Sleep Play
This was a pure black room. Moving tentacles laid and wound around, mingling together, wrapping around the deeply sleeping person tight, and also used a pose like a lifting cradle, and held the person inside it.
Chi Yu looked to be completely asleep already- his clothes long already disappeared, the bare body emerged with a kind of healthy tone, while the tentacles surrounding him were pitch black and carried a continuously emerging change in the skin—— this kind of situation made everything seem strange, and yet, this kind of hazy strange feeling was the only abnormality not worth a mention the most in this room.
An ominous black viscous liquid like the magical medicine of a witch's cauldron came up with bubbles one after another, and then, many people probed out from within. They had the same appearance, and was also born from the same place. Humans were always this insignificant, even if a god were to turn into an appearance of a human, and come to ask for his sole lover's love, this was merely a created body. He even did not create a human's organs, and towards the human body, that sole sliver of consciousness that came down to this Prussian blue planet did not completely understand it either, or perhaps it should be said, this god was only pursuing with his conscience—— his conscience had him chase after his love that left, and so he would do things like this, however right now, His lover, His only true lullaby, was peacefully sleeping within a portion of Himself.
The tentacles surrounding Chi Yu slowly slid around, and wrapped over the base of the thighs. The tentacles wrapped over beneath armpits that lifted the two arms upwards did not dare to use too much strength, because their lover's body was also that frail, however, in the end, he was sleeping.
This scary, wild beast wearing a muzzle and was restrained in leather, this existence unable to resist, removed his own disguise.
At this time, the master did not know- this dog that looked to be tamed could remove the muzzle and struggle out from the leather itself, or perhaps it should be said, when he carefully passed by where the wild beast was, when he thought he was very carefully collecting those things that were not worth a mention or expensive of His.
He was even worried, he heard a crude breath, he felt a kind of fearful air.
However, how would he know.
Once he entered that territory, he would see that dog, then He would watch him while gasping for breath, then rub His thick penis by his legs. Underneath that shaking and fearful stately outer appearance, was a kind of thirsting breath, a kind of hard-to-bear begging, or perhaps, a kind of madness hidden in another layer.
There would be bound to be a day when He loses control, and before that day, if this lover who suddenly left did not return to His side, He would turn even more insane. He would want to open that pair of "eyes" hidden in the nonexistent palace connected by a corridor in the middle of the universe, then He would wake up, making this genuine dream break apart, as the lengthy and vast outer space was merely a dream.
Only because His lover allowed Him to go crazy.
However, everything was very different from this. Even though that many outer shells were not noticed by him, fortunately, there was finally one that drew in His lover's attention.
He thought all He could of ways to appear by his side, and that day, He felt that he looked at Him.
This was an extremely peculiar sensation.
He used another strange identity to be together with him, but many eras ago, when He saw the other person for the first time, He was still a merely created slave...
However, this portion of consciousness did not understand humans enough, creating many regrets.
Fortunately, this enormous operation that on the surface was a human's survival game that was actually merely giving that gigantic consciousness of His dreams, immersed each portion of His consciousness within them, using blood, using fear, using cowardice, using insignificance, using struggle, using resourcefulness...
As long as it drew Him in, and allowed His consciousness to be satisfied, or perhaps immerse itself into it——for this goal, His consciousness would also have different identities in each dream, and along with the immersion of the consciousness, the either many or few would emerge with different behaviours- sometimes, He would clearly understand He was the controller of the game, but sometimes, He would also really believe he was a member of the dream. His consciousness was this chaotic. Sometimes, He could be intimate, sometimes, He would also be violent, but most times, when He looked the bunch of organisms even more insignificant than ants, there would always be a bit of indifference.
Perhaps the existences that used such effort to create the dreams did not think that the prediction of the dreams being harder and harder to draw Him in in their calculations would not appear at all either.
They did not understand, why would He be even more immersed into the dreams, before, He was even very angry, and was pretty much going to wake up...
But after this time, they would understand the new way to play the game.
No matter what, as long as it could draw Him in, then anything was possible.
