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My little contribution to the DC Kink Meme.
Promp: Legion of Super Heroes/Tentacle Monster
The Result:
WITNESS
It was, in hindsight, a classic setup. The garbled distress signal, a derelict cruiser floating in the void, strange lifesigns from the sensors. It should have made them much more cautious than they were. Brainy acknowledged that afterwards, when the rescue team itself had been rescued. He never said anything publicly, of course. Oh no, that would have been too great an admission of error on his part as team leader. Too emotional. And the situation Wildfire had found them in, had been about as emotional as anyone could imagine.
Gim on his back, naked and moaning like a tri-dee whore, meeting the thing's thrusts. Lyle and Brainy bound chest to chest, supple tendrils playing them like musical instruments, tumescent green flesh rubbing against fair skin, neither of them able to do much more than shiver and groan into each the others mouth. And Dirk, Dirk just lolling in the things embrace, legs spread wide, head back. From her vantage, Salu had watched his throat bulge around the thing's tentacle, saw him writhe and grab the other appendage, actually thrust it harder into him. The image still haunted her.
She thought she should have done more. She was small, beneath the creature's notice, and so remained . . . unmolested. Unable to do anything to help her comrades, Salu had called for help and born witness to their experience.
Most of them still couldn't look her in the face.
Promp: Legion of Super Heroes/Tentacle Monster
The Result:
WITNESS
It was, in hindsight, a classic setup. The garbled distress signal, a derelict cruiser floating in the void, strange lifesigns from the sensors. It should have made them much more cautious than they were. Brainy acknowledged that afterwards, when the rescue team itself had been rescued. He never said anything publicly, of course. Oh no, that would have been too great an admission of error on his part as team leader. Too emotional. And the situation Wildfire had found them in, had been about as emotional as anyone could imagine.
Gim on his back, naked and moaning like a tri-dee whore, meeting the thing's thrusts. Lyle and Brainy bound chest to chest, supple tendrils playing them like musical instruments, tumescent green flesh rubbing against fair skin, neither of them able to do much more than shiver and groan into each the others mouth. And Dirk, Dirk just lolling in the things embrace, legs spread wide, head back. From her vantage, Salu had watched his throat bulge around the thing's tentacle, saw him writhe and grab the other appendage, actually thrust it harder into him. The image still haunted her.
She thought she should have done more. She was small, beneath the creature's notice, and so remained . . . unmolested. Unable to do anything to help her comrades, Salu had called for help and born witness to their experience.
Most of them still couldn't look her in the face.
