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Tender Addiction for the Tentacles

Collaboration for the Muskyteers _ – _ Flora -Themed Story

Adventurers often stumbles on odd situations

Ventazd – White Mage 50 _ – _ 1875/1875 Health

With the rain season ending, Quarrymill braced for impact.

Even though the place was near the trading routes leading from Gridania to Ul’dah, there was another reason it bustled with adventurers of all sorts and origins.

Mages, Dragoons, Warriors, Scholars, Conjurers. Whether they wore plate or mere clothes, the city seemed to abound with adventurers who had been packing up potions and all sorts of other consumables before it was late evening.

Some had even bought new armor or blades from the numerous traders. The latter had joined the madness, hoping to earn a hefty amount of gold.

It was almost impossible for Ventazd to advance through the streets without almost stepping on a Lalafell and provoking a diplomatic incident.

The burly Hrothgar had to watch low for the smaller races while also looking ahead for the massive Roegadyns. Some often ignored etiquette so they could have the best spot for the Sun Festival.

Either way, the White Mage was definitely hyperaware as he was among the crowd pushing through the streets, with the city disgorging itself of all its population in the fields around. The same large wooded fields that had been drenched by the rainy season.

Which would soon be overcrowded by Ochus.

One of the many reasons for Quarrymill’s presence and its importance for adventurers. The Sun Festival existed because, as long as one could remember, the rain season was followed by a stampede of Ochus sprouting from the fields and rushing to the town.

In another era, it would have spelled the Quarrymill’s end and prompted the inhabitants to move elsewhere.

However, the killing of Ochus produced an influx of Aether that nourished the nearby plants and bolstered the future harvests.

As such, with the Sun Festival came many adventurers, wanting to take part in what could be considered a yearly ‘Ochu Slaughter’. During that Festival, the adventurers would harvest the Ochus’ organs to count how many fiends they’d killed in the contest.

And as with such contests, the reward was a hefty amount of gils. Hefty enough that you’d step closer to owning a house near the city-states.

However, if Ventazd was there, it wasn’t for the contest.

As a White Mage, he was a healer. His role was to make sure no one would be hurt on the field, whether by the Ochus or their allies.

Yet, he wasn’t there for the healing contribution either. He refused the gifts offered to the healers willing to spend the festival period tending to the reckless adventurers’ wounds.

No… The reason was far more perverse, as the White Mage had to hide his smile, feeling nervous as he followed the crowd to the biggest field prepared right by the city doors.

Already, roots and flowers sprouted from the ground, signs of an Ochu infestation. The sickeningly sweet perfume filled everyone’s lungs as they prepared themselves.

Black Mages and Conjurers recited their spells. Warriors, Dragoons, and even Rogues sharpened their blades and were ready to unleash hit after hit on the invasive species.

For a moment, it was as if the crowd froze. Everyone held their breath, waiting when the last sunrays would disappear behind the mountains. Then… the future battlefield quaked.

The sprites and spirits flared with power; their lights came forth as the packed dirt broke apart and the first tendril peeked through. Then came the first Ochu.

The creature was small, about the size of a dog, but made of vines and tendrils, with a flower protruding from its back.

Two extended stalks, raised ahead, served both as arms and eyes for the plant creature as it sprouted from the ground with a shrill cry.

CHTUNK!

The blade planted itself within it, ending the shrill noise only for another to resume elsewhere. And another, and another.

Soon, the field filled with the sound of the Ochus coming to life like parasites, their flailing tendrils smacking and hitting whoever was close.

At the sight, Ventazd had to wipe his mouth while leaning over his cane.

Covered with dark brown fur, the Hrothgar looked quite aged with a beard and long hair attached to a ponytail… But he moved with a nervous energy as he waved his hand, and Aether gathered around him.

A white aura surrounded him, soothing and warm, before it spread to all the adventurers around the field. It spread, encompassing the men and women, wrapping over them to ease their sore muscles and knitting the gashes back together.

In a second, it was as if a sigh of relief spread across the battlefield while the blades and spells flew across, collecting the army of small, invasive creatures.

Ventazd smiled and chuckled nervously.

“Wait… Who’s that guy?” asked a Roegadyn behind. Another mage who wore a typical blue robe, much like Ventazd. Though they shared the same job, he looked at Ventazd in awe.

“Who? Him, Ventazd? Oh, he’s an eccentric. Don’t imitate him. He always comes here for the Festival. He’s a weirdo who refuses the gils.”

“What? Why? He’s handling everything alone. I feel so useless.”

