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Blurg huffed out a breath, and Omeluum was so close that they could feel the moisture of it in their own mouth. He chuckled, but it was a strained thing. "I suppose there is nothing that can slip past you, my friend. As observant as always." His head tilted and shifted, and Omeluum realized he was trying to prompt their tentacle to continue stroking his lips. They obliged, shivering when Blurg closed his mouth to plant a kiss there. "You would be correct... I yearn for you. I am... I am highly aroused by you, my friend. Recently...touching you has awoken this untamed desire in me that I cannot reign in, try as I might. I regret it, I fear interfering with the partnership we have because of base desires, and yet...I want you. Intimately. Physically. |
Omeluum lifted their tentacles and looped them around Blurg’s neck, encompassing his head, wriggling through his hair, touching his face and ears. The energy of his brain pulsed under their touch—vibrant, alive, |
Its aroma was made all the more appealing by the fragrance of his overpowering arousal, which briefly stimulated Omeluum’s appetite. They were quick to spurn this wayward thought, however, converting its intent into something else. |
"I know, Blurg. Because I want you, too." |
Blurg inhaled sharply. "You...do?" |
"Intensely," Omeluum answered. "Your arousal is addictive and it has woken my own. You are my most trusted companion, my friend, and the only connection I cherish. Your touch is my greatest comfort and my deepest pleasure." |
"Fuck..." Blurg said in a moan. "I |
Omeluum’s chest rumbled. "Ask...and I’m yours." These were the same words Blurg had mistakenly blurted the first day he tended to Omeluum’s skin. At the time, Omeluum didn’t know that this slip of the tongue had been a subconscious sign of more. Now, those words served them. |
Blurg trembled in their hold. "Please..." he whispered. "Omeluum, please keep touching me." |
The ropes of heat encircling them flared brighter. Omeluum moaned, then did something they’d thought about multiple times during Blurg’s ministrations to their tentacles. They dipped the tip of one into Blurg’s open mouth, immersing it in his heat, relishing the softness of his insides, the warmth of his cheeks, and the undulations of his tongue. Blurg responded with a moan of his own, tongue flicking and exploring the appendage, until his lips closed around it and he |
Omeluum’s mind flashed with the white of pleasure. Their other tentacles writhed. They pressed in deeper, allowing Blurg to pull them in and suckle on the sensitive appendage. Omeluum felt the stimulation of their pores, the mucus already beginning to seep out on their skin. Blurg noticed too, because he moaned and swallowed, as if eager to drink the taste of them. He sucked and Omeluum prodded toward the back of his tongue until Blurg gagged and released them to gasp for air. |
"Fuck, that’s..." Blurg moaned. "That’s even better than I imagined." |
Omeluum chittered at the image this conjured. What |
Blurg been imagining while he rutted against his palm earlier? "Blurg," they asked in their own breathless whisper in his mind, "May I...?" They tapped a tendril on his forehead. "May I enter you?" |
Blurg moaned out a needy, |
that made amusement crinkle at the corners of Omeluum’s eyes. |
, Blurg," they clarified. "May I penetrate your mind." |
Blurg huffed and fidgeted and nodded over and over. "Go ahead. I apologize for locking you out before. I worried...that my feelings would be an inconvenience to you." |
"Not once, in the years we have been colleagues, have you ever been an inconvenience, Blurg." |
Blurg’s gaze settled on theirs, shiny and brimming with emotion. "I am ready, Omeluum. I have nothing to hide. My mind is yours." |
These words sent unwarranted pleasure rolling through Omeluum’s body. This pleasure wasn’t a byproduct of Blurg’s either. It was entirely their own. Because the thought of someone trusting them enough to make such a definitive statement—to |
their mind to them was...there was no greater joy. |
They wrapped their arms and tentacles around Blurg, shifting him so he rested on his back. Now, they began to touch him in earnest, their tendrils snaking, wriggling, exploring every inch of his face, neck, arms, torso, stomach... Occasionally, they brought one back to his mouth, nudging it open and prompting him to suck again. And meanwhile, Omeluum gently, ever-so-softly, pried Blurg’s mind open. |
There was no real reason for the tenderness. They could have entered his mind quickly and engulfed it in their mental grasp without alarming Blurg too much, but... As the delicate touches of Omeluum’s tentacles on Blurg’s skin were akin to foreplay for him, so too was the careful entry into his mind foreplay to Omeluum. It was like the careful task of gently opening the shell of a live clam to retrieve the glorious pearl hiding inside, without disturbing or harming it. Omeluum wanted to savor the slow push, the tingling sensation of Blurg’s thoughts unraveling around them like strands of spider silk. They wanted to be wrapped up in his mind, feel it merge with their own so seamlessly that the lines between them blurred into obscurity. They wanted to be completely and wholly mentally merged with him, in a way they had never been before. In the most intimate union an illithid could ever experience. |
