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Swallowed by the Nest

The Deepnest; a seemingly endless labyrinth of crumbling caverns and twisted tunnels. Ever since Ghost had fallen into that forsaken pit, he had been searching desperately for a way out. Unfortunately, standing between him and the way back was a gigantic reinforced steel gate. Piles of corpses littered the surrounding area, remnants of a fierce battle that had recently taken place. These signs made it clear that this gate was intended to keep the denizens of Deepnest out; a revelation that furthered Ghost's feelings of foreboding; this was a place he didn't want to be. With his only path back upwards blocked, Ghost had no choice but to travel deeper into those abyssal depths, hoping against hope that he could find another means of escape.

Fear was a constant companion in those forsaken tunnels. The darkness was suffocating, and the silence was deafening, save for the occasional earth shattering din of something monstrous burrowing through the nearby walls. It all felt so foreign, almost alien. Ghost's small lantern barely put out enough light to pierce the overwhelming darkness, making every step full of potential peril. All the hollowed out tunnels had left much of the soil weak and brittle. It wasn't uncommon for the ground to give way, collapsing into another tunnel, or worse, a pit of razor sharp spires. And those weren't the only unpleasant surprises lurking in the darkness.

He had already been forced to defend himself against a few of the local denizens; they were primal, savage, and their numbers seemed to come without end. They may have been no match for his trusty nail, but with each foe he struck down, his energy dwindled, and the fatigue of constant battle was beginning to get to him. If he didn't find a way out soon, he would surely be overrun.

In fact, he was still trying to recover his strength when he heard the skittering of legs approaching him. Another swarm of Dirtcarvers emerged from the darkness, seeking to make a meal out of the worn out knight. Ghost readied his nail, cutting down each foe that dared to approach him, but their numbers were slowly pushing him back. He continued to lose ground until his foot brushed over the edge of a cliff. He took a quick glance down the pit, and could just barely make out movement. A squirming mass of vicious centipedes, eager to devour anything that fell into their ravenous maws; an unpleasant way to die to say in the least.

He struck down another Dirtcarver as it lunged at him, yet even more came crawling through the tunnels. There didn't seem to be any end in sight. He took another desperate look behind him. From the faint glow of his lantern, he could just barely see what he believed to be the edge of another landing on the other side of the pit. It was a long shot, and there was no guarantee the other side was safe. But between the Dirtcarvers on this side, and the centipedes below, it seemed like his only choice. With one final swing of his nail, he swiftly turned around and jumped with all his might. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for a few moments; Ghost stretching out his hand as he reached desperately for the opposite ledge, Dirtcarvers pouring from the tunnel and spilling into the pit below. Time resumed its normal pace, Ghost's hand just barely clasping the edge as agonized screeches and loud crunching echoed up from below. He pulled himself up onto the ledge, shivering a little as images of Dirtcarvers being torn limb from limb filled his mind. That had almost been him.

With the immediate danger passed, the weary knight finally had a moment to rest. As he sat there, alone in the dark, waiting for his strength to recover, the exhausted knight's thoughts began to wander. He wondered if he would ever find his way out of here. Or was he doomed to wander these cursed caverns for the rest of his days? Would he ever see another intelligent bug again? The intrepid Cornifer? The mysterious Hornet? Hell, even Zote would be a welcome sight at this point. And what of his mission? Would his entire journey be in vain? Was he destined to die a failure...?

Ghost was pulled from his thought as something moved at the edge of his vision. He quickly drew his nail, looking around defensively while holding out his lantern to illuminate the darkness... There it was again! Something dashed just out of sight. His eyes followed the motion, leading them to another tunnel on the far wall. He could only barely see it in the dim light, but standing within the passage was another bug; one that was nearly a spitting image of himself. He hesitantly approached the figure, who quickly ran off into the darkness. Who was that? Was it really possible that there were others like him down here? Did they know how to navigate these tunnels? Did they know of a way out?! He had to find out, if there was even a chance other sentient bugs could be found, he had to take it.