And right now, in the dream, He was no longer just as courteous and gentlemanly like He was on that planet—— it could even be said, he appeared pure and adorable.
Many more figures climbed out from the black liquid. Bodies even more perfect than statues, faces engraved with hopes of drawing in a lover's gaze from a god's understanding, as well as inky green eyes, He was mad and fervent, one was not enough, there needed to be many, many of Him, hugging him, kissing him, wrapping around him, having intercourse with him, like consciousnesses and souls clashing together, their physical bodies need to entangle with each other, never to be apart, and for this, He was willing to slumber in the endless time, but it was not correct to say this- after all, He stood at the end of the universe, the end of time, only souls that have walked from life to death could pass by. These souls would enter a new cycle of reincarnation, or be caught, enticing them to give do their best to put on a "performance" for Him with the condition of "living on".
Based on this, perhaps we should say, He was willing to sleep endlessly, but how could time restrict a god? [Time] was to a deity, like how a protractor and ruler was to us.
And the love He wanted from His lover, to love, to climax because of Him, and on the other hand... if they were to cry, to tremble, to be incontinent because of Him... He would also….
Be abnormally excited too.
This was a complete and thoroughly mad dog, He loyally and fervently offered His love, and also unrestrictedly offered His madness and twistedness.
The salivating tongue licked the light pink tip of the nipple, however, there wasn't only one [tongue], thus, other places were also licked. The suppressed kisses over the limbs on the human figure was still considered restrained, but when lowering the head and extending the tongue into that reddened and folded opening, they practically also emerged with a maniacal starvation too.
Tentacles and tongues reached into the originally shut oral cavity together, the tongue scraped over the sensitive upper jaw, while the tentacles stroked over the teeth, kissing each part of the mucous membrane. The sleeping person sort of couldn't take it, the meticulous and terrifying pleasure made the person shake, while the brain surged over with waves of numbing electrical currents, he could not take it anymore.
Thus, the corner of the eyes seemed to spread with a bit of water, the brows slightly wrinkled, and the face also emerged with a flush red colour. The entire body was being licked, no matter if it was the tentacles climbing around or the tongue licking or the lips sucking, while petal-like dark-red-coloured kiss marks fell down continuously, it was an inconcealable erotic portrait. The auricles scorched and got itchy, and was held in the mouth and licked, yet he didn't even have any way to struggle. No matter how he struggled his head and limbs, those pleasures that made one so comfortable they were about to moan and uncontrollably urinate were about to catch up to him.
Yet the lower half of the body already started shaking.
That place that was originally incomparably soft and sensitive, was inserted with a tongue. A human's tongue was naturally unable to be too long, however, He could [make it]. This tongue entered a very deep place, propping open the fertile, water-rich interior of the creases, and in this overlapping intestinal tract, He merely moved the tip of the tongue bit, and heard an unbearable, hoarse moan full of vapour, but because the oral cavity was being violated, when the sound was made, it was already completely shattered into oblivion.
But many stems of flesh hardened due to this.
The tentacles wrapped over his arms, tightening, restricting, then lifting them high over the head, and then, used the head of the feelers to bore into the half-closed palm, viscously licking over the gaps of the person's finger and the skin of the palm, as though calling out to the other person to intimately grab it, while the tongue in the back hole started licking without restriction. The tip of the tongue scraped over that sensitive interior- when it was being thrusted by a stem of flesh, this intestinal tract couldn't even take it, let alone like this when being directly licked. It was to the point that that pitiful prostate, when powerfully pressed and violated by the entering and exiting tongue, a pleasure that made people feel so good that both eyes would roll back suddenly assaulted Chi Yu's brain. His lashes shook and the throat let out a whimpering moan, but the thing inside the mouth did not go out, still licking around his oral cavity- this made saliva flow all over, dampening the corner of his lips and chin, and because of the lifted head pose, even the cheeks were flowing with damp streaks of water, they slid down along the neck, erotically flowing by the collarbone and chest.