Like all illithids, Omeluum was sensitive and blinded by sunlight, but if they had to describe the feeling of Blurg’s thoughts and memories opening up to them, then... They would liken it to emerging from the underdark in the softness of spring. Stepping out into a world of color and blossoming things, swaying things, singing things. It was stimulating, perhaps overly so, because Omeluum wanted to study every leaf, insect, and flower. They wanted to live forever in this patch of springtime, researching, indulging, enjoying his mind until the world ceased to exist. |
They sank into the depthless pool that was Blurg’s pleasure, feeling it resonate through their own mind, fed back to them and returned with their own pleasure. The infinite loop of building desire left both of them frozen for several moments, trembling and moaning as they finally felt the extent of one another’s longing. |
"You do want me," Blurg breathed. "Omeluum, you...this feels like... I didn’t know you felt so strongly." |
Only about you, |
they thought, but their thoughts were now so interwoven with Blurg’s that it was communicated anyway. |
Blurg sighed with contentment, then reached up suddenly, gripping the bases of two of Omeluum’s tentacles and pulling them down to him. Omeluum purred in ecstasy at the sensation of his hot hands squeezing their tentacles as he sometimes did during his blissful massages. |
Gods, their moans... |
I could cum just listening to them. |
His memories unfolded in crystalline detail. A collection of clips of Omeluum moaning, rumbling, and... |
Yes, Blurg considered it purring. He held these memories tightly, kept them sharp and polished by his lust. He revisited them over and over and, in fact, had used them to fuel his masturbatory sessions before. Though, he hadn’t been caught before now, since he typically held out until he was alone for bathing, far enough from Omeluum to keep his feelings mostly hidden. |
Memories of Blurg expelling spend into his hands or on his stomach as he fantasized about Omeluum’s moans played out between them. |
"I see," Omeluum said with a shuddering moan that they both felt echoing in their minds. " |
was the catalyst. The first time you applied the serum and heard my contented reactions. It sparked your arousal." |
Blurg’s response came by way of fantasies. Memories changed to their similarly shaded imaginative wanderings. He fantasized about licking Omeluum’s tentacles, sucking and tugging on them until Omeluum’s moans were loud and desperate. Until they shook with pleasure and...came? Blurg didn’t know if illithids could climax, but he imagined they did. He imagined |
did. He wondered at their anatomy, imagined being held down by their body and rutting his cock against their slippery skin until it was coated in their slime. He imagined being held, being choked, being fondled, being penetrated by their tentacles. He couldn’t decide if he preferred imagining them with genitalia or not—wondering what he would prefer if they did. The conclusion was that it didn’t matter. Blurg wanted them. All of them. Exactly as they were. |
Omeluum cast their amusement and approval into Blurg’s mind. "Your curious mind is my greatest treasure," they said. "And the sweetest delicacy." |
It wasn’t intentional. They didn’t mean to communicate the hunger they sometimes felt when presented with the wonder that was Blurg’s brain. Yet, they knew he could sense their appetite, the way the tongue of their thoughts flicked into the crevices of Blurg’s delectable mind. |
"I would never," Omeluum communicated clearly. "You know that I would never." |
"I know," Blurg said aloud. "It feels like a compliment, actually. I must impress you greatly for you to salivate at the thought of my brain. But...I trust you, Omeluum." That trust shone brightly between their threaded minds. It was unquestionable. A statement of fact. Unbreakable. Blurg didn’t just believe that Omeluum would never feast on him, he |
What manner of creature could trust a mind flayer so implicitly? What Toril gods had Omeluum impressed to deserve such a blessing? |
Blurg stroked Omeluum’s tentacles softly, then pressed a kiss right at the inner base of two tentacles, against the outside of their mouth. It was as close as they could get to an actual kiss. Any deeper and Blurg would be mouthing at their teeth. Although...the thought of wrapping their tentacles around his head and holding him there while he licked between their rows of teeth was... |
"You have fantasies too, hmm?" Blurg asked. He kissed them again, then lifted his head off the pillow as if he intended to fulfill this wish, but Omeluum barred him access with a tentacle. |
"I do not yet know if it is safe for you," Omeluum warned. "The properties of my saliva may be dangerous. Let us save such things for another night." |
They’ll want this again. They’re planning for it. |
"Yes," Omeluum confirmed. "There is much to learn. Remember? Touching someone is always a learning experience, Blurg." They used his own words again with teasing amusement, leaving Blurg speechless and... |
At last, unable to refrain any longer, they pushed the blanket off Blurg’s lower half with their hand, then moved. Spreading his legs came with minimal effort. They only needed to remove the underwear that were already bunched down on his thighs from his hasty masturbation session. |
