HRP (WIP)

Red began slowly dragging her tongue along Cato's engorged member, punctuating each lap with a soft "hmm" of contemplation. Merely out of habit, of course, while mulling over the sorry state of her partner. Any sane person would reach such a conclusion, but to Cato's pleasure-addled mind, these simple noises had evolved into delightful moans. His fingers began to twitch as he tried to focus on his next move. He wanted to fuck her! He had to fuck her! He could think of nothing else but to grab that cheeky Gazer by the skull and impale her on his trusty lance. But no sooner had he settled on this course of action than he was immediately intercepted, Red's tentacles wrapping around his arms, restraining them in midair as her stalks looked back at him disapprovingly.
"Calm yourself, worm," she all but spat, before forming her lips into an O-shape and wrapping them about his glans. Cato shuttered and panted heavily, just barely suppressing a moan as Red twirled her tongue atop his sensitive tip, occasionally teasing and jabbing at the small opening, if only to get out any remaining spunk trapped inside. Then in one fluid motion, Red took the entirety of Cato's member into her warm mouth, her lips wetly smacking at the base and sending light tingles throughout his carefully manscaped bush.
"Hyaarngaaah! Pah! Fraaahgah!" Cato threw his head back at the sudden sensation, letting out strange sounds that mixed frustration and arousal. Fuck! He needed to fuck! For a moment, he thought he sensed Red giggling at his frustration, her breath tickling his rock hard cock in a familiar rhythm.
Then she struck, swiftly dragging her lips back up the length of his shaft before bringing them to suckle on his glans. At the same time, she brought up her hand to his freshly-exposed rod, inky-black fingers gently teasing his flesh, before with a few flicks effortlessly coating it in a splattering of that chilling, black lubricant. The devilish substance sapped the heat right out of him as his shaft contended with the cool night air, and, as his head was assaulted by the oppressive warmth of Red's lips, Cato knew he was now completely vulnerable. This resignation had just scarcely registered on his face before one of Red's stalks picked up on it, and no sooner did she take her subordinate's full length back inside of her maw, the sudden action proving to be a decisive blow.
Moaning in earnest now, Cato's mind went blank. The urge to resist and reverse this situation, to satisfy this incredible lust, to finally torment his tormentor. The urge to FUCK HER! It all faded away, such energy and vigor quite literally drained right out of his balls. Exhausted, Cato fell back against the bed, panting and feeling completely spent.

Unfortunately, it seemed his impish mistress was still not done with him yet, her infernal mouth refusing to relinquish its favorite toy. As Cato, in his dazed state, brought his eyes to rest on her glossy black locks, he couldn't resist picking up on the devilish gleam in her solitary, ruby-red eye. Fear and adrenaline shot through him like a bolt of lightning, as if he could feel the full set of her razor-sharp teeth bearing down on his recovering member. He had to escape now! With newfound vigor, he struggled against the binding tentacles on his arms, soon joined by additional stalks to suppress his wildly flailing legs. All for naught, his efforts doing little more than bringing a few more mocking eyes to bare down upon him. And of course, thoroughly exhausting his very last reserves of strength, giving him little choice but to surrender completely to whatever the Gazer was planning.

For her part, Red skillfully attacked Cato's flagging cock, doing her best to bring it back to full-strength. One moment, she was swirling her tongue in quick circles around the outside. Then she suddenly changed direction, encircling and constricting the angry spear of flesh with her inhumanly dextrous tongue. Without a word, she began bobbing her head up and down, letting her lips glide along the surface of Cato's aching cock, while having her tongue's coils slide up and down almost independently, occasionally letting them squeeze down just a tad. Completely caught by surprise at this onslaught, Cato abandoned any and all attempts at stagging a counterattack, instead focusing entirely on just holding out as long as he could. Red would have smirked if she could, interpreting the transition to defense as a sign he was slowly coming back to his senses. Even so she pressed on the attack, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible, to be sure she performed a thorough examination of her pathetically squirming companion.

