One-shot: Wet Whispers

NoA: +18 warning






The day had been exhausting. Were combats in a row, so many wounded... And so much work. Fortunately, he had finally finished, and the BLU Medic had got enough material for his experiments so as to save and use later. He let the Heavy placed the last body bag in their proper place, and soon left alone in the operating and laboratory room. He still had to organize everything before returning home, at least until the next mission.

The place was almost dark, with the only light of a lamp, whose light was reflected both in the instrumental that was on the table, as in many eyes were watching pigeons all in its neutral interest. The Germanic sighed, with a bonesaw, stained with blood, ready to keep it in place. However, the sudden flutter of white flight, which departed from his position, warned him. He noted the group with expectation, and soon felt a presence behind him:

-Who's zhere?

Should be alone, unless someone on his team... Maybe there slinks Scout, willing to spend some joke, or the Demoman, so drunk he would have gotten into the first room he saw. Still, he entrenched the bonesaw firmly in his hand. For some reason, He had a bad feeling.

He tried to turn around, but it was too late: His hands were suddenly trapped by what appeared thick ropes, and before he could ask for help, something wet covered his mouth. Something with suction cups, which were fixed on his skin. It was then he realized that, in fact, were tentacles that had trapped, and the whisper he perceived behind him made ​​him feel a chill:

-Bonjour...

The Medic tried to squirm, but another tentacle pinned the torso, minimizing his movements. Those members had superhuman strength, and bound him with the same ease as a rag doll. After a few seconds of struggling, decided it was pointless to waste energy, and stood waiting, panting as best allowed the member covering his mouth and nose:

-Do you remember me, Doctor? -The monster approached his mouth to the ear of the healer, who shook involuntarily as he felt his breath, and a row of sharp triangular teeth became more visible as he smiled maliciously- Oh, of course you do... You were afraid to come right this moment, do right? In your own creation would take matters into...

The German closed his eyes for a moment. It had been a failed experiment considered. An attempt to mix humans with animals to increase their physical capacity and make them more effective in combat. His guinea pig was a Spy of his team, which attempted to inject DNA octopus. The idea was that there were only subtle changes to slightly increase his strength, his agility and his ability to camouflage... Do not make a monstrous hybrid. But the experiment went wrong in that aspect, and the being who had his back... It was the result. He believed to have killed him and thrown his body into the sea, but it had obviously survived, and was checking at the time in his flesh:

-What should I do with you, doctor? -The hybrid smiled broadly, clearly enjoying the suffering of his victim. He slid a claw at the nape of the human, causing a shudder- Should strangle? Maybe tear you apart? Or that do you love make your victims...? What was...? Oh, yes: Dismember.

He used that had the cigarette between his lips to cast a cloud of smoke into the face of the Medic. Customs had never died, after all, and snuff was for him a drug too strong. The Germanic began to sweat cold and stirred again in an attempt to break free. One hand was holding the bonesaw firmly, despite not being Squeezing profit at the time. Then Spy's lips brushed the ear of the doctor, and a new whisper stroked his eardrum:

-Do you know? You look so delicious... In fact, I know what I do with you.

Another tentacle slipped further below the upper clothes Medic, and a tug blew all the buttons, opening and leaving the front of his torso bare. He began to caress the skin, making the doctor tremble again, before attempting a new and fruitless struggle. The mutant turned back the man's wrist until he was forced by pain to let go of the bonesaw, which fell with a clang:

-Nothing personal, Doc... I have to make sure that you’ll not hurt.

He smiled with the same scorn with which he uttered that phrase, as he held his eight tentacles with the Medic and turned, forcing him to face him. Elongated pupils crossed with blue eyes German, who moved his look of terror to a more challenging, frowning:

-Oh... -The Spy cocked his head, with a false tenderness- Now pretend you do not fear me? As arrogant as usual, but... Let's see how tough you.

He brought both hands blackened to the torso of the Medic, and slipped the clutches of the skin, without coming to harm, at least for now. The move was down to the edge of the pants of the doctor, and he opened his eyes wide as he realized what was going to make the half Spy. He tried once more free, in vain, for even his ankles were immobilized by two tentacles, and the monster soon pull down his pants and underpants. He licked, and one hand around the penis of Germanic, to begin to masturbate. Smile widened when he perceived a pleasurable moan from him, and with less ceremony one of its free tentacles slid between the legs, to penetrate anally. Medic's body tensed, releasing a moan louder, this time of pain and surprise:

-Sssssh! Quiet...

