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As they’d gotten home from their first dinner in months, Vex ushered King Dice into their shared bedroom. “Strip down.” A simple command that he readily followed. Vex walked to grab a pair of cuffs.
“You look adorable, Dice,” Vex cooed as his own anticipation made him work faster, eager to serve his dear lover. “Vying for my attention like this.” At last, his gorgeous skin was bare, and Vex didn’t want to keep their hands off him.
“Are the cuffs too tight?”
“No, ‘s all good.” He was already on the bed- unable to keep still as Vex ran their cold hands over his chest, gently pinching his nipples. Dice was already squirming, pent up with the still growing anticipation.
Vex hummed a small reply, before continuing, “Do you remember your safeword? Gestures?”
King Dice nodded as he lay on his back with his hands secured above him. All night long he’d stared at Vex’s bra just ever so slightly showing through their shirt, their hardened nipples poking through. All night long they’d teased him, rubbing his inner thigh, even rubbing his cock over his pants. His breath hitched in surprise as Vex straddled him, entirely clothed except for their shirt and slacks, long since gone.
He began to grind his hips against Vex, staring at their carmine bra matching their hair, breasts spilling out. “No, Dice, stay still.” They slipped a gag over his head, “Be a good boy for me.” All the pathetic die could do was give a small nod and a muffled whine, desperate for any hint of friction.
They’d pushed themselves off the bed, as they then started to take the rest of their clothes off- their singular slimy tentacle lying limp where their shaft should be. It twitched at the sight of him sprawled out, willingly helpless. Throughout the night, he’d even verbally stated what he wanted them to do to him- going as far as to stroke his cock, hidden from the public eye underneath the tablecloths. He’d taunted them. He knew perfectly well what was coming.
Vex grabbed a vibrator out of a drawer, and placed it on the lowest setting. “My little slut.” They placed the vibrator right on Dice’s tip, muffled moans unable to leave his mouth, drool dripping down the size of his cheek, lipstick and gloss smearing. “So, so sensitive…” His precum was already dripping down his cock, the vibrations almost painfully slow.
Out of boredom, Vex used their tentacle to gently caress the king’s chest, and teasing his nipples, softly running over and underneath his chin.
Vex straddled him, sinking down on his cock, their throbbing pussy clenching him tightly. They hadn't moved, hadn't bounced, they'd simply sat there, letting Dice simmer in his own arousal. Vex leaned down, took his face in their hands, and kissed him hungrily. They'd pulled back, and began to lick his lips for him. They dragged their tongue up his cheek, and licked the glittery eyeshadow off his eyelids.
"Open your eyes for me, slut."
He did. Then, they took their skilled tongue and placed it to his green iris. It was just… indescribably salty as if his eyes were made from the deepest depths of the sea. Dice couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, still unable to truly let out his pleasure.
"Mhm, you like that?" They slapped him- not full force, just enough to sting the way that he wanted it to. He let a small moan slip, and his face flushed red of humiliation. Vex slapped him again, their tentacle now on his sharp collarbones, resting- as if it were tired, as if it could breathe. Convulsing without lungs. It left transparent blue trails everywhere it went; a track of slime was visible on his face and beautiful porcelain body.
“Do you want more?” The die nodded enthusiastically. “Are you gonna beg for it? Buck a little pup in heat? Hm?” All he could do was whine like a stupid little mutt. “Are you gon’ use your words?” HIs cuffs clinked together.
He whined louder, aimlessly jerking his hips upwards, just so, so damn desperate. Vex was already guiding their long and ever-changing tentacle to the king of heart’s hole. The tip was sliding its way into his anal canal, the suctions proved to be difficult but they got inside. The gag managed to break, and the sound that came out of his mouth couldn’t be differentiated between pleasure or pure agony. He was just so fuckin’ tight, Vex was moaning, too, now. They leaned down and licked his flat, painted nose.
“Calm down, dear.” and various other sweet nothings made their way into Dice’s ears, Vex’s tentacle pulsating inside him, getting deeper into his hole. His worthless little hole. Vex’s thin flesh began to almost molt off of them, and they couldn’t hold back their own screams from filling up a room, soundwaves echoing and bouncing off the walls, their usual baritone smoothness into nothing but tantalizing screeching. The tentacle just kept getting longer, thicker. The fallen flesh gathered on the silk bed sheets, all moving with a mind of their own controlled flakey bodies, moving towards the tentacle. Feeding it.
Their teeth were next. Their gorgeous pearls, treasured, stolen from the clams of the Twilight Zone. Vex’s gums gave way, peeling away like rotten pieces of fruit, their teeth dropping one by one, in no apparent order. Blood oozed from every wound, some sprayed. Dice could taste the blood from the air, weighing on his nostrils, daring him to take a breath. Red was everywhere.
Vex’s bones were all snapped at once, sounding no different to a firecracker. Dice could hear knocking on the door growing ever frantically. What was left of them bore boned spikes, poking through their now-fragile frame. There were mouths, so many mouths, my god, so many. Some were propped open by an unmoving bone, and he had spotted one that wouldn’t stop biting the air. It bit at least three times a second- he couldn’t make sense of it if he tried to.
The die was trapped. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t think with anything this big inside him. He was effectively paralyzed, his ears ringing and his heart trying to beat itself out of his boned cage, his collarbones rattling. On top of him was now a lump of muscle and bone, screams now quieter and raspy. Dice couldn’t even scream anymore. The pain he felt was… ineffable. Indescribable. He couldn’t use a single goddamn word and have it accurately describe his pain and his fear all in one.
Blood was everywhere. Eyes were everywhere. Glowing, faint, purple eyes shone their way through the flesh that hasn’t mended quiet yet, through whatever muscle was left. They poked through every single orifice visible. The smell was overwhelmingly metallic, he’d wanted to vomit. He wanted to scream but his vocal chords weren’t at use anymore. He hadn’t even noticed when Vex, at long last, had went limp, and oh so eerily silent. He was so tired. His consciousness had faded to black. Complete emptiness.
However, the tentacle kept going, Vex’s muscles going to waste as well. Blood covered the now scarlet body of King Dice. The boneless limb must be well into his liver by now, or possibly, burst through. Freely grasping at anything it can. Breaking the intestinal tracts, the bones, shards going everywhere. The tentacle squeezing his lungs for lemonade, any free flowing liquid. It was thirsty. So desperately thirsty. Its sudden teeth growing into make-believe gums and biting at everything in sight. From bone, to muscle, to tissue. A mouth opened up where the die’s still erect penis stood. The void hovered over him, and bit. A tongue had made its way onto his tip, sucking all of the lover’s blood off his flesh. Their sweet, sweet blood.
It ate him from the inside out.