They felt Blurg’s embarrassment rise again. |
I can’t believe they caught me. And when I was so close... |
He recalls it—untying his underwear and pushing them down in a hurry, rolling onto his stomach, pinning his palm beneath his cock and grinding against it as slowly and quietly as he could. |
"Quite the intriguing image," Omeluum mused playfully. They waved their hand, using a wave of telekinesis to remove the undergarment completely, and then to spread Blurg’s legs wide enough for them to settle between them. |
Blurg enjoyed being handled via telekinesis. Pleasure spiked again, making them both moan. |
"Intriguing," Omeluum repeated. "Something else to explore later." |
Blurg shivered, anticipation echoing from his mind into Omeluum’s as their tentacles dragged slowly down his stomach. He envisioned them wrapping around his crimson cock, squeezing and pumping it, coating it with their mucus. But Omeluum’s intentions resounded back. They did not intend to give him satisfaction quite so easily. |
Omeluum’s tentacles teasingly drew patterns on his lower stomach, small circles on his hip bones, delicate lines on the sensitive inner region below his hips. They curled around his thighs, restricted the muscle tightly and earning a shuddering moan. Omeluum studied his erection with profound interest. Red with a plum-colored head, thick, the tip wet with precum. It twitched with anticipation, smearing fluid on his dark curls. |
Ordinarily, Omeluum had no interest in sexual pleasures. Illithids didn’t experience any physiological need for them. They did not procreate with other illithids, thus had no biological drive built into them to spread their seed. They had evolved beyond the limitations of such things. The instinct simply did not exist. |
Not until...not |
they were exposed to the sexual yearnings of another sentient mind. Only through exposure did an ancient, primal, and rather useless instinct rouse from slumber. Perhaps it was a flaw of evolution that had not yet been bred out. Or, some theorized, that perhaps it was ingrained in the memories of their host and the lingering personality left behind. Whatever the reason, Omeluum was pleased by it. |
Blurg’s arousal activated Omeluum’s, and for the first time in their memory as an illithid, they felt intense sexual drive, the flare of hormones, the physical attraction and excitement that came with examining their lover’s body for the first time. |
"That was a lot of thinking to come to the conclusion that you like my cock," Blurg pointed out with a low chuckle. |
Omeluum’s eyes squinted in a smile. "I do," they replied seriously. "I am eager to experiment with it." |
Blurg shuddered, and Omeluum focused their attention back down. They ignored Blurg’s insistent mind begging them to curl around his erection. Instead, they continued to stroke and tease. From his knees, all the way up his inner thighs until the tips of their tentacles |
brushed his balls, but never quite. Torturously slow teasing, ensuring that every centimeter of carmine skin was coated in a thin layer of Omeluum’s mucus. This act brought them an inordinate amount of |
. No other illithid had bathed him in their scent, claimed him as theirs. |
It had been a long time since Omeluum was in a colony, and they broke free before ever coming close to the assignment of a thrall. But they recalled bits of information from the collective—the knowledge that other mind flayers sometimes did this to mark their thralls as their property, lest anyone else get peckish. |
Blurg was no thrall, of course. Yet, Omeluum felt the instinct to coat him in their scent anyway. |
Blurg’s mind pulsed with sunny happiness. It lit between them, strengthened by their connection. His mind sang melodious, joyous notes as he thought, |
You want me to be yours. I assure you, Omeluum. I have been for a long time. |
Omeluum felt their own joy brightening the glow around their intertwined minds. They sighed contentedly, then finally snaked one tentacle around the base of Blurg’s erection. |
Joy magnified pleasure, and pleasure magnified joy. They were lost in it, both experiencing the expanse of double, quadruple the pleasure. Omeluum’s tentacle coiled and climbed Blurg’s cock until it swept over the damp tip. Another tentacle wrapped around his balls, fondling and squeezing them in perfect accordance with what Blurg liked. The other two dipped lower, spreading him open so they could slip against and prod experimentally at his clenched rim. |
Blurg’s abdomen tighten as if it was their own. They felt the desperate burn of arousal, the throbbing of his cock, the urgency of an impending orgasm, but also the panic of climaxing too early before he had gotten to appreciate everything Omeluum had to offer. |
Omeluum caught him before he could pass that precipice, however. Their tentacle squeezed tightly around the base of his cock, and they issued a psionic command to the raging pleasure center of Blurg’s brain. |
Blurg whimpered and his muscles instantly relaxed. He chuckled after a few minutes, quietly. "You could edge me forever, couldn’t you?" |
"With ease," they answered, beginning to stroke his cock again. Though, this wasn’t their intention tonight. They simply wanted to buy a little more time for the two of them to remain in this state of connected bliss. |
