I waited in the dark, listening to the water dripping from the stalactites above. The cave was void of light, igniting my senses into life, searching the darkness for a presence I knew was there. “I’m looking for you,” I whispered to the dark. “I want to know you. Feel you. I’m not afraid.”
No sound greeted me in return. Instead, a slime coated skin touched mine, slithering over my shoulder as a snake and wrapping around the curve of my jaw. Its tip tickled my lip as others as it swarmed over my shoulders, caressing hair, ears, and face in its consumption. Great hands closed on my shoulders, holding me still. “I’m not going to fight you,” I whispered in my mind.
It paused, tentacles stilling as their thoughts filled my mind, strange whispers in an ancient language I couldn’t understand. I moved my hand to theirs, picking it up and gently leading it to my breast. Curiosity and confusion touched my mind before a strange understanding passed from the creature to myself and the tentacles sprung to life, pushing its mind into mine as one slithered into my mouth, leaving a trail of sticky clear fluid in its wake.
In our mind I swallowed them, inviting them inside of me willingly. I moaned, raising a hand to stroke them, encouraging them deeper. My body leaned into their tentacled arms, welcoming them into the mind meld they sought. Every vision they shared I enacted, mimicking their fantasies. As I envisioned them deep within me, their body shifted, thrusting something thick and writhing between us that wiggled its way inside of me, pulsing and expanding.
No sounds escaped us but our minds cried in desperate need and pleasure, filling each other’s thoughts with passion. The tentacle in my mouth went deeper, thrusting downwards, venturing within me where they desired to go. As their slimy appendages filled my body, their mind filled mine, nestling within me to feast on thoughts and visions as my voiceless cries crescendoed.
Playing with the Star Spawn
Silent, haunting, and psychic, Star Spawn skin is notably slimy, like a slug or snail. Creating a clear lube to rub over any tentacles, hands, faces, skins, or other appendages will help give the feel of a rubbery otherworldly creature. Wearing gloves or latex will help recreating that sensation as well.
They live in caves and in pure darkness, especially as elder things that hate sunshine. Blindfold the human lover to simulate darkness and keep the lights very low. Just enough so the Star Spawn can see what they’re doing. Caves are cold. Keep the room chilly. It’ll emphasize the slime on the Star Spawn.
Earplugs should be put in the human lover. Make it hard for them to hear. Agree with them ahead of time that they’ll say aloud any desires they’re having. Have them whisper it so they won’t hear themselves when they speak. The Star Spawn should listen to these wants and meet them, as though they’re reading their lover’s mind.
Then play with their body. If you know them well, do their favorite things in escalation. If you don’t, ask them what drives them wild beforehand and do those things.
For Illithid-y toys, try some tentacles of varying sizes. There are finger ones for teasing, bigger ones for fucking, glass ones for intense cold sensation, and wild shaped ones for all sorts of play. The key is tentacles. Tentacles around throats, in mouths, in pussies, in asses. TENTACLES.
They invade and feed. So escalate the teasing and fucking slowly, imagine you’re feeding off that energy. Savoring each bite. Use some unique shaped dildos or vibes, because supposed Star Spawn evolve and change to blend in more with the current world.
Deposit a mystery egg or two, as though you’ve implanted a larva into your host mate. Let them imagine that it’s infecting them if that turns them on.
Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.
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