Inescapable

Erotic short. A human and an elf fall into a tentacle trap.

An elf makes the poor decision of doing a magical escape room with a human he doesn’t know too well. They both fall into a trap, but at least it feels good.

Featuring tentacle monsters, oviposition, belly bulging and inflation, overstimulation, multiple penetration, some body horror.

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Room X was a bit like an escape room, except that it was more than that. It was a bit like a livestream of someone doing an escape room, except it was more than that, too. It was a bit like a sex show — except for when it wasn’t. It was puzzles and problem-solving, or it wasn’t.

Room X was a side-wing of the Maetis Breeding Facility, where in exchange for a fee, you might carry some eggs or pregnancies, or withstand someone or something’s rut — they bred different creatures and monsters, that sort of thing. Aegon knew people who did it a lot, knew some people who made a lot of money out of it.

Room X wasn’t the same thing, exactly.

You might get bred, or fucked, impregnated, but that was part of the gamble, almost — going through the rooms, you’d solve puzzles to try to avoid it, and you’d win prizes at the end. Vouchers, cash, bragging rights — there was a leaderboard, even. People logged in to watch online, placed bets, wanked over it.

Aegon was normally pretty fucking good at it, had done five or six so far and never even been touched below the belt, but he’d never partnered with Cav before, and Gods bless him, but Cav was a fucking moron.

“Don’t touch anything,” Aegon said as they entered the final room, looking up at the writing scrawled on the wall, carved into a wax tablet. “Just — Stay still.”

“I’m not touching anything,” said Cav, which might have been true, but he definitely wasn’t staying still. Aegon scanned through the text, which seemed to be made up of letters in a language he didn’t recognise. “Hey, are these eggs?”

“Could be,” said Aegon distractedly. “Just don’t — ”

“Fuck,” hissed Cav as he pulled his hand away from one of the dark silver pods, which was releasing a cloud of the same silvery steam as it opened, and Aegon ran over to pull him back. As he caught the human around the waist, Cav was already dizzily crumpling toward the floor, and Aegon grunted as he saw tentacles sliding out of the first of the pods.

It looked like molten metal, it moved so smoothly and so slickly, shining in the light, and Aegon tried to crawl away, but he felt weak and dizzy too even before more of the pods began to open up.

“Fuck’s sake,” Aegon groaned, thinking about the loss of his streak and what it would mean for his winnings the next time he did this, focusing all his strength into his arms and forcing them to move, bit by bit. In the tiniest increments, he worked his way across the tiled floor, away from the masses of silver tentacles swarming out from their shells, which were reaching for Cav, wrapping around his legs, his arms, his middle.

By the time Aegon was against the other side of the room, what felt like hours later, he was breathing a bit easier, his head and his limbs not feeling quite so heavy — Cav was on his back, sprawled over the top of two of the egg-like pods, his thighs spread.

Aegon could see the tentacles sliding into him, wrapping around and around his thighs, could see the sound as he choked on the ones sliding down his throat. They were coiling and shifting, light shining off the slick surface of their wet skins, and Aegon swallowed as he saw them begin to swell and pulse and bulge — pumping.

Cav’s wail of pleasure-pain was muffled as the first of the eggs started to pump into him, bulging out his throat and at the same time being crammed into his arse, into his guts. His cock was standing up and hard, wet at the head and dripping, and another of the tentacles had wrapped around it, squeezing it.

Aegon looked back to the tablet on the wall, wishing he had a notebook to note down the letters, to try to make sense of their code, what exactly they represented. He scanned through them, line by line, but the more he read them through, the more he thought that maybe they weren’t letters at all — each of them showed lines within an invisible four-edged grid, like a maze.

They were repeating, the grid sequences, repeating, yes, yes, they lined up to show you exactly how to make your way out, he just had to —

“Fuck,” Aegon hissed as a tentacle suddenly tightened around his ankle, dragging him across the floor and closer to where Cav was spread out. There was a hot and heady flush on his skin even without the spray the tentacles were pouring over him, a spray that made his clothes melt away and made his skin tingle all over. His cunt was suddenly so wet he was sure he must be dripping, his head spinning.

