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Invocation	By : DresdenDoll Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This does not pretend to have a plot. It's pure hedonistic porn. Part Lovecraft, part Bartimaeus but mostly "we love to see Yami no Bakura get fucked senseless.". Yay.
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There was just one stroke of the chalk left to go. The sullen, incense-laden silence seemed expectant, like a storm waiting to discharge, as Yami no Bakura placed the last mark on the floorboards. Instantly he could feel the energy spark in his fingertips, and his lips curved in expectation.

In a mission like his, distraction did not pay well. But despite the twists and turns his mind had taken, it wasn't made of ice, and neither was the body that he'd borrowed.
But there wasn't one person he could trust, which was the reason he now started to speak the command to summon and bind.
�Saashki. Thing of the void. With no feelings of your own, you will feed on what you cause in me and be dismissed when I am sated. Asemre ta-aalit.�
The organic, twisting design of the chalk subtly seemed to shine a brighter white, and the heavy curtains drawn across the windows moved in an unheard wind.

Bakura stood in his own protective circle, outwardly composed though no-one was watching, but on the inside a kind of fever had seized him. To call him a man of unusual appetites would be missing the chance to describe his carnal tastes as manifold and extremely peculiar. Now he watched the thick, oily smoke coruscate in the center of the circle, collecting along the lines of the pentagram. The smoke solidified, suggesting writhing, changing shapes, only to melt away once again after a few moments. A test proved the mind within that smoke to be little more than animal. The spell-words had easily bound the empath-parasite.
With hands made only slightly unsure by the fervour of anticipation, Bakura shed his clothes and crossed from one circle to the other after only a moment's hesitation. He was ready to dismiss or destroy the being at a moment's notice with a harsh spell-word in case it tried to turn on him, but it didn't seem to be necessary. Instead, the smoke writhed around his feet, giving the impression of excitement, as the creature within sensed the beat of his pulse. As he lowered himself to his knees, the formless mass turned more solid, forming serpentine tendrils of varying size and shape that glistened with their own fluids. They coiled around him, stroking over every part of his body and making his skin tingle with the contact.
With no thinking creature he dared share this form of self-abandonment, but here and now in the protective circle he let go of his thoughts and relished the mass of wet flesh writhing against his skin. The creature was metamorphic, at one point simulating the laving stroke of a tongue, only to turn rough and abrasive at the next, and this in ever-changing and random patterns that soon made Bakura's breath quicken though the contact had not yet turned deeply intimate.

Soon his skin had grown damp with the creature's fluids and with his own sweat, and as the intensity of the sensations increased, so did his impatience. He realized that this entity might have possessed more sentience than he had allowed it, to tease him like this. The slow languid exploration was not unpleasant, and he allowed it for a few more moments, until he could not bear waiting for a more intimate touch any longer. �More!� he demanded, voice hoarse with excitement. He drew in a gasp when that command was instantly heeded, several thin tendrils curling firmly around the hardened flesh of his member. His head lolling back, he abandoned himself to the sensation, spreading his knees on the floor to help him keep his balance. As soon as his legs had drawn further apart, more of the writhing shapes flowed under his body and soon he felt a warm wet appendage pressing against his hole.
Breath growing ragged, he spread his legs further and let out a low sound, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being opened and stretched. The slow intrusion wasn't painful, but soon he felt his muscles tremble nonetheless, as supporting himself became more difficult. Bakura let out a held breath when his body had accustomed to the foreign presence, the full feeling now quite delicious and growing even more so. But after a few seconds, he bit down on his bottom lips harshly, suppressing a scream, when the tendril changed shape inside of him, swelling and shrinking, writhing and squirming, turning from smooth to ridged and back again. His hips started to move almost of their own accord, heightening the sensation, and he licked his lips, tasting the blood there and trembling at the intensity.

For a few long minutes he stayed on his knees, motionless except for the quickening rocking of his hips, while the appendage inside him twisted, at times swelling to such a size it was almost painful, made his stomach feel bloated, while at other times it squirmed and rubbed against secret spots inside of him in a way that made his vision grey out at the edges.
After some time, the motions changed to a frustratingly slow in-and-out movement, and Bakura shifted, until he was supporting himself on his hands and knees, his upper body resting against the floor and his back almost painfully curved, sweat-damp hair falling over his face. Soon the once slow motions became quick and relentless, driving into him at an ever-increasing pace, while the rest of the tendrils slid all over his body, rubbing abrasively over his painfully sensitized nipples and gripping the base of his shaft. When he next opened his mouth to let out an affirmation to the pleasure this was giving him, one of the thicker tendrils slipped past his lips.

