[a/n: this prompt deserves so much, it's incredible, but in place of that, have a quick little fill i wrote in like an hour b/c i can't get this scene out of my head]
The compulsion breaks as soon as he enters the main chamber, Vokodo's lair, and he knows instantly how bad it is. The water isn't scalding, but it's uncomfortably warm, and the flowers have blocked off the path behind him.
They'll be coming after him, he knows. Fjord had tried to hold him back, and they would come after him as quickly as they could. But that didn't stop him from feeling very, very alone.
The only light was the faint glow of the flowers, not enough to see anything, and the shifting edges of Vokodo, more a looming, writhing shadow than anything else. It felt like the god took up the entire room around him, and there was nothing he could see but darkness.
"You," it growled, the voice echoing throughout the entirety of the chamber. "Insolent thief." He could feel the words reverbing in his bones.
"We didn't mean to-" he starts to drawl out, but there is a tentacle tight around his throat before the words can come, choking. He can't help but struggle against the grasp, but it does nothing, and his only recourse is a silent prayer to the Wildmother to guide his friends as quickly as they could.
"Offering," Vokodo growls, the grip around his throat growing lighter. "Mine."
"What is it you want, exactly?" he asks.
"Everything, belongs to me," it says. "You, belong to me."
He felt one of many tentacles remove the staff from where it was strapped to his back, moving to place it into Vokodo's hoard. More, tugging against the shield, finding the straps and releasing them.
"He takes from me," Vokodo mutters, as the tentacles pull off the straps to his pack. "I take from him, what is precious."
"I don't belong to him," Caduceus says. He tries not to flinch from the encroaching tentacles, hard as it is.
"You belong to me," Vokodo says, and the tentacles pull Caduceus closer.
They begin to pull off his clothing, carefully but quickly, and he watches his coat get folded and put into the hoard, followed quickly by his breastplate. He's defenseless, now, and he knows how easy it would be for this god to kill him.
The tentacles move and shift in their grips around his llimbs, as if they're posessively marking every bit of newly revealed skin. Vokodo drags him into the darkness, until he can barely even see the light of the flowers, where the entrance ought to be.
"Offering," it says, and Caduceus isn't sure what he has left to offer, which is about when it starts touching him in earnest.
He's enveloped, in the tentacles, in the darkness, he can't tell what parts of him are free from the grip and what parts are merely still. The tentacles circle around his limbs, run back and forth across his chest, and more slip to rub between his legs.
He tries to say something, but a thick tentacle enters his mouth, probing to find how deep it can go, and whatever words were meant to come choke instead on the inky darkness that surrounds him.
There's no way to know how long it keeps him like that. Vokodo's movements gain more force and more purpose, but never getting to a peak, never getting to an end. It can't be long, they weren't that far behind, it can't be more than minutes but it feels like it's been ages, like it will never let him go.
He jolts at the sound. His name, Fjord yelling, Caduceus echoes against the walls, and suddenly the water is burning, and he can feel the angry intent directed towards the entrance, can feel the burning hatred that pours off of Vokodo.
"Mine!" Vokodo shouts. "You steal from me, and I take what is mine."
There's talking, movement, he can hear the voices clearly but the tentacle in his mouth is cutting off all breath, and the water around him is still burning hot.
Beau's voice, calling out, and he can see the lighgt of the Star Razer, forcing a path through the endless swath of thick tentacles, slicing him free, leaving him to fall gently back doown to the sandy floor.
He can hear Vokodos anger, burning brightly, but it doesn't feel like it matters, and all he wants to do is float and fall and lie on the cool sand.
There's a force that fills the room of that sickly, controlling gaze, but he's able to resist it, this time, and despite the fact he doesn't feel like he can concentrate on anything, he casts bless.
fill: offering, caduceus/tentacles, non-con
The compulsion breaks as soon as he enters the main chamber, Vokodo's lair, and he knows instantly how bad it is. The water isn't scalding, but it's uncomfortably warm, and the flowers have blocked off the path behind him.
They'll be coming after him, he knows. Fjord had tried to hold him back, and they would come after him as quickly as they could. But that didn't stop him from feeling very, very alone.
The only light was the faint glow of the flowers, not enough to see anything, and the shifting edges of Vokodo, more a looming, writhing shadow than anything else. It felt like the god took up the entire room around him, and there was nothing he could see but darkness.
"You," it growled, the voice echoing throughout the entirety of the chamber. "Insolent thief." He could feel the words reverbing in his bones.
"We didn't mean to-" he starts to drawl out, but there is a tentacle tight around his throat before the words can come, choking. He can't help but struggle against the grasp, but it does nothing, and his only recourse is a silent prayer to the Wildmother to guide his friends as quickly as they could.
"Offering," Vokodo growls, the grip around his throat growing lighter. "Mine."
"What is it you want, exactly?" he asks.
"Everything, belongs to me," it says. "You, belong to me."
He felt one of many tentacles remove the staff from where it was strapped to his back, moving to place it into Vokodo's hoard. More, tugging against the shield, finding the straps and releasing them.
"He takes from me," Vokodo mutters, as the tentacles pull off the straps to his pack. "I take from him, what is precious."
"I don't belong to him," Caduceus says. He tries not to flinch from the encroaching tentacles, hard as it is.
"You belong to me," Vokodo says, and the tentacles pull Caduceus closer.
They begin to pull off his clothing, carefully but quickly, and he watches his coat get folded and put into the hoard, followed quickly by his breastplate. He's defenseless, now, and he knows how easy it would be for this god to kill him.
The tentacles move and shift in their grips around his llimbs, as if they're posessively marking every bit of newly revealed skin. Vokodo drags him into the darkness, until he can barely even see the light of the flowers, where the entrance ought to be.
"Offering," it says, and Caduceus isn't sure what he has left to offer, which is about when it starts touching him in earnest.
He's enveloped, in the tentacles, in the darkness, he can't tell what parts of him are free from the grip and what parts are merely still. The tentacles circle around his limbs, run back and forth across his chest, and more slip to rub between his legs.
He tries to say something, but a thick tentacle enters his mouth, probing to find how deep it can go, and whatever words were meant to come choke instead on the inky darkness that surrounds him.
There's no way to know how long it keeps him like that. Vokodo's movements gain more force and more purpose, but never getting to a peak, never getting to an end. It can't be long, they weren't that far behind, it can't be more than minutes but it feels like it's been ages, like it will never let him go.
He jolts at the sound. His name, Fjord yelling, Caduceus echoes against the walls, and suddenly the water is burning, and he can feel the angry intent directed towards the entrance, can feel the burning hatred that pours off of Vokodo.
"Mine!" Vokodo shouts. "You steal from me, and I take what is mine."
There's talking, movement, he can hear the voices clearly but the tentacle in his mouth is cutting off all breath, and the water around him is still burning hot.
Beau's voice, calling out, and he can see the lighgt of the Star Razer, forcing a path through the endless swath of thick tentacles, slicing him free, leaving him to fall gently back doown to the sandy floor.
He can hear Vokodos anger, burning brightly, but it doesn't feel like it matters, and all he wants to do is float and fall and lie on the cool sand.
There's a force that fills the room of that sickly, controlling gaze, but he's able to resist it, this time, and despite the fact he doesn't feel like he can concentrate on anything, he casts bless.
They need him. Fjord needs him. So he fights.