But even more than that, Ignis was worried about them seeing him in his present situation. He knew that he had to prioritize his safety, but he didn't know how he would be able to live with himself if someone saw him being held by a monster, legs spread, greedily gulping down its intoxicating secretions.
“Ig...nis?”
It was too late.
No matter how hard he clenched his eyes shut, it wouldn't change the fact that Noctis was standing there. He'd been found. What was done was done. Instead of burying his head in the sand, it was wiser to give Noctis a warning. The sacrificing of his dignity was worth at least that much.
When the root in his mouth backed away slightly, Ignis shut his lips so it wouldn't be able to enter again. Looking at Noctis through bleary eyes, he mouthed, “Hide.”
Noctis stood there a moment, rightfully staring in shock. He looked ready to summon his weapon, but he was smart enough not to engage without understanding the situation.
By a miracle, Ignis was able to speak. “I don't think... it can hear... But it can... sense movement.” He sucked in a breath that he let out as a stuttering moan that dampened the corners of his eyes with a combination of intense pleasure and shame. “Don't let it... catch you, too...”
Nodding wordlessly, Noctis moved back a few paces until he was half-hidden behind a large rock. From there, he was able to survey the situation at a safe distance. Thankfully, he didn't look disgusted, and Ignis's heart flipped over in his chest with relief. More than anything, Noctis looked concerned and like he was ready to strike down revenge on that monster for taking something that didn't belong to it.
As relieved as he was, Ignis still wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand it. He had to be dignified and composed at all times – especially around Noctis. As one who was supposed to guard and protect the prince, it was a disgrace for him to need Noctis to rescue him. After it was over, he would be sure to apologize to him.
“Are... Are you hurt?” Noctis asked.
His body still feeling too weak to move, Ignis couldn't even shake his head. “No,” he answered. “I don't... think so...”
He was grateful that Noctis was concerned, but he looked a little more than concerned. Rather than repulsed, he was watching him with an intrigued face; his eyes focused, a light red color in his cheeks. Noctis leaned himself against the rock and tried to avert his eyes, but he kept stealing interested glances at him.
“You know...” His eyes darted back and forth between him and the ground. “I had a dream like this once.”
“What.”
That was all Ignis was capable of saying, and that seemed like the appropriate response to a statement like that anyway.
Looking a bit flustered, Noctis nervously grasped a hand in the front of his shirt. “Y-yeah. Except I was the one in your position. Sorry if it sounds like I'm making light of your situation, but hey, if it's not hurting you, then... It can't be all that bad, right?” His hand slipped down the front of his shirt to his waist where his fingers traced the edge of his belt. “Does it feel good?”
He... couldn't lie.
“Y... Yes,” he gasped. That gasp turned into a long, irresistible moan as the roots under his arms tightened and the ones inside of him wriggled forcefully.
As he kept his eyes on him, Noctis began undoing his belt. “Hey, as long as I'm here, why not try letting yourself enjoy it? If it tries anything funny, I'll warp-strike the shit out of it. Don't worry about anything. I promise I won't tell the others about any of this.”
So, he had his permission to enjoy it? To look that way in front of him? He didn't mind? Noctis... wanted to watch?
It was ridiculous and too much to handle, but the relief Ignis felt wasn't understated. Once he realized that he was able to stop feeling ashamed, it was like his mind abandoned the thought of it altogether and dedicated itself one hundred percent to the pleasure infiltrating his body.
Somehow, it felt even more intense than before. As the roots inside of him dove deeper, making his stomach bulge, he let out a nearly hysterical-sounding noise. Spotting its chance, the root that had been in his mouth forced its way past his lips once again and flooded his throat with its slimy residue. It was hard to find it disgusting when it was just a plant or a fungus or whatever it was. All of the unpleasant thoughts from before were gone. As if he were floating in a new plane of consciousness, Ignis was ready to surrender his body and mind without resistance.
Through the heated haze in his brain, his eyes focused and fell upon Noctis who was watching him with an enraptured expression. An unreasonably proud feeling arose in Ignis's chest, feeling grateful to be watched so attentively by his prince. Just knowing that he was watching was enough to make his cock twitch and drip precum.
