What It The Githyanki Made A Twisted Deal With Astarion To Get The Egg Safely Out Of The Incubation Room.

What it the Githyanki made a twisted deal with Astarion to get the egg safely out of the incubation room. He allows him to take the egg, and the next thing he knows he’s tied down and the egg is being forced between his legs.

Oh yes I love that. This became quite long… :D Imagine Astarion goes to talk with Varsh, the Custodian of the Hatchery, and the clever twink that he is he persuades the Gith to allow him to take the egg to safety. He turns to pick up the large egg, and suddenly everything goes dark.

When he comes to, he finds his wrists and ankles tightly tied down, and no matter how he tugs at them he can’t free himself. The others were so far behind the acid lake that they didn’t hear him yelling. Varsh appeared in front of him, kneeling over his prone form and stroke his hand across his bare abdomen. Where had his clothes gone? His head throbbed painfully.

”What are you doing you nasty fucker? I’ll pluck your eyes out when I free myself!” He snarled at the man, but only got a chuckle as a response.

”You promised to take the egg to safety didn’t you. I’m giving you the egg.” He kneeled between Astarion’s legs and touched a forceful finger at his asshole, humming. The vampire paled, if possible. He growled and tried to kick his legs at the disgusting man, but could only observe as he slicked his fingers and pried a couple of them inside his entrance. The stretching was already too much, Gith fingers being very thick and long. A long groan left his throat and he arched his back. The fingers were stretching him brutally, pumping in and out, a third and a fourth one being added way too soon. Despite the aggressive, painful stretch, the elf’s cock was soon standing up begging for attention. The gith paid no heed, just kept hitting his prostate and very soon the man’s whole hand was inside the elf.

Astarion was moaning and groaning openly, bucking his hips with the gith’s movements. Something about the slick he was using was starting to get in his head. It felt warm and nice, and the fucking was so good. Varsh squeezed two fingers of his other hand in, and then soon all four. Astarion had never felt so stretched. He felt lightheaded. He looked down for a second and saw the gith’s fist poking a bump into his stomach from the inside.

“Oaaghh oh dear gods!” The vampire moaned and bucked his hips again to try to get some friction for his leaking cock. Without a warning Varsh removed himself from inside the man, and the elf almost whined at the sudden, horrid feeling of emptiness. He could have felt the wind inside his hole, that’s how massively gaping he was.

Varsh chuckled at the pathetic man, retrieving the egg he had promised him. He coated the thing in the slick, and placed the pointy end at Astarion’s hole. The egg looked way too big to ever fit inside him. Despite the fact, Varsh started to push it inside. The rough surface of the egg caught at his rim immediately, and the gith used his fingers to help the ring of muscle around the shell. Astarion was practically howling at the feel of the textured shell dragging across the most sensitive part of his body. His cock was leaking. He was still stretching, and the egg wasn’t even halfway in.

“It’s not going to fit!” He gasped, but Varsh only pushed faster. A long moan filled the air. The egg was slowly but surely disappearing into him. It was dragging against his prostate in the most painful and pleasurable way. His lower stomach was bulging already. “Ah ah ah”, Astarion gasped when the egg was at its widest point, and then with a sick slurp it got swallowed by his hole. But Varsh wasn’t satisfied yet, he pushed it even deeped, soon his wrist swallowed by the elf, then his forearm. When he took his hand out, the egg was resting snugly somewhere inside the vampire’s stomach. He cut the ropes holding the man, and left.

Astarion opened his eyes when silence fell over the chamber. His belly was stretched over the egg like a pregnant woman’s womb around a full grown babe. Heart racing, eyes half-lidded he reached a hand to touch the dome, as if to see if it was real, and the his palm landed on the tight, hard belly, his cock erupted in the most intense orgasm of his life

She leads the way...

I've always been fascinated with the ideas of mimics changing into common items/furniture. There's the classic pulled into a chest mimic but what about the bench mimic that you say down on and now you're trapped squirming and helpless for hours. Maybe a cool helmet you found is now invading your mind and brainwashing you.

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