Ghost jumped to the nearby passage and began to quickly but cautiously pursue the mysterious figure. Every so often he would see the creature, who would slip down another tunnel just as he approached. The behavior was strange; it always ran, but always let him catch up, as if it was leading him somewhere. Something in the back of his mind told him that this was a bad idea, that he may be walking into a trap. But curiosity and the hope of escape drove him forward. So deeper and deeper he chased the figure, dashing through a maze of twisted corridors. He wouldn't have though it possible, but it seemed the further he followed the creature, the darker and more quiet it got. Even the cacophony of burrowing could no longer be heard. And there was something else bothering him as well. Up above it has always felt like he was being watched by something, but here, he felt nothing. Not a solitary soul inhabited this desolate place. It created an eerie atmosphere that almost made him miss the near constant assaults on his life by the bugs above... almost.

After several minutes of pursuing the mysterious phantom, Ghost found himself within a long and narrow corridor. The endless expanse of darkness made it nearly impossible to see what was in front of him. And so he traveled cautiously down the passage, weary of the dangers that could be lurking right in front of him... THWIP! Ghost snapped around at the sudden noise. He peered into the darkness to find that the path he had just traversed was gone... No, not gone... blocked... by some kind of thick webbing. THWIP! Another patch of webbing shot from the wall, this time closer to him. THWIP! THWIP! A cascade of webs burst from the walls, quickly approaching his position. With great urgency, Ghost sprinted down the tunnel, those accursed webs not far behind, and closing in fast. He gave it his all, no longer looking back, focusing solely on the seemingly endless path ahead of him. The sounds of webbing began to fade, and for a moment he thought he had managed to escape the devious trap, until... GAK! His cloak snagged his neck, clotheslining the unprepared knight.

He looked back to find that a fresh set of webbing had ensnared his cape. In a panic, he tugged and pulled on the cloak, working desperately to wrest it from the clutches of that infernal webbing. But the sticky threads held strong, and in the end he only succeeded in pulling himself free of the cloak. He looked at the cape downheartedly. To others it may have only seemed like a simple rag, but to him it was something familiar, something precious. Along with his trusty nail, it had been with him since the beginning of his journey. To leave it felt like leaving behind a part of himself. But try as he might, he could not free the treasured garb.

So with a heavy heart he pressed on. He now had doubts about whether or not it was wise to continue following the strange figure. However with his path back sealed off, his only option was to move forward. A chill brushed across the wayward knight. Without his cloak, he felt exposed and vulnerable. But he tried his best to push those feelings aside. He still had his nail, and as long as he had that, he was not completely helpless. He could still fight... Even if his soft fragile body was completely and utterly exposed to any hungering eyes looking upon him... He shook those thought from his head, and tried to focus on the path in front of him. He still had no idea what lied ahead, and if he allowed himself to be distracted by unfounded worries, he could easily fall prey to another trap. However he could not fully dispel the fears from his mind, and an air of paranoia surrounded Ghost as he hesitantly continued his journey down that darkened passage. Several more fear filled minutes passed before he finally saw it, a dim light at the end of the tunnel. Could it be? A way to the surface? He picked up the pace a little, feeling the slightest bit of hope return. The light grew brighter until the tunnel opened up into a massive cavern.

An odd glow illuminated the area, finally allowing Ghost to see more than a few feet in front of him. But as his eyes scanned the room, he wished that he had still been shrouded in darkness. Corpses! The cavern was littered with the corpses of bugs large and small, all strung up by the same kind of webbing that had stolen his cloak. But in the center of the cavern, on a raised plateau, was the mysterious phantom he had been chasing. It simply stood there, no longer running, no longer hiding, as if it were waiting for his arrival. In the full light, Ghost could finally get a good look at the enigmatic creature. It truly was like looking into a mirror. But despite the near identical appearance, something still felt off about the being; something unsettling. And as Ghost took another look around the room, he couldn't help but wonder if this small creature was the monster responsible for this massacre.

