White Collar Fic - A Creature Feature
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elrhiarhodanTitle: A Creature Feature
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing/Characters: Vincent Adler/Neal Caffrey, Vincent Adler/Kate Moreau, Vincent Adler/His Creatures
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: If you live in some alternate universe where this stuff airs on basic cable in Prime Time, it may spoil something in Forging Bonds
Word Count: ~625
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Oh, tentacle porn, dub-con, non-don, nipples, breathplay. Your usual White Collar stuff
Summary: It’s tentacle porn.
A/N: This is all rabidchild67’s fault. We were chatting yesterday, throwing out outrageous prompts to each other, and she tosses off “Tentacles.” Now, I’ve written wing!fic, but I’ve not really tackled the other cracky fandom tropes – and I like nothing better than a challenge. So my brain just goes there - Vincent Adler. Of course he’s got tentacles. That’s the only explanation.
Consider yourself warned.
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Vincent Adler stands in his bedroom, naked.
He's alone tonight...his creatures are sated after an afternoon with the very delicious Ms. Moreau. He (and they) had her every orifice all at once. He’s excited by the memory of using the thick ones – sending them pulsing up Kate’s cunt, in her ass, down her throat (with a few of his tentacles gently squeezing her neck), and a pair of the thin, almost delicate tentacles wrapped around her tits and sucking on her nipples. He doesn’t know what’s better – the sensation of his creatures plunging into her unwilling body, or her cries of pain that turn into moans of delight, then becoming screams of frustration as he pushes her near the edge, only to pull back, over and over and over again.
Vincent also had Neal on his knees today, and he enjoyed sending the really thick one into Neal’s mouth, plunging and retreating while another big tentacle was wrapped around the boy’s throat. Neal choking was such a beautiful sight – those blue eyes bright and fearful, his face turning a matching shade as it’s deprived of oxygen. He lets go just before his tentacle creatures spew their intoxicant down Neal’s throat.
It’s unfortunate that Neal and Kate never remember just what he’s done to them, they just know that they want him and that they are afraid.
Maybe that’s why he isn’t fully satisfied...he needs something more. He always does.
Vincent strokes his creatures - there are about a dozen in all – four large ones, each as thick as his wrist. The rest are thin and capped with flower-like suckers. For now, they are quiescent and are retracted against his pubis.
But that doesn't last. He teases a pair to wakefulness - two of the thin ones that will play with his nipples. He likes when they clamp down with their suckers - the lubricate they secrete seals them to his skin. It's an irritant - but in a good way - like menthol or chili oil. He shivers but he needs something more
The big one - the one that masquerades as his penis (it doesn’t fully retract) is sleeping and doesn't like to be awakened, but Vincent's the master here.
So he slaps it, hard
It grumbles and twitches and goes back to sleep, but Vincent slaps it again. Then, in a gesture meant to both comfort and arouse, he teases the head. It doesn’t have a sucker – the big ones don’t, it’s more like the end of an elephant’s trunk, with the buried bundle of nerves instead of nostrils.
It could almost be a clitoris...and he enjoys the double sensation – toying with the nub, his fingertips slightly stinging from the secretions, and the ever-growing arousal from the cluster of nerve endings.
Vincent likes it when the pleasure is unwilling – even when it comes from his own body.
It knows what Vincent wants and begins to extend, growing and thickening until it's the width of his wrist and long enough to reach his knees. He widens his stance and the thing, his favorite...snuffles around, kissing and seeking against his hairless thighs
Until finally it finds its way to Vincent's ass and plunges in, working him like a piston
And as much as Kate and Neal are unwittingly addicted to his creatures, Vincent's the biggest addict of all. Adler falls to his hands and knees - reveling in the sensation of self-fucking and the delicious burn of his creatures’ secretions. There is a rush of endorphins and he screams as he comes inside himself. But before he passes out, his creatures whisper to him...Someday, someday we'll all be free. And then you'll know what it means to be afraid.
