Wylas' Tale: Wylas' Bad End

"Mother... he's trembling. He's scared..."

Alisiyah's hand stroked her son's back, soothing him. On the other side, Selesta stroked his hair. Wylas' breathing slowly stablilized. He was still leaning his hands against the table. Selesta gently lifted one hand, putting her bare midriff right at eye level for her brother, and hugged him close, pressing Wylas' face into her naked flesh.

"What's going on?" Wylas swallowed, shifting his head, looking up now into his sister's pure, beautiful green eyes. "You... don't hate me?" He sniffed. Tears, of fear, of regret entered his own green eyes.

"Hate you...?" Selesta laughed a little, and guided her brother's face upwards, up to one of her pink nipples. Wylas hesitated only for the briefest of seconds before latching onto it, suckling, licking at her beautiful nipple and her lightly-freckled, nearly flat breast. He sucked hard, lapping at his sister, looking up at her with his own pale, effeminate face. Behind him, at his bent waist, Wylas could feel his mother's hands slowly bunching up the fabric of his nightgown, slowly uncovering his hairless legs and thighs.

Slowly uncovering his backside. He could feel a strong, slender hand on his balls, and his cock, and his anus. His mother.

Wylas whimpered in confusion into his sister's chest. Whimpered in arousal. Whimpered at the wrongness of it all, and his own inability to protest, to deny himself what his body so clearly wanted.

"How could I hate you? You're my brother... and what you did to me felt sooo...." Selesta's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She lifted up her skirt, revealing her tiny, smooth little pussy. "Do you want to try? Do you want to know how it feels?" Selesta stroked her vagina in front of Wylas' face. It looked smooth, and delicious.

Wylas nodded, unthinking. Selesta's fingers wound their way through his hair, holding his head steady. She guided him low. Behind him, Wylas' mother held his hips, stroked his slim ass, caressed his slender penis.

"I think... what you did... felt a little like this," Selesta buried Wylas' face against her smooth snatch, letting him lick. He moaned loud. He tasted his sister's hot, wet treasure. Even if it belonged to Selesta, his sister, it was hairless and feminine and absolutely perfect. He licked, appeasing her soft folds to the best of his inexperienced tongue's ability.

After a moment of tongue-filled bliss, he frowned.

Where his lips were pressing, something was pressing back. Wylas looked up, Selesta was still smiling but she looked... somehow sinister. Vengeful. His sins began to creep up into his mind. Wylas looked down, and tried to push his hands back on the table in desperation. His mother held his hips steady. His sister was holding his head by his tangled hair, but with a little struggle Wylas made some space, and looked down.

In front of him, Selesta's vaginal lips had parted, their wet folds spread wide. Some... thing squirmed its way out.

Sonething waxy, and alive. Sonething horrifying and white, with bright pink veins. Slimy arousal and lubricant clung to it as it exited his sister's vagina. It was long, getting longer, and it was thick, and it moved left... then right... then forward, undulating sickeningly before stretching out further from Selesta's pussy, going right for Wylas' vulnerable face.

A smelly, rubbery flesh tube, with a tapered center closed off by a rim of its own puffy tissue - for all the world in the general shape of Wylas' own uncircumcised penis when it was soft, when the tip was closed off by his foreskin.

Only it wasn't like Wylas' soft, trembling little nub at all. It was long, and getting longer. It was moving on its own, and it was almost at Wylas' lips. He screamed. It shot forward.

Wylas' shriek didn't stop in his throat, but it was cut off at his lips. Tears of pain, horror, and betrayal began streaming down his freckled cheeks. Selesta's hips moved, humping slightly. More phallic tentacle was climbing down, crawling down Wylas' esophagus. It stuffed his mouth, stretched his throat, and made his jaw ache. Wylas could taste it, the flesh, could feel it sliding on his pink little tongue, invading him, stealing away his ability to breathe. Stealing his ability to do anything but take more, more evil flesh down his tight little throat. He was defenseless. He looked up, and another thrust buried more breeding tube down his throat, raping his face. Wylas tried to bite. The rubbery thing filling his mouth just squished slightly, tough and unbroken.