Noctis had one hand in his pants, the other working the waist down over his hips. He was looking around anxiously, probably worried about anyone else coming and seeing what was going on. Ignis thought that things had already been bad, but if Gladio and Prompto happened to come and saw Noctis with his pants down, hand on his cock, jerking it to him getting fucked by a monster...
That wouldn't have been good. That wouldn't have been good at all. Ignis tried to tell himself that he shouldn't feel aroused by that idea, but his body just wasn't in the mood to care about silly things like basic human dignity.
“I almost wish I could join you,” Noctis said, “but I don't want to get caught up like that, too. Then we'd both be stuck... But it looks like it feels really good. I've never seen you like this before. I hope you aren't going to get addicted to it.”
Addicted? He might've been. Between the taste of its slimy secretions and the spore's effect, it felt like he'd been altered. Hopefully one time wasn't enough to make him addicted. But... He was definitely going to remember that moment forever and he knew he'd keep thinking about it. It wasn't the sort of thing that would be easily forgotten.
“If you like how that feels, maybe I should get on top more often,” Noctis said, leaning heavily against the rock with a sly grin. He stroked his hand over himself more quickly. “Are you close? You must be a lot stronger than I am. If I were you, I would've probably come ten times already. I'm just watching and I'm already ready to bust. I bet you'd disagree with me, but I think you look extremely sexy right now.”
While he was being humiliated and degraded by a monster?
Ignis wished he could send him his thanks, but he probably would have been too embarrassed to admit how flattered he was to hear him say that. He'd been so worried.
Suddenly, the roots inside of him began to quiver, squirming around wildly. It felt like they were growing thicker, stretching him open wider... But then it passed. It took Ignis a moment before he realized what that sensation really was.
There was something inside of the roots. He thought they were just solid stems, but they were the monster's appendages. There was something inside of them – something round – that was coursing toward the tip of both of the roots inside him. Whatever it was, he didn't want the monster to release it inside of him, but he could do nothing to stop it. His limbs still refused to obey him, and he wasn't even able to yell with the other root gagging him.
He could feel it approaching the end of the roots inside of him, whatever it was. After thrusting into him rapidly, the entwined roots came to a halt and he felt them twitching and pulsing, releasing something inside of him. It felt round like an egg, but if the monster were more plant than monster, it may have been a shoot or seed. As he felt it expanding his stomach, Ignis howled around the root in his mouth and came hard, his body seized by a climax that shook him all over and made his vision go blank.
Afterwards, the roots were mercifully withdrawn from him and the monster lowered him down into the soft bed of herbs.
He felt exhausted and he still couldn't move, but at least he was able to breathe more easily. And at least he was still alive. That certainly counted for something.
Noctis must have finished. Unable to move his head, Ignis looked up and watched as Noctis hastily fixed his clothes. Once he made himself more or less presentable, he approached slowly, cautious of the roots that were still lazily wiggling about.
“Is that it?” Noctis asked, looking over Ignis's shoulder. He must have been referring to its main body; that little earthy turtle thing. “Can't lie, it's actually kind of cute. Like, in an ugly way, you know? When I first got here, I was ready to slash all these vine things, but now...”
“Right?” Ignis laughed. “I thought the same. As far as monsters go, it seems relatively harmless. I s'pose it was just looking for a playmate.”
“So you really did enjoy yourself.”
Ignis felt his face heating up. “Would you just help me, already? I can't move. It sprayed me with a pollen that made my body go numb. Trust me, if I'd been able to fight it, I would have.”
“Kay. I'll do this carefully – don't want it to turn us into its permanent playmates.”
Noctis put his hands under his arms and lifted him up slowly, keeping an eye on the monster. It was hard to tell if it had a mind of its own. It just stared at Noctis as he picked him up and began to move away with him in his arms.
Ignis felt him jump slightly, startled when the monster retracted its roots back into the ground. They disappeared beneath the herbs and only the first two were left above ground, resuming their charade as a pair of innocent mushrooms. The monster opened its mouth and let out something of a yawn, then sleepily dug back underground and went back to looking like an inconspicuous patch of grass.
“It totally disappeared,” Noctis mumbled in astonishment. “That's some impressive camouflage.”
Noctis carried him away a short distance and set him down once they were safely behind the rock he'd been partially hiding behind earlier. Although he was totally helpless, Ignis felt comfortable under Noctis's care, if not somewhat guilty...