“Don’t worry about it. Enjoy the free gils and keep your strength for later,” replied an Au Ra standing by the Roegadyn, her voice dripping with disrespect. “Ventazd is a weirdo. He overexerts himself. Last time, we had to drag him back to the inn.”

“Such dedication. He must be an expert, then?”

“An expert? Pfh. I am way better than him. You can learn from me. But I don’t know why he’s always staying here and why he’s so…”

“So?”

“Weak.”

Ochu brood inflicts 50 physical damage.

Ventazd’s ears fluttered as he heard people speaking about him. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care as he wiped the sweat off his brow and continued to lean over his cane.

He wasn’t here to listen to them commenting on his performance. He wasn’t here because he wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t here because he was a saint or anything.

The reason would appear to them if there were any daylight.

If people could clearly see or hear him amidst the melee. If they could see the vines wrapped around his boots and creeping upward. Or if they could hear his muffled breath.

No, he smiled. He breathed heavily and even had to fight not to have his tongue loll out as he readjusted his glasses and watched the adventurers.

**Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage.

• Constriction – Loses Health points**

He had to watch and observe, to show and present the same familiar face of an eccentric healer who joined the Sun Festival each year.

So nobody could see the vines creeping under his robes, climbing over his chaps until they reached his exposed ass and groin. Until they ascended to his exposed chubby belly, to his sizeable moobs… Or to his nipples.

They never crept higher, never reached for his throat or anything. But they were always there. Always waiting for him, always creeping over him during the Festival.

Then… With a focus, the White Mage raised his hand and cast a Cure spell towards an adventurer whose arm had been cut by a flailing Ochu.

The powerful Aether wrapped around the adventurer, closing the wound while replenishing his blood supply. The pain was erased, leaving behind no trace of the wound except the puncture through the plate.

“Thanks, old Cat!” shouted the Hyur, waving at the large brown-furred Hrothgar.

Unaware of the hits unleashed upon the Healer.

**Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage**

The three hits, the three smacks on the Hrothgar’s fuzzy testicles were exquisite. He gulped loudly, looking around nervously while he felt blissful. His claws dug into his shoes while he had to lean on his cane even further.

People even commented that he looked a bit light-headed. But… They didn’t know.

Ventazd relished it as he whispered lowly, feeling the vines wrapped around the base of his testicles strangling them even more.

“You keep punishing me. But I keep coming back,” he whispered with a low chuckle. “Old friend.”

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

“Hrmphh!”

The last hit was quite intense, like a lash on his testicle. But in the darkness, the old Hrothgar could only… Lick his lips. And savor the pain. Enjoy as his nuts throbbed with the pain, as his cock was hard under his floaty robe.

His uncut shaft was already entirely stiff and dripping onto the ground, the angry red tip even shooting against the fabric and coating the inner layer with precum. At the same time, the Hrothgar readjusted his glasses and readied himself to cast a spell.

His body… His genitals were hurting so much. He was hurting so much. But he couldn’t pass it. He had to return to the Sun Festival.

_ Ventazd – White Mage 70 – _ _ 0 __ /15700 Health _

_Ever since he’d tasted such masochistic pleasure.

It happened ten years ago. By that time, he was considered a seasoned veteran. An expert in his domain and in healing. A monster across different fields, sought after by many_ F __ree C_ ompanies_ for his skills.

_It was in the middle of one of the desired expeditions that he stumbled upon the Sun festival.

Maybe… Maybe a different him would have stepped away._

_Instead, he came there and joined the slaughter in a mere communal effort. It shouldn’t have cost him much.

That time around, he wore floaty robes… And in his boredom, he hadn’t noticed the vines creeping inside his clothes. He hadn’t noticed until they’d slipped inside his pants and briefs. By then, it was too late._

_Bashful, he endured the abuse the Ochu Brood unleashed upon his body…. Upon his ass. His clothes were torn off under the robes, exposing everything until every quarter of exposed skin throbbed with pain.

Until, under the assault of much weaker creatures for an entire evening, the Hrothgar…_ Fell.

_ Ventazd – White Mage 65 – _ _ 0 __ / 14200 Health _

_The people questioned his weakness or his inability to join their expeditions.

They questioned why he would stay around_ Quarrymill or inquire about the Sun Festival. Or be around Ochus or other creatures. But soon, the Free Companies ignored him. Meanwhile, he had to return… He had to return to Quarrymill after the rainy season.

_And this time, the Ochu Brood was there. Waiting for him.