He thought about turning back, but knew that was no longer an option. His only choice was to face the creature, and whatever purpose it had for him. He approached the figure slowly and cautiously. It made no moves, save to watch him constantly with its cold emotionless stare. But as Ghost drew even closer, the creature let out an unearthly screech. Suddenly a stock shot out from under its cloak, raising it slightly into the air. The base expanded suddenly into a large glowing glob, wicked barbs protruding from its spine. Four legs and two claws extended from the spine, and continued to grow until the once small beast now loomed over Ghost. Lastly, it shed the puppet covering its face, the lifeless husk falling to Ghost's feet, staring up at him with dead unfeeling eyes.

With its disguise discarded, the monstrous Nosk finally revealed its true form. A weathered mask sporting a pair of sharp tusks protruding down around its mouth, with a set of black mandibles nestled between them. Two eye holes adorned its face, from which a set of orange glowing orbs could be seen peering from the darkness. It truly was a terrifying visage. The monster reared back, unleashing another otherworldly screech, while Ghost unsheathed his mighty nail. Suddenly the beast charged forward, nearly trampling Ghost, who just narrowly managed to roll out of the way. The creature was surprisingly fast for its size. It whirled around, and sprang into the air, descending upon him with outstretched claws. But Ghost dashed forward, narrowly passing under the attack. He turned around, delivering a quick yet powerful slash to the monster's abdomen. Nosk screeched out in pain before spinning around, and lashing out with its claws. But Ghost jumped back, deftly dodging the attack.

Nosk was only getting warmed up though. It rushed forward, raising claw overhead and bringing it down on the knight. Ghost quickly side stepped the attack, but the other claw delivered a swift horizontal swipe that sent him tumbling across the ground. Fortunately he managed to recover his footing just in time to dodge another charging swipe from Nosk. He sprang up and over the monster, grabbing onto one of its spines and driving his nail into its backside. Nosk let out another screech of pain, and began to buck wildly, trying to dislodge the clinging knight. Ghost held on as best he could, but was quickly thrown from the creature's back. He managed to land in a crouching position, skidding back away from the beast while trying to anticipate its next move.

However Nosk seemed to realize that its strategy wasn't working. It jumped onto a nearby wall, well out of Ghost's reach, before suddenly shooting a glob of webbing from its mouth. Ghost just narrowly avoided the unexpected projectile, but it was only the first of many. Nosk fired a barrage of sticky projectiles at the knight, who dashed and tumbled away from each one. Nosk hissed in frustration, leaping from the wall and descending upon the aggravating knight. Once again Ghost managed to avoid the attack, but Nosk wasn't finished yet. It leapt into the air again, this time intending to simply crush the knight under its weight. Ghost tumbled out of the way, but another jump gave him little time to recover. He dove to escape the impact, landing roughly on his stomach. He rolled over just in time to see one of Nosk's claws coming down on him. He threw up the broad side of his nail in defense, bracing it with his other hand. The claw pressed against the blade as Nosk loomed over him, saliva dripping from its mandibles onto his exposed body. There was a momentary clash of wills, the blade and claw each fighting for dominance, before Ghost managed to parry the claw away with a surprising show of strength. He took the opportunity to regain his footing and distance himself from the monster. He stood at the ready, preparing to counter whatever the beast threw at him, while also trying not to think about the disgusting saliva oozing down his frame.

There was a moment of silence. Nosk paced in a slow circle, it's head tilting from side to side as the two stared each other down. This time it was Ghost who made the first move, charging the beast with his nail ready to strike. Nosk lashed out as he approached, but Ghost hopped over the attack, and unleashed all the power he had stored in one powerful slash square across Nosk's face. The monster cried out in agony, flailing around wildly as searing pain wracked its face. Ghost was forced to back off for fear of being trampled by the thrashing beast. But eventually its outburst died down, and its neck snapped to face him with what he could only assume was a hateful glare.

The monster rushed in, claws flailing wildly in a flurry of blows. Its attacks were quicker and more frenzied, making it difficult for Ghost to keep pace. He dodged and deflected as many strikes as he could, but a few blows managed to graze him, leaving shallow cuts in their wake. Finally a quick swat sent him flying back and crashing painfully across the ground, where he scrambled back to his feet as quickly as possible. Still a little dazed from the impact, Ghost began to back away the beast, hoping to put as much distance between him and it as possible. However disaster struck as his foot set down into something sticky. No! How could he have been so careless?! He had unwittingly stepped into one of the globs of web shot at him earlier!