As Noctis used the handkerchief from Ignis's pocket to clean him and helped pull up his pants, Ignis looked aside, feeling a pang of shame. That must have meant that the spore's effect was subsiding, but he didn't feel relieved.
“I'm sorry,” he said.
Eyes wide, Noctis looked up and stared, blinking. “Huh? What are you sorry for? I was the one who took advantage of the situation. I should be the one apologizing.”
“It was irresponsible of me to leave camp on my own without knowing about the area first. I got myself trapped in that situation and may have never made it back. What right do I have to call myself your adviser when I could be fooled so easily? And to require your help...”
“It's alright.” Noctis placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, nudging their foreheads together. He looked up into his eyes and smiled. “Seriously, do you think that's all you are? You mean way more than that to me. You always have my back, so it's only natural that I repay you. I'm really glad I was able to help. And...” His smile turned slightly bashful. “I'm glad I was the one who found you. The others are out looking in the other direction.”
“It's still early. Were you all worried when you couldn't find me?”
Leaning back, Noctis sat in the grass and scratched his cheek .”Uh... W-we were just hungry, actually.”
What had he expected?
That made Ignis laugh, though. Things weren't nearly as bad as he expected.
“So, are you alright?” Noctis asked, sitting next to him. “I'll wait here with you until you're able to move again. Hopefully it wears off soon.”
Ignis tried to move his fingers and was surprised when they twitched. They felt terribly tingly, but at least he was regaining movement. “Soon enough, I believe. I think I'm alright otherwise. Although...” He could feel the shape of something round and firm inside of him. There may have been two.
“Although?” Noctis echoed curiously.
Deciding that he would rather keep it to himself for the moment, Ignis shook his head to dismiss it. He didn't want Noctis to fuss over him more than he already had. Whatever it was, he could take care of it himself. “I'm fine. Breakfast is what's important now. I already gathered some of the herbs I came here for, but I wouldn't mind some help.”
None the wiser, Noctis gave him an enthusiastic grin. “You got it, Speccy.”
Before long, Ignis regained his ability to stand on his own. He and Noctis looked around a little more for ingredients before returning to camp.
On their way back, as he watched Noctis walking ahead of him, Ignis put a hand over his stomach and sighed, a secretive smile twisting the corners of his mouth.
FILL: Sugar Vine (4/4)
“Ig...nis?”
It was too late.
No matter how hard he clenched his eyes shut, it wouldn't change the fact that Noctis was standing there. He'd been found. What was done was done. Instead of burying his head in the sand, it was wiser to give Noctis a warning. The sacrificing of his dignity was worth at least that much.
When the root in his mouth backed away slightly, Ignis shut his lips so it wouldn't be able to enter again. Looking at Noctis through bleary eyes, he mouthed, “Hide.”
Noctis stood there a moment, rightfully staring in shock. He looked ready to summon his weapon, but he was smart enough not to engage without understanding the situation.
By a miracle, Ignis was able to speak. “I don't think... it can hear... But it can... sense movement.” He sucked in a breath that he let out as a stuttering moan that dampened the corners of his eyes with a combination of intense pleasure and shame. “Don't let it... catch you, too...”
Nodding wordlessly, Noctis moved back a few paces until he was half-hidden behind a large rock. From there, he was able to survey the situation at a safe distance. Thankfully, he didn't look disgusted, and Ignis's heart flipped over in his chest with relief. More than anything, Noctis looked concerned and like he was ready to strike down revenge on that monster for taking something that didn't belong to it.
As relieved as he was, Ignis still wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand it. He had to be dignified and composed at all times – especially around Noctis. As one who was supposed to guard and protect the prince, it was a disgrace for him to need Noctis to rescue him. After it was over, he would be sure to apologize to him.
“Are... Are you hurt?” Noctis asked.
His body still feeling too weak to move, Ignis couldn't even shake his head. “No,” he answered. “I don't... think so...”
He was grateful that Noctis was concerned, but he looked a little more than concerned. Rather than repulsed, he was watching him with an intrigued face; his eyes focused, a light red color in his cheeks. Noctis leaned himself against the rock and tried to avert his eyes, but he kept stealing interested glances at him.
“You know...” His eyes darted back and forth between him and the ground. “I had a dream like this once.”
“What.”
That was all Ignis was capable of saying, and that seemed like the appropriate response to a statement like that anyway.