He thought about using his holy magic to burn them, and then to warn the other healers. But the moment the tendrils played with his asshole, it was over. He grinned, he smiled… And endured the abuse during a whole evening until he passed out from exhaustion… And from having ejaculated three times over such a period._

_ Ventazd – White Mage 59 – _ _ 0 __ /9800 Health _

_The free companies had entirely discarded him.

The friends and contacts he had made on the expeditions would outgrow and forget him. Meanwhile, he explored himself. His needs, his desires.

The pain he’d felt, the punishment, was something he’d tried to find from other Hrothgars or other Roegadyns. But it wasn’t as primal. It was safe, too safe, too… Sympathetic._

_Their solicitude was appreciated, but Ventazd desired more.

And he returned to the Sun Festival again, the front of his groin exposed. Making it easier for the tendrils to explore him, to play with his weakening body. To fuck him, to stuff his ass with their gelatinous cum and eggs._

_ Ventazd – White Mage 57 – _ _ 0/ __**5000 Health

Ventazd – White Mage 54 – _ _ 0 __ /4100 Health

Ventazd – White Mage 52 – _ _ 0 __ /3500 Health**_

_Ventazd had learned that healing and helping the adventurers meant he was punished. The Ochu Brood wasn’t stupid. No, it was not only smart enough to recognize when he cast a spell to help, but also to recognize when he feigned to cast.

Faking out didn’t work. Whatever controlled the Ochus was smart. Smart enough to get him addicted, to make him feel new things._

_It was more brutal than before. It was more aggressive than before.

It reacted in accordance with Hrothgar’s needs, making him yelp and moan but never cry. Never beg for it to stop. Even if it neared it, sometimes.

And the aging Hrothgar only knew… Only knew he needed to return there as soon as possible._

**Ventazd – White Mage 50 – 1220/1875 Health

• Constriction – Loses Health points

• Filled – Anally filled

• Suction – Nipples stimulated**

The Hrothgar’s Adam's apple bobbed as he watched one Warrior get a profound cut.

Sure, it was grim and terrible. But something he could easily heal as he gathered Aether… And couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

Such a heal, such an amount of Aether. It had to mean a bigger punishment?

He licked his lips in anticipation as he unleashed the spell, shuddering like an addict.

**Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage**

Ventazd almost cried.

He bit his lower lip, his fingers clutching his cane while the tendrils inside his robes gave his testicles two hefty smacks. But it wasn’t only on his testicles. Even his ass got a spanking, though he had to readjust his robe not to reveal anything as his buttcheeks were battered, beaten, burning, warming up.

In return, the pain made his buttcheeks clench naturally, and the pressure on the tendrils inside his ass grew. Grew so much while the pain skyrocketed, due to his guts clenching and pushing back against the penetration.

+ Ochu Poison – Poisoned

Ventazd’s eyes widened.

That was but two pinpricks around his nipples. He definitely felt it, abnormal compared to the usual. It was almost… Disappointing. Was it his new punishment?

Or so he thought before he felt something itch. And then ache. His nipples ached. They definitely hurt as if they were now pierced by needles and pinched at the same time.

That was abnormal; that was wrong; that hurt.

Ventazd’s smile only grew, his tongue almost lolling out.

It was so hard to control himself, to keep quiet, not to moan loudly and get caught. His focus was slipping enough that other healers were coming into the fold, casting their spells.

They assumed his panting was from exhaustion. They assumed he was already running ragged.

But they couldn’t be further from the truth. No… His panting was from the tendrils pushing despite his clenched buttocks. It hurt… But in return, the pain made him feel good, alive, there.

It grounded him as much as it limited his movements and actions.

The same as the pain now sparking through his chest, making the pectorals clench, and so were his guts as the poison seeped deeper. Its presence was going through his bulging veins, his heart going faster while that pain was… Making his every action painful.

Breathing? Shards in his lungs and chest. Moving a finger, a needle in the smallest muscles.

And in return?

His cock? Throbbing, dripping, bobbing?

Oh, it was definitely as if it’d been dipped in hot water. But he enjoyed it.

Ventazd… Loved it.

“That’s… That’s a good punishment. I take back what I said,” moaned the Hrothgar, feeling the little smacks on his cock like burning lashes.

Ochu Brood inflicts 25 physical damage

It was painful. It was pleasant. It was deviant.

But the old Cat couldn’t and wouldn’t dare to have it stopped. His testicles were lovingly squeezed, probably like two overgrown fruits in a fuzzy pouch, redder from the lashes.