Continued masturbating both front and back, while the rest of his tentacles, no arms and legs immobilized to the doctor, began to caress his body, slipping of serpentine, even luxurious, down garments. Medic was surprised to find warmer, less humid, and that only made, against his will, his body reacted to the stimuli received. His member turns soon harden, and his body shook with each new wave sporadically enjoyable than it ran. However, a part of his mind still resisted, his pride wounded by being used in such a way, but above all ... On discovering that he was enjoying. At one point, the tentacle, which partially covered his face, relaxed, and he could take a deep breath, slightly choked:

- Nein... -muttered.

He could not say much more, for the same tentacle into his mouth, playing inside and forcing him to emulate fellatio. Though the tip is introduced directly at the end of the jaw, so that any attempt to bite blocked for the human:

-Do you know? I do not know if trying to convince you to give up... You're even more delicious when you resist.

A member penetrated his anally pushed with more intensity in the area of the prostate, causing the Medic stronger liberate a groan of pleasure. Too exhausted and excited, and was not capable of putting up more resistance, beyond trying to contain the moans, not always successfully. At one point, his mouth was finally released, going to the tentacle around his neck, without hang him:

-Come on, doc, ask for...

The left hand of the mutant stopped to stimulate the penis, and pulled the tentacle inside, just holding him and stroking his body:

-Ask me to do mine until the end. -Whispered, with a lascivious grin, marking even slightly French accent.- Recognize that you want it.

The human forces brought together to frown, looking into his eyes with his jaw tense:

-No... way... -whispered.

The only response, the Spy penetrated him anally again, making him drop a new cry of surprise and pleasure. Continued encouraging him in that area, stroking his body with the other members, four of them still immobilizing the hands and foot doctor. But when he saw that the Medic was coming to the ecstasy eventually returned to remove the tip of his interior, with a mischievous smile:

-I can be like this all night... I don’t think that is good for your health. Ask of me, doc, and I assure we’ll finish with this.

The human body trembled still prey by excitement, and the frustration of not having reached the end. He bit his lower lip, and finally closed his eyes tightly, swallowing:

-I-It's okay...

He felt his arm around his neck moved, and the end grabbed his chin. When he opened his eyes, saw the face of half spy a few inches from him, still smiling:

-Is it okay to do, doctor?

-Do it... -answered, his voice slightly hoarse, frowning.

-Do what? -The smile broadened, clearly amused by the frustration of his prey.

The Medic clenched his jaw, almost bared teeth:

-Make me yours... Until zhe end.

He closed his eyes, ashamed, while the monster let out a mocking laugh:

-Have your reward then...

The whisper was hoarse, prey to the excitement, and suddenly Medic felt hybrid’s tongue invade his mouth, in a lustful kiss. Kiss back soon, overcome with excitement. He felt the creature's hands holding his hips firmly, and soon opened his eyes in surprise as he felt his own member entering a hole in the body of the mutant. Was separated, surprised, and looked down to see who was right in the center from where he left all the tentacles, below. He bit his lower lip, feeling warm, close and damp, and soon the TentaSpy surrounded his body with the rest of its members, even releasing his wrists. One anally penetrate him again, and the Medic released a groan, bending backward. Then began the double penetration, alternating with kisses, licks and gentle bites, and even came a time when the mutant claws dug into the back of the doctor, clawing and making blood:

-More... Don’t dare... stop... -whispered in his ear.

-Not as... my intention... -growled the Germany-You... neither...

He could not speak more. Accelerated the rythm of his hips, being matched by an intense anal penetration. Finally, they both reached orgasm, treating the Medic to extend the process as long as possible. But this ended, and when the TentaSpy finally stepped aside and let go, the Germanic fell back, leaving sitting with knees trembling and gasping:

-I'll come back often, doctor... And you better be ready for more nights like this, because I won’t back to let you get away... neither try to kill me again. For better or for worse, I'm your creation, and I won’t let you rejecting me as mere trash.

A tentacle approached the face of the Medic, raised it in a caress his chin. The man stared back with a sigh, exhausted, and watched the retreating TentaSpy to disappear into the shadows. He tried to sharpen his ear, but could not perceive where he went, or if still there. Finally, he sighed, and couldn’t help a slight smile:

-I’ll waiting for you…