The feeling of slick, salty-tasting flesh in his mouth was surprisingly pleasant, and so he made no move to dislodge it, instead sucking hard and letting the appendage muffle his moans when the one fucking him increased to an even sharper pace. With every inch of his body drowning in sensation like this, it didn't take long for his climax to build, his pulse pounding hard in his ears and everywhere else. Before he could quite reach completion, however, the tendrils withdrew, leaving him on his hands and knees, gasping in almost-release.

This sudden loss of stimulation left him craving to be filled again, but with a start, Bakura realized that his hands and feet were fixed firmly to the floor, rendering him unable to move. He didn't have time to voice a demand or a dismissal though, because suddenly his mouth was full again. This time, the appendage didn't stop at the back of his mouth, instead working its way past the tightness in his throat, almost choking him and making him gag. The dismissal depended on spoken words or, barring that, certain esoteric gestures. Right now, neither was much of an option.
But something like panic had no time to install itself in his mind, as Bakura realized that the entity was teasing him, drawing out his climax, as a human lover might have done. To his surprise, the rough handling only served to make his desire grow more urgent. At the same time, the lack of stimulation in other parts of his body pulsing with need was acute and frustrating. Were this a human lover � and were he able to speak � Bakura would have raved and begged to be fucked again, to be allowed to come. But at the moment, all he could do was focus his attention on the salty gag that had slipped impossibly deep down his throat, abandoning all self-control and sucking on it shamelessly.

The lack of air made his vision swim, and he gasped with relief when it withdrew, gasping for breath and sparing a bleary look for the darkened room. His eyes immediately unfocused again, however, when he felt one tendril enter him again, swift and slick, and then swell to a size much bigger than before. It kept on growing and drawing in and out at a merciless pace, and soon it was big enough to border on the painful. Bakura bit down on his own arm, pain and pleasure blurring into something indistinguishable, his whole body again being stroked.

Soon the pressure build again, his climax drawing nearer, and he trembled in anticipation, longing for release, his coherency completely unraveled. When he was just about to explode, the painful-pleasurable friction again halted, making him hiss in total frustration. He was so close to the edge that all reason had abandoned him, and he started to plead, desperately, �please please let me finish oh fuck I'm going to die - aaah - please!�. His fingernails dug into the floorboards, leaving scratches, he was soaked with sweat and shivering.

When he thought he could bear no more, the motion started again just as abruptly as it had stopped, the fullness and friction and wet heat pushing him over the edge in the fraction of a second.

His vision turned black. The heat that had been allowed to build and build exploded at the base of his spine, racing along his nerves like lightning and spilling out of him. His every sense drowned in ecstasy, Bakura didn't even have breath to scream, only trembling as the moment of white-hot pleasure seemed to go on for an eternity.

When the dizzying sensation faded into aftershocks that kept the beat of his pulse, he realized that the tendrils had not withdrawn, the large one filling him to the brim had instead split metamorphically into countless smaller ones squirming inside of him, and all over his spent body the rubbing and pinching continued relentlessly, quickly turning dazed satisfaction into rising need again.

This time it took far less time for his body to reach a pinnacle once again, and his second climax hit him as he sucked mindlessly and hungrily on a thick appendage once again down his throat. It was not as intense as the first, but seemed to go on much longer, drawing every inch of pleasure out of his body until he had nothing left to spend.
But still the entity did not stop. Though he was close to collapsing with exhaustion, the stimulation continued, the volatile flesh of the creature constantly changing against his own to arouse him in new ways. Soon the amount of pleasure drawn from him turned to the painful, but there was still no sign of stopping. Mercilessly, the creature brought him to climax again and again.

When he was close to losing consciousness, the ministrations slowed, but did not stop, allowing him to recover the barest bit of energy until he was pushed over the edge again, blackness encroaching on his vision.

It only stopped when he was sucked completely dry, the tendrils withdrawing and leaving him spread in the center of the circle, limbs and head arranged along the points of the pentagram. Hardly able to speak, Bakura stuttered out "Isnae.", the syllables of dismissal � which were instantly heeded � and crawled out of the chalk-circle, smudging it in the process, too exhausted to even gasp for breath.
But as he slipped into unawareness, the look on his features was one of absolute satisfaction. His last coherent thought was that he could hardly wait for his body to recover before he once again invoked a thing of the void.
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