And his ass? Oh, now the tendrils were pulling on the rim in different directions. The pressure they applied was painful, but so was the stretching of the muscles and the thousands of needles that ‘planted’ inside the sphincter.

“I… I am about to cum, old friend,” said Ventazd, passing a hand over his sweaty face. He had all the difficulties not to fall, and he had to lean on the cane so much.

But he was definitely feeling that growing inferno within his groin. He sensed how his testicles were pulled lower and lower, stretched down while his cock continued to spray the inside of his robes, releasing a funky aroma that would soon follow him.

Yet… He raised one hand.

It hurt.

It was hurting so much, even the faint movement of the digit. Index finger, thumb. Only two moved, but even then, it was as if his muscles were getting planted through.

Yet, he gathered Aether at the tip before he mumbled a few words, a blessing that went and was aimed at a fairly young Warrior, whose wounds were relatively shallow.

**Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

• Plugged – Urethra plugged**

Oh, the Hrothgar bit his lip to the blood.

The taste was ferrous… But he had one tendril going inside his urethra, penetrating and pumping inside his cock. The stretching was then echoed by his skin being on fire on the outside and the inside.

It felt like an infection or attempting to pee after an orgasm… Nevertheless; he felt the wiggling inside his cock while his testicles were receiving lash after lash.

He even felt the tendrils continuously prickling his nipples before they yanked and pulled on them. Before they tugged it so heavily, it was getting dangerous.

But masochism, desires, needs.

They had meddled together, meddling with his thoughts and replacing his worries with the craving.

He craved the violence as his fingers wouldn’t drop, and instead, he gathered the Aether again. The Warrior he looked at was quite terrible, barely able to lift his sword or to fight the Ochus running at him.

The Hyur earned a few shallow wounds even though he was protected. And each time…

**Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage**

The old Cat’s mouth opened, and he moaned loudly.

However, the field was so chaotic that nobody heard it. Nobody saw the old Feline going cross-eyed and getting punished. They wouldn’t hear the squelching as four tentacles were pumping in rhythm inside his ass.

They wouldn’t hear as his guts were pummeled from within, bulging obscenely while some liquid was pumped inside. They barely noticed his balance shifting the moment the tendrils had reached his prostate and bladder, teasing the former while plugging the latter.

Ventazd’s smile grew, despite his eyes being half-closed.

Asha heals Ventazd for 100 damage

“Are you well, old man?”

“Y-Yes. Thank you. One… Ochu must have grazed me,” said Ventazd, trying to be gentle.

The Hyur behind him grimaced, then stepped away, mumbling about how an Ochu could have reached him.

Yet, Ventazd was both… Happy and yet dissatisfied.

His body was lighter, and he was more energetic. But the pain and the hits had lessened… Until he raised his fingers again.

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

He hiccuped; he almost roared. He almost came.

His cock bounced, burning, while everything he’d felt before came back with a vengeance. Came back and struck his mind like a mace. His tail swayed behind him while he dropped to one knee, his face burning… The front of his robes was damp.

But it was too dark to see as he groaned, felt that the tendrils now had a mere angle to hit inside his ass, to beat it… To tease his love spot with their brutal love taps.

“Hey, Ventazd, right? If you’re tired, you can step back!”

**Endreth heals Ventazd for 400 damage

• Aspect Benefit – Regenerate**

**Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage**

“I- I am fine,” squeaked the Hrothgar, almost biting his own cane.

His voice came so high and weak, it was almost like a mouse’s sound. But the tendrils were brutal now, punishing him for letting the others heal him. Whatever good they did, the tendrils were undoing it by pumping more poison.

By hitting faster and faster, by hitting the depths of his prostate in a frenzy.

The old Hroth’ felt like he was teetering on collapsing. His vision was veiled, with sweat pouring over him, making his clothes damp. He could barely see the fighters anymore; they were but a blur in front of him.

Even holding onto the cane was an effort; the strain on his knuckles was echoed by the thousand needles planted inside them. Inside him, at every movement, down to his gasps and panting breath.

He could smell the battle nearby… But he could also smell his own sweaty odor, smell the cloying aroma of the Ochu brood poison in his breath… And then, he could feel the minty flavor of the sap dripping from his ass on the floor.

He… If they had brought any lantern closer, they’d see the mess he was, the tendrils joining his legs and body from below the robes. Then, he gulped and pushed with his arms.

“I- I am fine,” he said with a reassured voice as he pushed… But couldn’t move. “I… Need a moment to breathe.”

He even chuckled to add to that, though the sound was nervous.