Cav was whimpering softly, twitching, and Aegon stared at his swollen stomach, at all the eggs stuffed inside it — Cav could easily be nine months pregnant with a belly like that, but Aegon could see too the texture of the eggs stuffed tight inside him, could see where the flesh of his belly was pushed out taut by them. He looked like a cloth bag filled up with dice, and his hard cock was dribbling with pre.

Aegon was shoved closer on his hands and knees as the tentacles lined up to shove into his holes at once, piercing his ass and his cunt in one sudden motion, and fuck, fuck, but for all he was losing his streak today, there was a reason he didn’t mind taking the risk.

It felt fucking good.

His head spun at the fierce stretch of it, of one thicker, slick tentacle sliding deep within his arse as two more split his cunt open, forced their way inside and just slid deeper, deeper —

Aegon choked, pressing his palms hard into the cool floor beneath him as he felt the strange pinch inside him, the pressure and then the sudden overpowering punch as one of the tentacles shoved its way past his cervix and right into his womb. There was sweat dripping off him, and he moaned as he felt the bulge at the entrance to his cunt, one of the eggs sliding up inside him; at the same time, the tentacle in his arse started pumping a fresh clutch in him from that end.

The tentacles had some sort of aphrodisiac on them, and he could feel it radiating out from his cunt and his arse as more of the eggs were pumped inside him — he could feel his guts shifting as egg after egg was pushed into him, could feel the clutch gathering in his womb, bulging out his belly underneath him.

It didn’t feel like enough, and he looked at Cav right in front of him, at the several tentacles buried in his arse, almost wrestling with each other to push their way in, listened to the choke and gulp as Cav swallowed around the one in his throat.

He cast his gaze around, looking for a tentacle that was free, wanted to feel it for himself, feel the bulge in his own neck, the sudden swell over his tongue, the bliss of a gag he couldn’t get away from, the dizziness, the tears it would force onto his cheeks.

Scrambling clumsily forward, he bowed his head and sucked Cav’s cock into his mouth, and Cav howled with new pleasure, his thighs spreading wider apart. He had to be careful bowing his head to take Cav’s cock into his mouth to keep from shoving his face directly into Cav’s huge, swollen belly, could see each fist-sized bulge of the soft eggs filling him up.

The tentacle wrapped around Cav’s cock took advantage of its new position, and Aegon choked as it pushed its way down the length of his neck, down his oesophagus and straight into his stomach where he could feel the strange, almost-painful invasion of it.

It didn’t wait to start dropping new eggs into him, and Cav was nearly screaming as one of the soft eggs was pushed alongside the shaft of his prick as it forced Aegon’s lips further apart, bulging out his cheeks before it was dropped down his throat. The tentacle wouldn’t let him pull back, still knotted around the base of Cav’s cock and now keeping him fastened here like a bead on a string, and Aegon squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the hot tears on his skin as he felt egg after egg push into him from every side, down his throat, into his arse, into his cunt.

He couldn’t bow his head to look, not with Cav’s prick down his throat and the tentacle keeping him threaded here at the same time, but he could feel his belly bulging impossibly, feel the flesh stretching and shifting as the weight of the eggs dragged it down.

Cav came, and the salty bitterness of his come was watered down by the tingling tastelessness of the monstrous tentacle, and Aegon would be lying if he didn’t feel a bit of satisfaction at the overstimulated keening whimpers that came afterwards, as Cav’s cock couldn’t soften with the tentacle ringing its base, kept buried in Aegon’s mouth and dragging over his tongue, eggs pressing past it on their way down his throat.

That was what he fucking got for getting them into this mess.

Aegon’s belly was so weighted down, stretched with the eggs inside him, that it touched the floor, and he shuddered, his own cock throbbing, his cunt clenching around the too-many tentacles piercing him open.

He had to turn his head to keep Cav’s belly from forcing his head back as it spread out more, and he wondered when the tentacles would show signs of stopping, because it didn’t seem like it was coming soon.

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The tentacles stopped in Cav maybe thirty or forty minutes before they stopped pumping eggs into Aegon — by the time they actually stopped, he was so full of eggs, his belly so swollen and full, that none of the rest of his body could touch the floor.

After coming so many times in a row passing the eggs he thought he would go blind, Aegon won a prize for it — most eggs taken by a patron in one month.

His streak wasn’t broken after all.