Looking a bit flustered, Noctis nervously grasped a hand in the front of his shirt. “Y-yeah. Except I was the one in your position. Sorry if it sounds like I'm making light of your situation, but hey, if it's not hurting you, then... It can't be all that bad, right?” His hand slipped down the front of his shirt to his waist where his fingers traced the edge of his belt. “Does it feel good?”
He... couldn't lie.
“Y... Yes,” he gasped. That gasp turned into a long, irresistible moan as the roots under his arms tightened and the ones inside of him wriggled forcefully.
As he kept his eyes on him, Noctis began undoing his belt. “Hey, as long as I'm here, why not try letting yourself enjoy it? If it tries anything funny, I'll warp-strike the shit out of it. Don't worry about anything. I promise I won't tell the others about any of this.”
So, he had his permission to enjoy it? To look that way in front of him? He didn't mind? Noctis... wanted to watch?
It was ridiculous and too much to handle, but the relief Ignis felt wasn't understated. Once he realized that he was able to stop feeling ashamed, it was like his mind abandoned the thought of it altogether and dedicated itself one hundred percent to the pleasure infiltrating his body.
Somehow, it felt even more intense than before. As the roots inside of him dove deeper, making his stomach bulge, he let out a nearly hysterical-sounding noise. Spotting its chance, the root that had been in his mouth forced its way past his lips once again and flooded his throat with its slimy residue. It was hard to find it disgusting when it was just a plant or a fungus or whatever it was. All of the unpleasant thoughts from before were gone. As if he were floating in a new plane of consciousness, Ignis was ready to surrender his body and mind without resistance.
Through the heated haze in his brain, his eyes focused and fell upon Noctis who was watching him with an enraptured expression. An unreasonably proud feeling arose in Ignis's chest, feeling grateful to be watched so attentively by his prince. Just knowing that he was watching was enough to make his cock twitch and drip precum.
Noctis had one hand in his pants, the other working the waist down over his hips. He was looking around anxiously, probably worried about anyone else coming and seeing what was going on. Ignis thought that things had already been bad, but if Gladio and Prompto happened to come and saw Noctis with his pants down, hand on his cock, jerking it to him getting fucked by a monster...
That wouldn't have been good. That wouldn't have been good at all. Ignis tried to tell himself that he shouldn't feel aroused by that idea, but his body just wasn't in the mood to care about silly things like basic human dignity.
“I almost wish I could join you,” Noctis said, “but I don't want to get caught up like that, too. Then we'd both be stuck... But it looks like it feels really good. I've never seen you like this before. I hope you aren't going to get addicted to it.”
Addicted? He might've been. Between the taste of its slimy secretions and the spore's effect, it felt like he'd been altered. Hopefully one time wasn't enough to make him addicted. But... He was definitely going to remember that moment forever and he knew he'd keep thinking about it. It wasn't the sort of thing that would be easily forgotten.
“If you like how that feels, maybe I should get on top more often,” Noctis said, leaning heavily against the rock with a sly grin. He stroked his hand over himself more quickly. “Are you close? You must be a lot stronger than I am. If I were you, I would've probably come ten times already. I'm just watching and I'm already ready to bust. I bet you'd disagree with me, but I think you look extremely sexy right now.”
While he was being humiliated and degraded by a monster?
Ignis wished he could send him his thanks, but he probably would have been too embarrassed to admit how flattered he was to hear him say that. He'd been so worried.
Suddenly, the roots inside of him began to quiver, squirming around wildly. It felt like they were growing thicker, stretching him open wider... But then it passed. It took Ignis a moment before he realized what that sensation really was.
There was something inside of the roots. He thought they were just solid stems, but they were the monster's appendages. There was something inside of them – something round – that was coursing toward the tip of both of the roots inside him. Whatever it was, he didn't want the monster to release it inside of him, but he could do nothing to stop it. His limbs still refused to obey him, and he wasn't even able to yell with the other root gagging him.
He could feel it approaching the end of the roots inside of him, whatever it was. After thrusting into him rapidly, the entwined roots came to a halt and he felt them twitching and pulsing, releasing something inside of him. It felt round like an egg, but if the monster were more plant than monster, it may have been a shoot or seed. As he felt it expanding his stomach, Ignis howled around the root in his mouth and came hard, his body seized by a climax that shook him all over and made his vision go blank.