Unfortunately, Vincent never remembers what they say.
FIN
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing/Characters: Vincent Adler/Neal Caffrey, Vincent Adler/Kate Moreau, Vincent Adler/His Creatures
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: If you live in some alternate universe where this stuff airs on basic cable in Prime Time, it may spoil something in Forging Bonds
Word Count: ~625
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Oh, tentacle porn, dub-con, non-don, nipples, breathplay. Your usual White Collar stuff
Summary: It’s tentacle porn.
A/N: This is all rabidchild67’s fault. We were chatting yesterday, throwing out outrageous prompts to each other, and she tosses off “Tentacles.” Now, I’ve written wing!fic, but I’ve not really tackled the other cracky fandom tropes – and I like nothing better than a challenge. So my brain just goes there - Vincent Adler. Of course he’s got tentacles. That’s the only explanation.
Consider yourself warned.
Vincent Adler stands in his bedroom, naked.
He's alone tonight...his creatures are sated after an afternoon with the very delicious Ms. Moreau. He (and they) had her every orifice all at once. He’s excited by the memory of using the thick ones – sending them pulsing up Kate’s cunt, in her ass, down her throat (with a few of his tentacles gently squeezing her neck), and a pair of the thin, almost delicate tentacles wrapped around her tits and sucking on her nipples. He doesn’t know what’s better – the sensation of his creatures plunging into her unwilling body, or her cries of pain that turn into moans of delight, then becoming screams of frustration as he pushes her near the edge, only to pull back, over and over and over again.
Vincent also had Neal on his knees today, and he enjoyed sending the really thick one into Neal’s mouth, plunging and retreating while another big tentacle was wrapped around the boy’s throat. Neal choking was such a beautiful sight – those blue eyes bright and fearful, his face turning a matching shade as it’s deprived of oxygen. He lets go just before his tentacle creatures spew their intoxicant down Neal’s throat.
It’s unfortunate that Neal and Kate never remember just what he’s done to them, they just know that they want him and that they are afraid.
Maybe that’s why he isn’t fully satisfied...he needs something more. He always does.
Vincent strokes his creatures - there are about a dozen in all – four large ones, each as thick as his wrist. The rest are thin and capped with flower-like suckers. For now, they are quiescent and are retracted against his pubis.
But that doesn't last. He teases a pair to wakefulness - two of the thin ones that will play with his nipples. He likes when they clamp down with their suckers - the lubricate they secrete seals them to his skin. It's an irritant - but in a good way - like menthol or chili oil. He shivers but he needs something more
The big one - the one that masquerades as his penis (it doesn’t fully retract) is sleeping and doesn't like to be awakened, but Vincent's the master here.
So he slaps it, hard
It grumbles and twitches and goes back to sleep, but Vincent slaps it again. Then, in a gesture meant to both comfort and arouse, he teases the head. It doesn’t have a sucker – the big ones don’t, it’s more like the end of an elephant’s trunk, with the buried bundle of nerves instead of nostrils.
It could almost be a clitoris...and he enjoys the double sensation – toying with the nub, his fingertips slightly stinging from the secretions, and the ever-growing arousal from the cluster of nerve endings.
Vincent likes it when the pleasure is unwilling – even when it comes from his own body.
It knows what Vincent wants and begins to extend, growing and thickening until it's the width of his wrist and long enough to reach his knees. He widens his stance and the thing, his favorite...snuffles around, kissing and seeking against his hairless thighs
Until finally it finds its way to Vincent's ass and plunges in, working him like a piston
And as much as Kate and Neal are unwittingly addicted to his creatures, Vincent's the biggest addict of all. Adler falls to his hands and knees - reveling in the sensation of self-fucking and the delicious burn of his creatures’ secretions. There is a rush of endorphins and he screams as he comes inside himself. But before he passes out, his creatures whisper to him...Someday, someday we'll all be free. And then you'll know what it means to be afraid.
Unfortunately, Vincent never remembers what they say.
