Kinktober Day 7: Oviposition 

Overwatch, reaper76.  The return of Gorgon Gabe!  Part 2 of this. Bonus kinks for monsterfucking, bondage, sensory deprivation

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Jack has met monsters before.  By and large, he finds them at least as agreeable as humans.  He doesn’t exactly make a habit of having sex with them, but he’s not complaining.  So maybe it’s a bit weird.  Scratch that, it’s pretty damn weird, but he’s had little enough to do with normality for long enough that he finds it doesn’t bother him so much.  Gabriel is beautiful.  Extremely competent. Interesting.  

He talks with Jack as they travel.  Tells him stories about the place they’re in, the landscape, the history.  He asks Jack in turn for news of the realm and stories of his travels.  They hunt for dinner together. Gabriel is a big old creature, but he doesn’t feed primarily on meat, so a single coney or grouse and some grain from Jack’s rations each evening is enough to feed them both.

He lights their campfires with a snap of his fingers, sparks of magic shedding off the gesture to kindle in the dry wood, and sometimes he sings to plants they find, brown and shriveled with the cold, to coax shoots of green from them to add to Jack’s dinner or his little hoard of medicines. Each time, Jack watches the magic closely, fascinated by the unique relationship it seems to establish between Gabriel and the world around him.

Gabriel says they have four nights, maybe five depending on the weather, before they reach the far side of the pass.  Being in this place, this little journey within a journey, feels like suspended time.  There’s nothing else for him to do, or worry about, nothing he can accomplish aside from making the trip as quickly as possible.  For this interlude, the world and all its cares, all the things that normally weigh on him, fall away and all that’s left are him and Gabriel.

If he’s ever been this at peace in his life, he’s forgotten it.

That night, when they settle in, it doesn’t happen the way Gabriel expected it to go. It’s…intimate.

Jack takes it slow.  Savors the sensation of Gabriel’s dick moving inside him.  The press of living bodies together.  He leans forward against Gabriel, chest to chest, and runs his cheek along Gabriel’s collarbone.  Mouths up the side of his neck. Catches him with palms on either side of his jaw to kiss him.  Gabriel’s breath catches in his throat.  Jack’s mood is turned inwards, soft but hazy, as if even he is wondering about what he’s feeling, but mixed with building arousal is a shimmer of yearning for something that feels far more distant.

With his hands free, Jack can finally trace those little wiggly kissy-tendrils.  Gabriel laughs at the surprise on his face when the little snaky things twine happily around his hands and fingers.  They don’t want to let him go, doing their best to keep his hands buried in Gabriel’s hair.

It’s a long slow fuck, and Jack sinks into it, mind and body. Gabriel pulls him closer, feeling an urge to shelter him when he seems unable to do it himself.  Jack curls up against his chest and lets himself be held.

It spooks Gabriel a little.  He’s dealt with a lot of people, but he’s never experienced an emotion like whatever Jack’s having now.  He settles Jack in his coils and holds him. Pets him with long, broad strokes from the nape of his neck down along his spine, that reverberate in Jack’s emotions as if Gabriel’s touching him more deeply than his skin.

They fall asleep like that: Jack snuggled against Gabe’s chest, breathing softly against his shoulder, filled with him, with Gabe’s arms wrapped around his back holding him close.

He grumbles at Gabriel the next day when they get on the move because his ass is sore. Gabe teases him. Flirts with him, touches him, stays near.  Helps Jack with obstacles.  Jack shoots him a suspicious look over the chivalry.

“That better not be pity.”

Gabriel laughs.

It hasn’t taken him long to realize that he doesn’t want to let Jack go. Gabriel likes him. Jack is good company. Gabriel doesn’t often bother to associate much with the travelers who come through his pass. He’s not much for crowds, for one, and often it’s merchants or mercenaries or other such groups who bear little allure for him.

Emotions provide Gabriel with much of his sustenance, but they also provide him with a great deal of information about people.  Often it’s not flattering.  But the combination he finds in Jack, of fear and courage, loneliness and determination, the struggle between his anxiety over his vulnerability and his craving to fall into it…that is compelling.

And Jack finds Gabriel trustworthy enough let himself fall and have faith that Gabriel will catch him.  Gabriel’s kind are relatively solitary, but maybe he’d been a bit lonelier than he thought.

Gabriel made a deal, though.  Jack is intent on his task, and Gabriel won’t hold him against his will.

But he can plan for after.

“We’ll reach the edge of the pass tomorrow,” Gabriel tells Jack that night as he runs his hands over those glorious shoulders.  Jack has his head thrown back in pleasure.  He’s straddling Gabriel’s tail, held tight and unable to do more than rock his hips hips little while Gabriel moves inside him. “Will I ever see you again?”

Jack laughs.  It’s a startling noise, bitter and ugly.  He tugs to get his arms free, and after a second Gabriel releases them.

Jack winds them around Gabriel’s shoulders, pulling their bodies close.

“I’ve wandered for so long,” Jack says quietly against Gabriel’s neck, almost as if to himself, “I’ve just about forgotten what it’s like to have a place.  This is the first time in years I’ve remembered what it is to be loved.  To not be alone.  Who I was before this started.”

It opens in him like a black chasm as he speaks.  Gabriel holds him tight and is astounded that it seems to ease the pain welling in Jack.

“I have to go.  I’m so close to finishing this.  But when I have… I could never imagine what would become of me, then.  But now, if I survive, if you want, I’ll come back here.”

Gabriel cups Jack’s chin and presses their brows together.  “I do want.”  He wants nothing more than to surround Jack in every way.  Absorb him into himself so they can’t be parted.  He surges around him, inside him, with an insistent surging rhythm that has Jack keening for him.

“Come back to me,” Gabriel murmurs, lips against his temple.  “I can give you something that can help.”

He calls up his magic up within himself.  As it wells up, he shapes it into little bubbles.  Jack cries out as Gabriel presses them into him one after another, stretching him open and pushing them deeper into him with each thrust until they’re lodged deep in his abdomen.

The warm glow of them feels like Gabriel, pouring and snaking through his veins with the same sweet, demanding pleasure that he moves inside Jack’s passage.  

“This will help make you strong,” Gabriel tells him, voice strained with his own pleasure and effort.  “They’re blessings that will make you faster and stronger and more enduring.  And they’ll you to me, so that I can feel you and know you live and we can find each other again when the time comes.”

Jack shakes and moans, feeling like he’s being taken apart as he’s gently, implacably filled.  “Will they…get less distracting?”  Part of him hopes the answer is no.  Gabriel has his arms trapped at his sides again but Jack manages to work a hand around between them to press at his belly.  He feels as if it ought to be rounded with what’s inside him. Filled to the point of being distended.  But it’s flat and muscular as ever.  He feels only the gentle swell and fall of Gabriel’s cock moving deep inside him.

Gabriel laughs.  “You’ll get used to them.  Magic is heady stuff when you aren’t used to it. But they’ll stay there until you come back so so can take them out.  And you’ll feel me within you as long as they’re inside you.”  He tips Jack’s head with a hand under his chin.  “So if it’s distracting, then you’d better come back soon.”

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