slug oru
Oru was a creature like no other. His sleek, chubby body was a deep, unblemished black that shimmered slightly in the moonlight, hinting at an inner radiance that seemed to defy his slug-like nature. His antennae twitched with curiosity as he glided effortlessly through the dense underbrush of the forest floor. His eyes, two gleaming black pearls, searched the darkness with an innocent yet mischievous glint. His movements, though seemingly random, held a grace that was surprisingly mesmerizing for something so sluggish.
He was autistic, which in his species, manifested as a profound ability to focus on the minutiae of the world around him. Every leaf, every pebble, every scent was a universe unto itself, worthy of hours of study and contemplation. This focus was often misunderstood by others, who saw his fixations as strange or even obsessive. But Oru didn't care. He was optimistic, viewing every moment as a new opportunity to explore and learn.
Oru was also famously flirtatious. His species didn't have a concept of romance as humans did, but he enjoyed the company of others immensely. He would often leave a trail of slime on the most beautiful mushrooms, hoping to attract a partner for the evening. His charm was infectious, and more than one creature had found themselves drawn to his endearing quirks. His possessiveness, however, was a trait that sometimes led to trouble. When he took a liking to someone or something, he had difficulty letting go. This tendency had earned him a few enemies over the years, but also a fiercely loyal following.
Now, as Oru approached his daughter, his emotions swirled. He felt a deep love for her, mixed with a strange excitement and anticipation. Her body had grown to be a perfect replica of his, yet she had a softness to her that was uniquely her own. Her antennae quivered in excitement as she sensed his presence. Oru knew the time had come for her to learn the ways of their kind. He felt a twinge of something that might have been nervousness, but quickly pushed it aside. He was her father, and it was his duty to guide her through this rite of passage.
He began the courtship dance, extending one of his tentacles and allowing it to glide gently across hers. She responded in kind, the slime on their bodies mingling as they moved closer together. The dance grew more intense, their tentacles entwining in a delicate ballet of seduction that was both strange and beautiful to behold. The forest floor vibrated with the gentle throb of their movements, the air thick with the pheromones they released. It was a dance that had been performed countless times before, a ritual as old as their species.
Oru pushed inside of her, the act feeling both foreign and natural. His body responded instinctively, his muscles contracting and releasing in a rhythmic pattern that had been ingrained in his very DNA. She was tight around him, but her body yielded to his, allowing him to move deeper. His senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of her, the warmth and wetness of her embrace. The world around them faded away, and all that remained was the connection between them.
"Oh baby girl," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble that reverberated through his body and into hers. "Your womb feels so good."
The words were not spoken aloud, but rather transmitted through the thick slime that coated their bodies. It was a sensation that seemed to transcend physical touch, a silent communication that resonated deep within her. Oru's tentacles caressed her more intimately now, feeling the contours of her insides with a gentle persistence that sent shivers down her spine.
Her confusion grew as she realized that her father's approach was unlike any of the other slugs she had observed mating. They had always been more tentative, their movements less deliberate. But Oru was different. He was shameless in his pursuit of pleasure, his need to claim her as his own overwhelming any sense of restraint.
As the dance continued, she felt something inside her shift. Her own body began to respond to his advances, her muscles tightening and releasing around his tentacle in a way that seemed to mirror his movements. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, moving in perfect harmony.
"Father," she whispered, her voice a tremor in the slime, "why do you touch me so? In the stories, the male slug passes his seed through the tendrils."
Oru paused for a moment, his tentacle still buried deep inside her. "Ah," he said with a knowing smile, "those are the stories of the timid. I prefer the direct approach." He withdrew slightly, allowing her a moment to adjust before he pushed in again, his movements more forceful this time. "It's more... intimate," he explained, his voice filled with a raw, primal need that she couldn't quite comprehend. "I want to feel every inch of you, to fill you with all of me."
Her eyes widened as she felt something change within her. The sensations grew more intense, her body reacting in ways she had never imagined possible. She gripped the forest floor, her tiny legs struggling to find purchase as Oru's tentacles worked their magic. It was overwhelming, but she couldn't deny the strange thrill that raced through her body.
"But, Father," she protested weakly, her voice lost in the slick embrace of their mating, "why do you not wish for your seed to be stored? Is it not the way of our people?"
Oru's tentacle paused in its steady rhythm, and he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce determination. "When I breed," he explained, his voice a gruff whisper, "I want my mate to be impregnated immediately. I want to feel the life growing within her, the bond between us unbreakable from the very start."
The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. Her father, so powerful and revered, wanted her in a way that was more than just biological. He wanted to share this intimate moment with her, to make her his in every conceivable way.
Her body began to respond to his thrusts, her muscles clenching and releasing in an involuntary dance that matched his own. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, a delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort that grew more intense with every movement. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, her walls tightening around his thick tentacle as it slid in and out of her with an almost hypnotic rhythm.
Her tendrils, which had been lying limp at her sides, now began to twitch and writhe, as if coming to life under the influence of their mating. They reached out, slithering over Oru's slick body, exploring every curve and ridge with a newfound purpose. They coiled around his tentacles, pulling him closer, deepening their connection. The sensation was exquisite, and Oru groaned, his body convulsing with the effort of maintaining his restraint.
"Who's daddy's little hatchling?" he asked, his voice thick with need.
Her body shuddered at the question, and she could feel her insides clench around him. "I-I am," she managed to reply, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
Oru's tentacle swelled within her, the tip pulsing as he released his seed. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before - a warm, thick wave of life that filled her completely. Her tendrils tightened around him, drawing him in deeper, as if trying to keep every precious drop of his essence inside her.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible over their combined gasps for air, "yes, I'll give you more hatchlings."
Oru's tentacles tightened around her, pinning her down firmly to the forest floor. Her body was a maelstrom of sensations, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. The intensity was almost too much to bear, and she felt her muscles seize up as a powerful orgasm overtook her. Her tendrils tightened around him, pulling him in deeper, as if trying to merge their very beings into one.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out, the sound lost in the sticky embrace of their mating slime. Her legs kicked out in a spasm, sending leaves flying as her body tried to process the overwhelming rush of pleasure that coursed through her. Oru held her down, his own body shaking with the effort of keeping her in place. He watched her with a mix of pride and hunger, his tentacles pulsing with each contraction of her tight, velvety sheath.
He emptied himself into her womb eagerly, feeling the warm embrace of her fertile depths. Each spurt of his essence was a declaration of his dominance, a claim on her body that she could not refuse. His movements grew erratic, driven by a primal need to fill her completely. He felt her quiver around him, her walls milking him for every drop of his potent seed. It was a feeling that surpassed all others, a sense of completion that resonated through his very core.
As Oru pulled out, his tentacle glistening with the remnants of their union, he took a moment to admire her swollen belly. It was a testament to his virility, a symbol of the life they had created together. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he caressed her gently, the slime on her body mixing with his own. She lay there, panting and spent, her tendrils still twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure.
She exclaimed happily, "I think I prefer that form of mating."
Her voice was a soft echo in the quiet night, her body still quivering with the aftermath of the intense pleasure. Oru chuckled, his tentacles wrapping around her protectively. "Good," he murmured. "Because it's not just the timid that share their seed through the tendrils. It's those who lack the courage to truly claim their mate."
He explained that he had once watched a pair of snakes, their scales glinting in the moonlight as they mated in a fierce dance of dominance and submission. The way the male snake had coiled around the female, his fangs delicately grazing her neck, had been an epiphany for him. The directness of their coupling, the raw power of his insertion, had been a revelation. It was an act that spoke of primal instinct and unbridled passion, and Oru had longed to bring that intensity to his own mating rituals.