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Who knew about it?
Someone around you knows or knew about you having sex with the Beast. Why aren’t they talking about it?
“Gh…uh.”
Nathan moaned, breathless, pinned to the ground as he was, right behind his house, not too far into the woods, the ground muddy under his knees, clothes hanging torn from his limbs. Vines were around his wrists, keeping them locked in front of him, arms stretched out, hips up in the air and more vines keeping them in place as well, his thighs bound to their individual calves, spread as far apart as they could. He could barely move, back bowed against the restraints.
He was helpless like that, different tentacle-like vines caressing his body in some places, slimy secretion helping them along, enough that it dropped from his skin, soaking into his flesh. They played with his nibbles, some loosely hanging around his neck as well, pressing against it when he moved away too much, taking his breath away. He whined low in his throat, more vines inside his mouth, shoved deep, making him swallow the slimy fluids over and over again. His mind was already hazy from the taste, from the amount of juice he had been drinking from them almost nonstop. The smell of clean water, the perfume of waterlilies when no pond was near, was also in his nose the entire time, making him dizzy as well, potent as it was.
He wondered what Marcel would think when he saw him like this once more. Would he be shocked again, would he be able to believe that this… thing… still wasn’t over? That he was still doing what he had seen happening before?
Nathan wouldn’t know, wouldn’t be able to predict it. He hadn’t seen Marcel in quite a while, when the other man had tried to help him get rid of his problem. When he had tried to kill the beast taking advantage of him. He wasn’t even sure how long that had been ago, the haziness of his brain not helping either. He swallowed more juice, gagging as he was shoved onto the tentacles in his mouth, backside screaming at the hard pounding of the creature behind him, which they belonged to.
Long clawed fingers were holding his ass cheeks apart, pointed nails scratching into the plump meat of his flesh, showing how wide his poor rim was stretched around the cock plunging into him without pause. It oozed as much fluids as its tentacle-vines did, making the squishy noise it produced with every thrust, almost unbearably loud, making him flush even more, ears hot, gagging on the vines in his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when it hit the special spot inside him, pummeling into it non-stop after his body twitched around its dick, milking it, making his body shudder uncontrollably. It made sure that he would squeeze around it with each thrust. Oversensitive, dick leaking translucent liquid. The pleasure was overwhelming, keeping him on the edge.
He couldn’t even remember what he had been thinking about a moment ago, mind blank except for the uncontrollable pleasure being pushed into him, his body thrumming with heat, slick with the slimy substance the monster leaked, filled to the brim with its large cock and vines, feeling it rearrange his insides, his belly getting taut each time it rammed back into him, his stomach filled with it fluids from both sides.
It growled, teeth bared behind him, large mouth filled with sharpness, not that he was able to see anything, eyes dazed and barely open, looking into the far distance ahead of him, not even seeing the glow of his house. He gagged, not even noticing anymore, body moving to the thrusts of the creature. It grew more aggressive, the slap, slap of skin on skin getting especially loud, the squelch of fluids loud in the air. A whine, choked away by the vines in his throat, tears flowing. He trembled, cock spurting another spout of liquidy come, not remembering how often he had already climaxed today.
A hiss from behind him and suddenly he could feel it coming inside him, throbbing, flooding the insides of his channel, deep inside his belly, his insides almost bruised by the strong stream of fluids leaving its cock.
Nathan could only gurgle around the vines, eyes rolling back again, its tentacles suddenly spurting even more liquids into his throat, too much for him to swallow at once, its juices dripping from between his wide used lips, down his chin. His throat was working helplessly, bulging around the vines still lodged inside. He could feel the pulsations of the erection rammed deep into him, still filling his body with its cum, not yet finished with breeding him. It was dripping down his restrained legs, squeezing out from around the length lodged inside, its hips grinding against his ass. He was sure his belly was already showing the amount of semen that was pumped into him. His body that was held taut by its clawed hands and vines binding him in his arched position. His insides were raw and hot, spasming around the intruders on both sides, whimpering as much as he could.
Breathing hard.
He was just a warm sheath to its massive appendages at the moment.
Marcel long forgotten.