Chi Yu's tongue already turned numb from the licking and sucking, and was practically unable to take it back. The penis on the lower half of the body curved up very high, and as the body's owner struggled, prostate fluid dripping out from the glans flung all over, but very soon, a thick tentacle carefully swallowed it inside. This stem of flesh that originally was the sole one that evaded from being played with could not escape from disaster, got stimulated from the sucking of the tentacle's tender interior, and was pretty much immediately about to surrender its weapon.
This already could not be called a slight pleasure.
These pleasures made Chi Yu get so stimulated he was erect in his dreams, while his brain pretty much went blank, and could only passively take in the pleasure. The itchy and numbing pleasure made him about to wake up a few times, and right at this time, the tongue inside the back hole also pulled out.
Not slowly pull out, but rapidly pull, making the back hole that originally was accustomed to being licked and rhythmically get entered by the tongue immediately take on a sudden stimulation. The back hole from the outside to the inside still retained the appearance of being thrusted by the tongue, while the bright red and damp interior instead sprayed out with a transparent erotic fluid with the naked eye.
The tentacle wrapped over the penis suddenly made a few swallowing motions.
Chi Yu completely climaxed and ejaculated from the stimulation of the back hole, while his back hole also squirted as well. Chi Yu's eyes rolled up, and the overly stimulating pleasure made his eye sockets turn red, with tears flowing down. He had already ejaculated, but the tentacle covering over the penis was still sucking. Chi Yu was played with so much his stem of flesh ached and numbed, and practically could not control any muscles.
—— D-don't- don't suck...
He was forced to raise his head and kissed, could not even resist a single bit, and forcefully got violated to the point he woke up from the climax, while on the lower half of the body...
A scary cock growing with tumours on the stem suddenly ploughed into the back hole with the anus still intermittently twitching and dripping down with erotic water.
Chi Yu struggled, but all that he let out turned into moans and cries. The full and mellow buttocks were pressed into the warm bed the tentacles formed, while a fairly big pouch would abruptly strike his fair and pinkish buttocks along with the penetration, turning this area red, making the numbing pleasure take over even the buttocks.
While at the front of the body...
Along with this fierce and extreme stimulation, that muscle of Chi Yu's that pretty much lost all use practically could not hold in urine, and he was thrust so much he uncontrollably urinated.
—— Do-don't thrust anymore... to-too much... I'll break, don't suck, aches so much, so numb... already, already climaxed too much, I really will... don't suck the chest... it-it's going to break...
Chi Yu's eyes gradually lost focus, and when the invaders in the mouth came out, his tongue was still stuck outside.
In his final moment of consciousness, he was pressed down by Gu Wen Qiao, the very present stick of flesh in the back hole penetrated his hole into utter defeat, only able to squirt water and twitch.
D-don't be like this, why are you still... uwa... feels so good... I'm-I'm sorry but... ue!
Al-already have no face to see the Gu Wen Qiao in reality...because... because doing it like this in the game... ngah, wu! Feels so good... probably could've clearly rejected it... he will be angry that I- I fantasized about him like this... and no-not pay attention to me... but... e-eh, can that place b-be thrust like this... wait a minute... why again, so many... wuuuuuuu... it really alre-already broke...
That was a mad dog.
But very many generations ago, when each Elder God each represented a principle and law, this being who was unlike the rest looked upon this created mad dog that was made to be a slave.
He put on a muzzle for him, gave him restraints, and allowed this dog to lick his hands by his feet.
He watched this dog lick over each of his fingers.
—— How cute.
He, from the bottom of his heart, liked this cute mad dog.
Thus, he used his hand to stroke over the other party's head.
If one were to use a human's words to describe it, it would probably be like this.
He lowered his head to look at the dog, slightly tilted his head, then asked with a smile, "Woof woof?"
The dog's gaze was muddled, he only has the most primitive and chaotic of wickedness, but he certainly, to a certain degree, was thoroughly simple.
The dog answered, "Woof woof!"
But you should ask who he is.
This identity was very hard to talk about, because countless myths all had his shadows in them.
But if one were to say from a non-general perspective, it would be like this.
He is His dream, is Love and Lust's Aphrodite, is Mana's drummer, that flutist beside Azathoth.