Their attention turned fully back to their task, tentacles working Blurg’s body. The tip of one slicked his rim again, before gently pressing inside. They could sense how this felt to Blurg, how the pleasure differed from what he felt in his erection, but just as overpowering. They expressed their own pleasure at the tight, hot feeling of his walls clenching around them. |
It took several minutes of gentle exploration, the softest thrusts and slickness, before Omeluum’s tentacle filled him fully. From here, they could stretch him, writhe inside of him, and rub purposely against the spot that made his body ache with molten pleasure. |
The pleasure between them continued to rise and expand. The ropes of sharp heat looped infinitely around them, wrapping them in a cocoon where nothing existed but their connection. |
Connection. Far better than I could ever get from a colony. |
"Omeluum?" Blurg whispered. The unspoken question resonated in their link, and Omeluum responded in the affirmative, silently and mentally. So, Blurg lifted his hands and tenderly placed them on Omeluum’s head. |
His touch on the only part of Omeluum’s body more sensitive than their tentacles elicited a deep-throated moan. Omeluum froze, their body and mind stricken by a surge of overwhelming emotion. Pleasure, of course. An explosion of it, because Blurg’s warm hands felt better than anything else, and Omeluum could feel the pulse of their own brain against his palms. But there was something else, too. Something... |
They had no word for the feeling. It was the shocking realization that their |
was in someone’s hands. The most important aspect of an illithid. The house of their power, their potential, their personality. Everything that defined a mind flayer was in Blurg’s grasp. And if Blurg wanted to...it would only take one squeeze. Not even a powerful one. A single application of pressure between his hands and Blurg could end them—every thought. And Omeluum would lose |
With no shared library of other illithids to share their years of research and experiences with, it would all be lost. Omeluum and their legacy would simply...cease. |
But, the alarming part of it was...Omeluum fully trusted the hands they were in. They were surrendering every ounce of power they had, giving it |
to Blurg, and they knew...they were safe to do so. Not just because Blurg’s mind showed no signs of ill intent, but because they knew it was simply beyond his capacity. He was not the type of person to ever even imagine such a thing. And toward Omeluum? No. Blurg felt nothing but admiration, acceptance, awe, and... |
"I love you," Blurg said suddenly. "Sorry. I had to say it before you realized it." |
Blurg stroked their head with his fingertips and absolute tenderness. "I would never hurt you, Omeluum. And...you’re not alone. I can feel it now...the emptiness you sometimes feel outside of a colony. But I’m here. There is not a single thought of yours that I won’t immortalize. I will write down every word, every discovery, and if something |
happen to you, then...I would carry on your research in your name. There is no future in Faerun where your legacy doesn’t carry on. You are not alone, you have your connection, your colony, right here. Feel me." |
Omeluum closed their eyes. That feeling washed over them with the strength of an ocean. Bliss that far exceeded anything they had ever experienced, helplessness, trust, utter and complete connection of the most intimate kind. |
For the first time in their entire life as an illithid, Omeluum stopped thinking. Their mind drifted on this sea of emotion, detached, enveloped, |
They curled two tentacles around Blurg’s cock and stroked with fervor. The other two plunged inside of him, punching a cry of pleasure from his lungs. |
Deeper, faster, harder, more. |
They clung to his pleasure and their own as the combined sensation rose higher and higher. Their minds wrapped around each other in an embrace, their unity filled every inch of space in their brains and bodies. Their moans, mental and verbal, were a loud melody, sweeter than any myconid chorus could ever hope to be. |
Blurg caressed their head, despite the trembling desire of his fingers to dig into something. Omeluum felt similarly. Their claws dug into the bed and kneaded there. They were completely powerless to the swell of pleasure now. No force, mental or physical, could stop the two of them from reaching that peak together, as one, |
It came with the force of a mind blast. A shattering burst of pleasure. It erupted in a white hot flash, the climax ricocheting between them, empowered with each return. The borders between mental and physical pleasure were washed away like sand, until it was all just |
pleasure. Shared. Returned. Given. Connected. |
It took an immeasurable amount of time before Omeluum was willing to unwind their bodies—longer to unwind their minds. They slowly pulled their tentacles from inside of Blurg, making them both shudder at the sensitivity. They released their grip on his now softening cock, taking a moment to run a tendril through the sticky substance spattered over his stomach and chest. Then, they lovingly pet his body, everywhere they could, chest rumbling with contentment and satisfaction. Blurg massaged their tentacles softly, each squeeze a small reminder, a small statement of adoration. |
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