Afterwards, the roots were mercifully withdrawn from him and the monster lowered him down into the soft bed of herbs.
He felt exhausted and he still couldn't move, but at least he was able to breathe more easily. And at least he was still alive. That certainly counted for something.
Noctis must have finished. Unable to move his head, Ignis looked up and watched as Noctis hastily fixed his clothes. Once he made himself more or less presentable, he approached slowly, cautious of the roots that were still lazily wiggling about.
“Is that it?” Noctis asked, looking over Ignis's shoulder. He must have been referring to its main body; that little earthy turtle thing. “Can't lie, it's actually kind of cute. Like, in an ugly way, you know? When I first got here, I was ready to slash all these vine things, but now...”
“Right?” Ignis laughed. “I thought the same. As far as monsters go, it seems relatively harmless. I s'pose it was just looking for a playmate.”
“So you really did enjoy yourself.”
Ignis felt his face heating up. “Would you just help me, already? I can't move. It sprayed me with a pollen that made my body go numb. Trust me, if I'd been able to fight it, I would have.”
“Kay. I'll do this carefully – don't want it to turn us into its permanent playmates.”
Noctis put his hands under his arms and lifted him up slowly, keeping an eye on the monster. It was hard to tell if it had a mind of its own. It just stared at Noctis as he picked him up and began to move away with him in his arms.
Ignis felt him jump slightly, startled when the monster retracted its roots back into the ground. They disappeared beneath the herbs and only the first two were left above ground, resuming their charade as a pair of innocent mushrooms. The monster opened its mouth and let out something of a yawn, then sleepily dug back underground and went back to looking like an inconspicuous patch of grass.
“It totally disappeared,” Noctis mumbled in astonishment. “That's some impressive camouflage.”
Noctis carried him away a short distance and set him down once they were safely behind the rock he'd been partially hiding behind earlier. Although he was totally helpless, Ignis felt comfortable under Noctis's care, if not somewhat guilty...
As Noctis used the handkerchief from Ignis's pocket to clean him and helped pull up his pants, Ignis looked aside, feeling a pang of shame. That must have meant that the spore's effect was subsiding, but he didn't feel relieved.
“I'm sorry,” he said.
Eyes wide, Noctis looked up and stared, blinking. “Huh? What are you sorry for? I was the one who took advantage of the situation. I should be the one apologizing.”
“It was irresponsible of me to leave camp on my own without knowing about the area first. I got myself trapped in that situation and may have never made it back. What right do I have to call myself your adviser when I could be fooled so easily? And to require your help...”
“It's alright.” Noctis placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, nudging their foreheads together. He looked up into his eyes and smiled. “Seriously, do you think that's all you are? You mean way more than that to me. You always have my back, so it's only natural that I repay you. I'm really glad I was able to help. And...” His smile turned slightly bashful. “I'm glad I was the one who found you. The others are out looking in the other direction.”
“It's still early. Were you all worried when you couldn't find me?”
Leaning back, Noctis sat in the grass and scratched his cheek .”Uh... W-we were just hungry, actually.”
What had he expected?
That made Ignis laugh, though. Things weren't nearly as bad as he expected.
“So, are you alright?” Noctis asked, sitting next to him. “I'll wait here with you until you're able to move again. Hopefully it wears off soon.”
Ignis tried to move his fingers and was surprised when they twitched. They felt terribly tingly, but at least he was regaining movement. “Soon enough, I believe. I think I'm alright otherwise. Although...” He could feel the shape of something round and firm inside of him. There may have been two.
“Although?” Noctis echoed curiously.
Deciding that he would rather keep it to himself for the moment, Ignis shook his head to dismiss it. He didn't want Noctis to fuss over him more than he already had. Whatever it was, he could take care of it himself. “I'm fine. Breakfast is what's important now. I already gathered some of the herbs I came here for, but I wouldn't mind some help.”
None the wiser, Noctis gave him an enthusiastic grin. “You got it, Speccy.”
Before long, Ignis regained his ability to stand on his own. He and Noctis looked around a little more for ingredients before returning to camp.
On their way back, as he watched Noctis walking ahead of him, Ignis put a hand over his stomach and sighed, a secretive smile twisting the corners of his mouth.