As a Gazer, and a very much alive one, Red didn't possess the incredible ability of the Undead to survive without breathing. And although she could easily inhale through her nose, she still had to interrupt her oral assault ever so slightly, breaking the vaccum seal of her lips to exhale. And as a Gazer, she wouldn't settle for this inferiority.
While she could compensate slightly by having her warm breaths tease at her prey's sensitive head, she found it much more effective to distract him with some tender loving towards the rest of his body. Cato shivered as a pleasant coolness encroached around his scrotum, picturing the scene in his head as Red drizzled little bits and droplets of her inky black secretions along the dangling sack, all before gently wrapping her hands around those tender orbs directly. Without letting up her oral assault, she meticulously slathered the chilly black goo all across the exposed regions of Cato's package, giving some pause to let him really feel the heat being drained right out of him. Hearing a slight shudder, and confirming this with her eyestalks picking up a subtle wince on his face, Red then brought her delicate, warm, and ever so skillful fingers back to Cato's most sensitive and exposed region, and began a soothing and tender caress of his testes.

With this final touch, Cato's features relaxed and his eyes glazed over, the stalks bearing down on him beginning to glow with faint red pulses. Deep in the recesses of his mind, a gentle voice began to whisper.
"Cum. Cum. Cum."
Growing clearer and clearer, but not particularly louder, the soft chant droned onwards infinitely as all other sensations seemed to fade away. The hellishly intense blowjob in Red's warm mouth, with those tightly constricting tongue coils. The soothing massage of his testicles by her warm hands and cooling goo. For a moment, Cato thought he felt something else somewhere, digging deep into him, bringing with it a sense of immoral yet irresistible ecstasy. But all these sensations faded away, leaving nothing but him and her. Her closeness and warmth. Her eyes looking down upon him with anticipation. And her gentle and soothing voice, telling him exactly what to do.
"Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. C~U~M!"
Before even realizing it, Cato's hips began to buck wildly and repetitively, each thrust into the air shooting thick ropes of his precious seed deep into Red's awaiting maw. Following along with the tempo of her soft but commanding voice, he continued to unleash a torrent of semen until—fully spent at last—he collapsed on the tatami floor. The last thing he perceived before fading from consciousness was the cruel yet gentle laugh of his thoroughly pleased mistress.

***

After gulping down the last of her hapless lackey's ejaculate, Red gave a slight cackle of delight at her milking prowess on this fine evening. She already decided to give Cato a few minutes of rest while she assessed the current situation, and he did seem rather cute passed out on the floor like that.

Regarding tonight's excitement—hopefully just the start of it—she guessed Cato had been unknowingly attacked by a powerful aphrodisiac of some sort. His lust was unnaturally sudden, and furthermore the taste of his emissions was slightly off from the standard flavor, suggesting the poison—easier to just refer to this as a poison—had semen production enhancing effects. Combined with her earlier observations and information gathered prior to arriving at this dubious little locale, she had more than enough confidence in her assessment of the situation, even if she lacked enough evidence to put that old hag right on the spot this very evening. Not that she had any reason to do so at this time, she grinned. With that in mind she had a good idea of what she wanted to do next.

After setting aside a few minutes to enjoy the peaceful stillness of the night, Red went about cleaning herself up and stashing away any soiled fabrics, fetching some clean clothes for Cato from their shared belongings as she did so. Hopefully this place had somewhere to properly wash clothes. Best case, she could leave that task to the hag.
Red floated back over to her dear, sweet, slumbering Cato, and gazed affectionately at him as she planted her feet by his side. Then she leaned down, smiled kindly...

And promptly smacked him across the face.

"Wake up, dingus!"

Cato's eyes opened in a flash as he showed no outward signs of discomfort despite the rude awakening.

"I'm up."
"All calmed down, worm? Got everything out of your system?"
"I...," Cato paused as the events of just a few moments ago flashed back through his mind. "Yeah..."
"Good."

Cato reached out and Red took his hand before pushing off of the ground. In a few moments, the man was back on his feet as Red hovered just a few inches above eye level. She sunk down just a tad, flashing her trademark toothy grin before moving in to pinch at his cheeks, then slowly pulled away, drifting towards the door to the hall.

"Alright, insect. Let's go snooping."
"...Why?"
Red let out a cackle even in somewhat hushed tone.
"Kyehehehehe... because one good turn deserves another..."
Confused, but knowing it would be best to just trust her on this, Cato followed closely behind the cheeky Gazer as the pair carefully slid open the door and slinked out into the hallway.