"Yes... that's what it felt like. You're feeling it brother. I can tell. I can see it swimming in your pretty eyes. You did this to me. You deserve this."

Wylas' hips were lifted off the ground behind him, denying him leverage. His body squirmed uselessly, suspended, held up by his mother behind him; his hair, his own hands, and his sister's tentacle cock in front.

Something crawled in between his legs. Sick horror filled Wylas' mind, his mother... the same thing. Another flesh tube behind him. It moved independently of Alisiyah's hips, rubbing along his smooth thigh, then sticking straight and stiff in between his stiff, trembling legs, resting below where his own little cock stood at attention. He could feel its opening, oh gods its slimy opening, move upwards, against his cock head.

He could feel it kiss him, in his most vulnerable place. It - the thing, the sex tube, it kissed and licked his pink helmet. It began retreating backwards, unnatural 'mouth' still open, and moved down his shaft. Multiple little feelers came out the end, and caressing his penis. Wylas' screaming and struggling was stronger than ever. His hands pounded at the heavy table in front of him. The kissing tentacle with its multiple writhing little partners was at his fragile balls, and Wylas' fear for his little sack while it was stroked and lightly squeezed almost made him forget that he couldn't breathe, that he was getting throat-raped. The tentacle climbed higher, though, until it rested in his bare crack, touching his sphincter. Kissing it, caressing it, probing it. Something small slipped just barely inside, one of the mini-tentacles, then another. Selesta lifted his face off her stem, and Wylas coughed, sucking in air.

"No," He said weakly, and then groaned as more soft flesh forced its way against his hole, pressing... pressing... and then...

"Ahhh!" A little shriek escaped his lips. His mother penetrated him. Her thing slid in slowly, steadily, not breaking pace. It filled Wylas' ass, going in deep, causing him to bite his lips but...

It was truly uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt much. The tentacle's rubbery length was simultaneously firm and squishy.

"Do you think he likes it?" Selesta asked, and rubbed her alien cock on her brother's face, letting it trail slime from its opening, defiling his delicate features. One of Alisiyah's hands left her son's hips, allowing him to be suspended almost entirely by his penetrated butthole. She reached around to his cock, and gave it a single stroke.

A viscous strand of precum dripped down, drooling all the way to the floor. A little, amused laugh mocked Wylas from behind. His mother's laugh.

"Of course he likes it. He's a slut. He's going to be a good little breeder for us..."

A... breeder? Wylas gasped, as his thoughts were interrupted by his mother's hands on his balls, lightly squeezing them. He was so... so full. His insides were so stretched, so bloated. He dropped his head, looking back and underneath, and could swear he actually saw his slender stomach move, a long bulge in his midsection, slowly pumping him.

"Lick it." Selesta's voice commanded Wylas, and he looked up to her eyes, then down at... at... Wylas groaned. Her tentacle had retreated some, back inside her tight body. Wylas licked his lips, and shook his head vigorously, horrified by the ugly, swaying, thing in front of him. It licked around its own opening back, and Wylas saw slimy black tentacles, like long leech tails, come out of the puffy pink-and-white tip. He shuddered, trying to retreat, impaling his ass further on his mother's organ, knowing that those same horrifying things had touched his fragile testicles, and were now exploring deep in his rectum. He had to get away. He couldn't look at it, and couldn't close his eyes. Selesta's hands gripped his hair even harder, painfully, "Lick it, slut, or it's the throat for you."

Wylas' mind, in a valiant effort for self-preservation, allowed him to achieve some kind of grip on his total panic. His brain remembered its suffocation, having that thing blocking precious air. His mind-shattering revulsion was suppressed, for just that second.

Looking into his sister's emerald eyes, searching for mercy, pity, anything that might save him, Wylas stretched out his pink tongue. Straining, his blood curdling in absolute fear and disgust, Wylas... licked it. Around the slimy edges of the puffy phallic hole in front of him, and... in. Inside, just a little. It licked back, a single, slimy black tentacle slithered out, touching his tongue... wrapping its sinuous way around Wylas' tongue then, wrapped around, it began stroking - masturbating his little pink muscle, forcing him to taste every inch if its sick-sweet sliminess. Wylas stopped licking, and just allowed his tongue to stick straight out of his mouth, allowing the thing to play with it, toy with it. The tube got close to his lips, as its black tentacle explored Wylas' mouth, running underneath his lips, licking at his gums. Wylas moaned. He kissed it. His sister's alien cock, he began making out with it, feeling it kiss back, feeling it flex and return his affection.

