slowly, yoongi's tentacles began to slick their way up jimin's thighs, making him jolt. "c-cold," he muttered. two of them curled around the top of his thigh, squeezing gently, before raising him off the ground. two other tentacles removed his underclothes, so he was left in just his white shirt, hanging just low enough to cover his manhood. the tentacles bent jimin's knees, and the final two went around jimin's arm's, raising them above his head. jimin's heart was pounding.
"you look like a porcelain doll," seokjin said, admiring him. "so smooth and delicate." jimin could do nothing but groan, as the tentacles around his thighs were taking up most of his mind now. the two free tentacles made their way to jimin's ass, poking deviously.
"now, jimin. the first lesson in incubus knowledge is that we never ask for consent. we just do. but i must ask you; are you ready to submit yourself, for the use of us?" yoongi asked, staring at him. a tentacle made it's way around jimin's dick, massaging the sensitive tip. jimin could do nothing but nod. "good. that's what i wanted to hear, slut."
yoongi slid a tentacle up to jimin's ass, making it's way inside. jimin panted at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut. it filled him up, the lingering feeling of the tentacles on this thighs and cock sent him into overdrive. yoongi smirked.
"lesson two. incubi can shapeshift, as well as many other abilities. that means, that i can expand my limbs," yoongi grinned darkly, jimin's eyes widening in fear. seokjin smirked, stepping forward. small horns began to protrude on his head, the bumps on his back beginning to morph into wings.
"seokjin, step back. put your wings and horns away," said jungkook, rolling his eyes. seokjin gave him an odd look.
"aren't we doing our little suck thing? you know, where we toy with someone and then suck out their life force?"
"no," jungkook laughed, "i've got an idea in mind for him. don't drain him today. i did earlier; you saw what happened."
jimin let out a sigh of relief, his insides curling up. yoongi returned his gaze to jimin. "back to our lesson. that means i can do this-" jimin let out a shrieking moan as yoongi's tentacles expanded, the circumference increasing by a few inches. yoongi curled the end and gripped onto his prostate, about a foot deep into him now. jimin let himself hang in yoongi's arms, thrusting against the tentacle that had a grip on his dick. the movements got faster and faster, moving at lightspeed. jimin felt his insides curl, and he clenched, and-
and then nothing. yoongi removed his tentacles, leaving him dangling by his wrists. jimin yelled in frustration. yoongi smirked darkly.
"lesson three. incubi are never fair."