The tendrils had wrapped around his hands and wrists, locking him kneeling on the floor. His eyes widened, but it was too late as he had the tendrils going up his sleeves, meeting with the others… And now meeting with his mouth.

That was a first. A definite first as his eyes widened and a tendril pushed into his mouth.

“Hmph!”

+Silenced – Fed by the Ochu Brood

Fed.

That was it. He was fed the same sap that was pumped into his ass, minty green and with a sweet flavor. But it numbed the tongue… And it numbed his throat. Then it numbed his nose as the pressure inside made it spray out. Then, it dripped from his nostrils.

Before numbness took over, Ventazd shuddered from the coldness inside his nose. But then, it was over.

Then he could relax.

Then he could enjoy.

**Endreth heals Ventazd for 350 damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage**

**Nayava heals Ventazd for 550 damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 50 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage

Ochu Brood inflicts 100 physical damage**

The lashes were repeating themselves, brutalizing and abusing the old Hrothgar.

But he was past the point of fighting against his bindings or trying to free himself.

He heard grunts or whispers behind him… But he couldn’t care anymore… Not as he had the tendrils pumping their luscious poison inside him, filling him, stuffing him.

He even felt some squishy oblong shapes being pushed inside him, pressing against his prostate that was squeezed inside and out.

But no orgasm. He could feel the pleasure but not yet the fateful clench, not yet the fateful orgasm.

But he smiled. He smiled as the chaos surrounded him, as the other healers were pushed behind and further into the melee due to the Ochus pushing the adventurers back. He was in the middle of the chaos, in the middle of that conflict.

Yet, he wasn’t afraid.

He wasn’t stressed. He had no worries, nothing plaguing him as his body was now rocked from the floor, the tendrils pumping inside his asshole that gushed that sap whenever he wasn’t plugged.

His mouth was full, and his stomach felt heavy yet numb… Then.

**- Ochu Poison – Poisoned

• Plugged – Urethra plugged

• Blissful – Rewarded by the Ochu

• Level Drained – You lost against the Ochu **** Brood**

Ventazd’s eyes rolled. He came. He finally came.

It was so good, so powerful. So intense. His urethra was freed at the same time he felt that fateful clench. As he felt that orgasm nearing… His cock shooting inside his robes.

Ventazd – White Mage 47 – 0/1675 Health

-

When Ventazd reopened his eyes, he could feel the warmth and weight of the blanket upon his naked body. The pressure within.

He ought to be comfortable. The soft contact. He purred… But a second later; he frowned. He opened his eyes, only to straighten up.

“Ah, you’re awake, old Cat?”

Ventazd blinked. He was in his bedroom, comfortable; familiar. Same wooden walls, same dirty window barely allowing light to pass through. The only difference was the Roegadyn Healer on his right, busy cutting apples.

“What… Where?” asked Ventazd.

“You’re at the Inn. We grabbed you after the Ochus jumped you,” said the Roegadyn.

“The Ochus jumped me?” asked Ventazd, scratching his temple.

His thoughts were fuzzy after he came. The best… Orgasm he’d had in his entire life. He could still remember the many cumshots, the cold shudders, his asshole clenching on the tentacles stuffing his ass.

Then he groaned, daring to look away from the Roegadyn to peek under the blankets. No wounds, for sure. But his belly looked and was… Heavy.

“Oh yes. You collapsed, and they jumped on you. They were like defending you. But then we pushed them back and grabbed you. The experts handled the poison… But you slept for two days. Are you okay?” asked the Roegadyn.

“Y-Yeah,” mumbled Ventazd, shaking his head. “Can… Can I have a moment? I need to use the pot.”

“Oh. Sure. Eat the cuts. I prepared them for you,” said the Roegadyn as he dropped the half-prepared apple on the table, along with six little fruit cuts on the plate. He stood up, went to the door, and closed it on the way out.

Right on time, as Ventazd threw his head back and moaned.

His asshole burned. His asshole was itching. Aching. The Hrothgar felt so heavy… So darn heavy, as he felt something squishy force out of his orifice.

The moment he woke up, he felt them. The eggs.

One of which easily crowned and rolled out in a squelching release before… He watched it. The soft surface, the oblong shape, the green goo inside the translucent membrane.

He saw it… As well as he saw his own erection and the thin tendril attached around the base of his ballsack. And somehow… Ventazd grinned.

Ventazd – White Mage 47 – 1675 /1675 Health

**+ Egg-bound – The Ochus Brood blesses you

• Level-drained – You should earn your levels back**