"just relax, victor."

it wasn't such an easy thing to do after suddenly being wrapped in tentacles that had sprouted from their back without warning. it was only natural that he would flinch and squirm at the cold sliminess rubbing against his skin, at the feeling of suction as they stuck to him, and all of the little bruises produced as they popped off of him for a moment so they could adjust his position and hold him just that bit tighter.

"what- what exactly are you doing?" he asked, his struggles already slowing down a bit as he realized how futile it was.

"it wasn't enough," adrianus said softly, in a strange tone. "it wasn't enough, simply talking with you... i wanted to touch you, to feel you, to hold you... my words alone can't quite reach deep enough. you understand, don't you?"

it was odd how the way they asked that did make him feel as if he should just nod along and agree, even though he really didn't understand in the slightest.

after taking a moment to process their words, he froze. "what do you mean, your words can't reach deep enough?"

a tentacle pushed against one of his ears.

he shuddered.

"i like the way you speak, victor," they said. "i like your thoughts... i like your mind. isn't it natural, that i would want to touch it? that i would want to push myself inside?"

it was no use struggling, but he did so with renewed vigor. "i-i don't-" he wasn't even sure what to say, how to even protest such a thing.

even if he wasn't escaping their grasp, the one next to his ear did seem to stop moving for a moment, at least. though it was still touching him, still threatening him with its presence, with its closeness, even if it wasn't pushing into him at that moment.

"the inside of your head is very sensitive and delicate," adrianus said slowly. "you'll have to hold very still for me... i don't want to hurt you."

his face burned with a strange sort of embarrassment - despite the bizarre situation he was in, and how obviously inappropriate their behavior was, their calm demeanor made him feel like he was the one being unreasonable. it was enough to make him stop moving, even when he really shouldn't have.

"good... just like that... just relax."

the tentacle gently rubbed his ear, and that gentle touch, combined with the praise, sent pleasant tingles through his body. the fear and discomfort hadn't fully disappeared, and yet, in that instant, he felt oddly resigned to it. as if a switch had flipped, and this had gone from a situation that he absolutely needed to do everything in his power to fight, to something he would simply have to put up with. perhaps even a situation where... even if it was difficult, it would be rewarding in the end, somehow.

he wasn't really sure where that thought came from. it was a little concerning. but the tentacle was slowly making its way into his ear. he twitched at the feeling, at the intrusion, at the cold, slimy, bumpy texture sliding against his sensitive ear canal. but every twitch only made them hold him tighter, murmuring and cooing at him and petting his head.

the pressure was starting to feel strangely comforting and grounding. they were just holding him... holding him in place... so that he would be still. so that they wouldn't hurt him.

he tried to remind himself that there was no good reason for them to be doing this to him in the first place. there wouldn't be any danger of him getting hurt if they weren't pushing a tentacle into his ear. all they were really doing was holding him down and forcing themself inside of him.

but no matter how much he tried to think of it that way, his body was becoming more and more relaxed, and all of the sensations he was experiencing became more pleasant, more... pleasurable. his ear was sensitive, but as it continued pushing inside, it only became more euphoric. the shivers it sent down his spine were intoxicating. and the steady stream of praise and encouragement that adrianus was pouring into his other ear was melting all of his resistance, all of his desire to resist, into a warm puddle of compliance and obedience.

"you're doing so well," they murmured. "just a bit more... it will feel even nicer, once it reaches your brain... aren't you excited for that?"

he shouldn't have been. even at this point, the idea of verbally agreeing with them about that seemed odd, unsettling.

"i... i don't know, i..." he mumbled, trailing off.

"you know it will feel good, don't you?" they asked, their voice just the slightest bit more firm.

"i do," he said quickly, so automatically that it surprised him.

"that's right," they said. "and you want to feel good."

"i want to feel good..."

it was strange, surreal, the way the words came out of his mouth without a single thought about it. had they really already done something to him? to his mind?

the realization failed to inspire any sort of action, or even any feelings of fear or tension. after all, it was already too late.

the thought of that was comforting, somehow. the thought that it was too late. that he had already given in. too weak to resist them. unable to stop them from inching closer and closer to his brain, to his mind. they would surely penetrate even that. it felt as if his mind was softening at the idea of that, already surrendering itself in anticipation of their domination.

"that's right... you're nice and open for me..."

they pushed with a bit more force, an amount that wasn't painful, but that did make him worry about the fragility of his head, and overwhelmed his senses. it was a sense of pressure deep inside of him that he had never felt before, that was entirely unlike a headache, or congestion, or any normal pressure someone might feel somewhere in their head. it was just... overpowering. it filled him, it pushed, it probed, and while it didn't hurt him, it seemed to have little regard for his feelings or readiness at that point.

he could no longer even twitch or squirm, with how tightly he was wrapped up.

it continued pushing, until he felt it. he felt it reach his brain. he had very little time to react or adjust to that strange new sensation, before it pushed again, deeper, into his brain. inside of it. cool, slimy, suckers rubbing against it. feeling around inside of it, every inch of it. curling, squirming, penetrating.

he was trembling, even in the tight grasp of the tentacles. sensation was lighting up every part of him, every nerve. and with every burst of that strange, alien, overwhelming pleasure, he felt a distinct sensation of helplessness, weakness, submission. those touches that shot through his entire body, that felt so strong that he felt like he might explode, that he might simply pop like a balloon at any moment, were nothing more than adrianus' curious probing.

this really might have been damaging him in some way, he realized, but he couldn't tell, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, even if it was. somehow, he no longer cared. he was being pumped with pure ecstasy. the tentacle felt so big inside of him, he felt so small in comparison. he did feel like something to be used like this. it felt right. it made so much sense, in a way that he couldn't even articulate.

"you see?" they cooed, their voice still mostly even, but their breathing a bit more heavy, something deep and low and dark in their tone. "this isn't so bad, is it? there was no need to struggle, was there?"

he tried to respond, but his words were completely unintelligible.

"that's right," they said, seeming to at least understand that his response was a positive one. "it's alright if you have trouble talking, or thinking, right now... you don't need to do any of that... just enjoy this... just relax..."

it had already been more difficult to think, but when they said that, it was as if all of those fragmented thoughts just stopped, just faded, drowned out completely by the pleasure. when they told him to relax, he could feel himself going limp, although it didn't make much of a difference with how tightly he was bound.

there was nothing but the feeling of them, the feeling of the tentacle deep inside his brain, deep inside his mind, touching and massaging and worming around inside of it with absolutely no resistance. whatever it was really doing to him, he had no idea, but he accepted it, submitted to it, just letting them in. he would always listen to them, now. he understood that he was meant to.