Zasha’s Capture

The vial was now in Gowron’s hand and the thick tentacle slipped back to its place around Zasha’s chest. Zasha could not see what was happening behind him, so the slick touch of a finger caused him to jump. The finger circled his entrance once more, this time coated with the slippery substance from the vial. He felt his nerves firing with each brush of that thick digit as it pushed more firmly against him.

It slid in, pushing past the tight circle, and Zasha cried out at the sensation. The sheets and tentacles in his hands were suddenly clenched in a death grip. The pain he had been expecting lasted only for a moment, the contents of the vial taking effect. He was shocked, feeling his body open easily to the invading presence. Gowron’s finger slid and out, shallowly stroking the very edge of his entrance as he moaned, burying his face in the mattress. The finger slid in deeply, igniting every nerve along the way, only to reverse its path and tease him further. Another thrust and retreat. The third time, the finger grazed something inside him, sending his back into an arch and forcing a loud, “AHhhh!” from his lungs.

The finger was removed completely, only to be joined by a second. They pushed in, slipping past the relaxed guardian ring to stroke and tease the spot they had found. Exquisite pleasure flooded Zasha as they rubbed and stroked that spot. He could feel his cock pulsing and he peered beneath him to see it leaking steadily on the bed. A third finger pushed in, stretching him and giving him a feeling of fullness. They pumped inside him on a steady rhythm, driving his need higher. He no longer cared about the sounds that filled the room as he gasped and moaned. Needing more, he thrust his hips back, begging wordlessly for fulfillment. A hiss filled the room as the fingers disappeared.