it was hard to get it inside. But, finally, it sank into him and he gritted his teeth as his hole swallowed more and more of it, as if it was hungry for more sensation.

  And what sensation it was. It rocked through his whole body when it pressed just right, like the head of the fattest cock he had ever taken. It was a challenge to accept the intrusion and he panted, his head thrown back as inch by inch he was pulled down onto it, the smaller tentacles twining at his waist and around his legs, pushing him to descend, to spear himself onto that blessed and cursed magic.

  When he finally settled, as much of the tentacle as he could take inside (he could swear he could feel it in his throat) he unclenched his hands, gulping a much needed breath, his body trembling with adrenalin. His shoulders relaxed a little and he looked towards his lovers, past Xanran who was still fulfilling a monthly dose of his oral fixation, and smiled at Saainren, proud he could do it.

  “I think you can take more.”

  He panted for a few breaths as the understanding of his prince’s request hit him. Could he? Could he do it?

  He whimpered in excitement and fear as the tentacle pounded him for a time and then started to retreat. His eyes opened wide at what was waiting for him next.

  He couldn’t! Not something so big!

  With the other ones he could pretend it was just a weird cock, but what he was seeing... what was waiting near his hole... that was monstrous! It was as wide as his fist!

  “Xanran, be a dear and help Rogan,” the prince commanded, and the dragon extricated himself from the tentacles slowly as if he was just waking from a dream, working only on instinct that told him to obey his Dom’s orders. He plastered himself to Rogan’s front, both of them kneeling now and reached behind him, to skim his clever fingers over his ass and to guide them inside. He didn’t waste any time and two fingers of both of his hands entered his puffy hole, then pulled in opposite directions. Rogan bit the dragon’s shoulder hard, muffling the pathetic sounds that wanted to escape him. It was an intense feeling, as the digits moved in a variety of ways spreading him to and past his limits. He didn’t know how much time passed before Xanran decided he was open enough, but the moment came when he was empty again.

  And that meant...

  He shouted at the first pressure from that monstrous tentacle. It charged forward like a striking snake, using Rogan’s gaping hole as a target. The first bit went in without that much of a problem, helped by Xanran’s hands that cupped Rogan’s asscheeks and spread them shamelessly, opening him to the oncoming invasion. But the tentacle grew thick fast and soon the guard was clinging desperately to the dragon as he was spread wider than he ever was before. There was so much of it. He could feel it pressing at his insides, making room for itself. He looked down between their bodies and he could swear his stomach was bulging. He watched in fascination as that bump moved and yes, for a second he could see the shape of the tentacle distending his skin.

  “Just a bit more... just a little longer...” Xanran was whispering in his ear, while they both shivered, wrecks of sensation, once again in the storm of pleasure.

  Rogan hands raked down the d
ragon’s barely healed back, the guard not even registering how he was leaving bloody gashes, as he struggled to take the obscene viciousness of being impaled on something this large. Large and moving.

  Oh god, it was moving.

  Not only pushing back and forth, but curling around, searching, undulating.

  He screamed as it found his prostate again and came without anybody touching his cock. His whole body seized up, squeezing the tentacle like a vice, trapping it inside as sprout after sprout of white cum fell all over Xanran.

  He was only half aware as he collapsed on that hard chest, that Xanran was swearing, humping into his leg, with no chance for release.

  ∞∞∞

  Saainren was pretty pleased with himself.

  Maybe he didn’t do much but what was important was the fact that all three of his subs were absolutely wrecked. And dirty. So, so dirty. The slime from the tentacles was everywhere. That’s why Saainren decided to forgo the public bath and get them a nice room with a large bathroom, so they could get themselves in order and rest a bit. He carried the slim elf inside, while the other duo supported each other, poor Rogan barely able to walk due to the vigorous fucking he got and poor Xanran still hard as steel.

  He took care of them as much as he could, gently cleaning their bodies, washing Xanran’s long hair that got dirtied with the slimy tentacle lubricant, making sure to sterilize the gashes from Rogan’s nails on the dragon’s back... and distributing many sweet kisses and affectionate words.

  As they left the bath refreshed, he could see Mexi and Rogan were feeling sleepy. Xanran’s leg on the other hand was tapping a nervous rhythm on the floor, his energy not spent yet, as he wasn’t allowed to come.

  “Do you want to call it a day?” he asked the room.

  “I want to cuddle. Now,” Mexi demanded, while Rogan made a sound of approval at his idea.

  “Can we stay a bit more?” Xanran asked prettily.