"Such a good slut..." Wylas looked up at his beautiful sister, into her eyes, and flushed, but didn't stop kissing and sucking the appalling, revolting appendage that had climbed out of her smooth vagina and raped his throat. "Help him cum, Mother."

Behind him, Wylas heard a silvery, natural laugh - his mother's laugh that he had heard a thousand times before. She withdrew herself just a little from his ass, "Hmm... now where is it... there!" Something stroked Wylas' insides. There was a strange, twisting pressure and... Wylas gasped, and his legs twitched. His little sack contracted, and with an unceremonious little splurt! a wet puddle of semen appeared on the floor beneath him.

"Again!" Selesta's mouth said above him, and Wylas looked up, as confused as ever, as again he felt that twisting, strange pressure and again his sack contracted, emptying itself further.

"Again!"

"Mph-o-ooo," Wylas tried to protest with his sister's evil thing now in his mouth, now beginning to fuck his face deeper again. The pressure was there, in his ass, as before, and now the discomfort in his testicles grew, as they contracted around nothing, as they were forced to squeeze themselves further, trying to force out a liquid that wasn't there. A single, pathetic little spurt joined its brethren in the puddle between Wylas' legs.

"I think he's dry. It's time," Wylas felt a smooth female hand stroke his buttcheeks, then spread them. He wriggled a little, wondering what new torment might befall him.

"You feed him, I'll breed him."

Wylas looked up with bloodshot eyes, his sister's... it was deep now, deep in his throat. He groaned around it, struggled, massaging the thing with his abused throat muscles. It was going deeper...

"You're hungry, right? All this delicious food on the table... that's for us. You're going to be fed a little differently than you're used to from now on."

Something bulged along his sister's cock, a ripple of expanded flesh rolled down, stretching Wylas' poor jaw and throat further. Something... some lumpy liquid spurted deep, deep into Wylas' esophagus, draining directly into his stomach. More, and more... filling him.

Behind him, a similar kind of ripple formed in his mother's cock, stretching his abused anal ring as it passed and... Wylas groaned in burning pain as the ripple hardened the squishy tentacle inside him, making it hurt like never before.

"Just hold on a little longer, Sweetie. Your sister is just making your meal is all settled in your tummy, and I'm going to make sure that my load is all settled in your breeding hole. You've got a couple of nice, fat eggs inside you..."

Selesta's tentacle slowly withdrew, allowing Wylas to breathe. It hung, straight down from her vagina, long and obscene, dangling between her perfect young legs. Wylas coughed, and felt something in his nose, some leftover of whatever Selesta had forced into his stomach. "What? N-" Wylas coughed again, "Noo..."

"Yes! You're going to be a kind of mommy for us. I'm going to make some slight... modifications... and you'll be taking much bigger clutches in no time." A hand reached around, stroking Wylas' belly. Even to him, he could tell... it was distended, bulging sickeningly with his meal and... something else. His eggs. His pregnancy, several hard orbs deep in his ass. His mother finally withdrew her breeding tentacle, and some kind of wet fluid emptied from Wylas' wrecked little hole. Wylas collapsed and curled into a fetal ball - shuddering, gagging, crying, holding his stomach.

"I'll bet that you'll be holding ten, even twenty little eggs in no time! I wonder how big you'll get..."

The leftover... thing... whatever Selesta had shot into his stomach and had escaped into his nose began to irritate Wylas more. It was... wriggling. Wylas snorted in horror, panicking, trying to expel it.

It released, plopping onto the ground in front of him. A tiny little squid-like maggot, white with black tentacles, squirmed weakly on the floor. Wylas' stomach churned dangerously, and only the thought of seeing more, feeling more inside his chest and mouth and nose made him hold onto the disgusting, wriggling mass in his stomach - his breakfast.

Wylas wept into his hands, knowing that he deserved this. His world went black as he slowly fainted, his mind shutting down rather than processing the horror of his new existence.