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“For the last time, are you sure about what you are doing?” Kernog asked his companion Jarvis, as the two of them made their way through the cave network sprawling under the Warlock’s Tower. Or rather, what was left of it after the Five Years War.
“Dude, for the last time, this map is legit. L-e-g-e-e-t legit.,” the wolf replied. “I mean, we haven’t stumbled upon any dead end yet, right?”
“I wouldn’t take it as a proof of quality,” the gorilla groaned. “Hey, don’t walk so fast! You’re holding the torch.”
“You’re the one that is walking too slow,” Jarvis complained. “Besides, what are you, five?”
“We are under an abandoned magic lab, Jarv. Who knows what’s creeping in the dark.”
The lupine chuckled. Kernog’s eyes shot daggers at his fellow adventurer’s back, when he suddenly heard a weird noise. Above.
Squish. Squish. The gorilla looked up, but he could not see anything with the very poor light, whose only source was slowly walking away.
“Jarvis, wait. Come back, you moron…”
“Okay, that’s it. Grow a pair, you scaredy-ape,” the wolf dismissively replied, as he kept his pace.
Kernog lunged forward at his comrade’s pursuit. This is the moment the creature chose to strike. A single, precise, gulping motion.
The world turned dark. As well as insufferably hot, humid, and tight…
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How much time has passed? Minutes? Hours? Kernog was not so sure anymore. The only thing that kept the gorilla conscious was the relentless milking of his cock, and the eggs passing into his mouth.
The whole process started right after one of the creature’s tentacles had attached itself to his penis and started sucking. A vice-tight, yet smooth suction which had mercilessly brought the adventurer to erection, then to the edge of orgasm, while the other tentacles had been restraining further. When his cock had erupted for the first time, he had felt the semen flow up, pumped by the monster like a straw with a drink. A couple minutes later, the creature’s maw had squeezed his head further, tightening around his skull, and he had felt the first orb force itself into his body.
It was using him. The creature was using him as a seedbed, in more ways than once. It forced an orgasm out of him, used the extracted seed to fecund its eggs, then regurgitated the spherical spawns in the primate’s body, alongside some a substance that made his prostate and his balls feel like fire, and go overdrive. Orgasm, egg-laying, orgasms, egg-laying. Eventually, Kernog’s drugged body was producing sexual fluid so continuously and fast, that the creature simply slithered a tendril inside his urethra to feed directly at the source, and there was now an almost uninterrupted string of eggs going down one by one inside his bulging stomach.