Ghost worked frantically to pry his leg free from the webbing's grasp, knowing full well that if he couldn't, it would spell his doom. Nosk took notice of the Ghost's predicament, and decided to take full advantage of the situation. It charged the trapped knight, claw ready to strike down its foe. With his end fast approaching, Ghost pulled with all his might. Though the strands resisted his efforts, they finally snapped under the strain, releasing the trapped limb. However the sudden release of tension sent Ghost off balance, and he hardly had any time to recover before Nosk was upon him. The monster lashed out with its claw, and with almost no time to react, Ghost threw up his nail as a pitiful last ditch defense. The claw clashed with the ill prepared blade, striking with enough force to wrest the weapon from the knight's feeble grasp. 

The world seemed to move in slow motion for a moment as Ghost watched his most treasured possession fly up through the air and over his head. He quickly turned around and made a wild dive for the blade, sliding right to the end of the plateau as it careened over the edge. Time resumed its normal flow as Ghost reached out desperately, trying to grasp the hilt of his nail. But his effort was in vain, and he could only watch with despair as his last means of defense plummeted into the abyss. First his cloak, and then his nail? Before he had just felt vulnerable, but now, stripped of his two most precious possessions, he felt truly and utterly helpless. But the heartless Nosk felt no pity for its forlorn victim. Seizing the opportunity, it rushed forward and brought one claw down, intending to impale the defenseless knight. But Ghost quickly rolled to one side, only to have the other claw try its luck. He rolled out from under the beast and back to his feet. Nosk turned and approached slowly, seeming to know it had its prey cornered.

Ghost backed away, panic welling up in his mind. What could he do now?! He had no way to fight this monster! He had nowhere to run! He was doomed to become just another corpse in this monster's museum of horrors! His foot brushed the edge of the plateau and he nearly tumbled over the edge. He peered back into the vast darkness below. Just then, an idea struck him; a desperate crazy idea. But did he dare brave the unknown of the abyss? Or did he remain up here to face certain death? When put that way, the choice seemed obvious. Nosk pounced, and Ghost's decision was made. Without another though, he took a leap of faith, diving headfirst into the darkness below. The light began to fade and he heard one last screech of frustration from Nosk as he left that nightmare behind him. Despite the uncertain course in front of him, he still felt a sense of relief at having escaped that monster... THWIP! Ghost's descent came to an abrupt halt.

He looked up in shock to find a string of webbing had ensnared his legs, and was slowly reeling him back up towards Nosk's den. No! Nononononono! NO! The trapped knight began to flail wildly, desperately trying to break his bonds. But the webbing was too resilient, and he only succeeded in swinging around uselessly. Inch by inch the poor knight was pulled towards his inevitable demise, every moment filled with unspeakable dread. Images of those hanging corpses kept flashing in his mind. He pictured how he must look right now, already halfway towards joining their ranks. It was strange, the thought of dying in honorable combat didn't scare Ghost in the least, but for some reason the thought of being alone and helpless at the mercy of this savage beast was something that terrified him to no end.

By the time Ghost was finally within Nosk's grasp, he was already reduced to a quivering wreck. Nosk looked over its catch with prying eyes, manhandling the poor knight with its claws as it inspected every inch of his exposed body. Ghost's fear was heightened even more by Nosk's bizarre behavior. What was it doing? Looking for the most tender piece of meat to devour first? Nosk seemed to let out a hiss of approval as it peered between his legs. The beast brought its head in for a closer look, allowing Ghost to feel its breath wafting over his exposed member. A wave of terror and shame washed over him at having his privates explored so intimately. He feared the monster's mandibles would sink into his most sensitive of flesh at any moment. However Nosk just let out another approving hiss, and drew his head back.

The next thing Ghost knew, he was being spun around rapidly as Nosk secreted more webbing from its maw. Those sticky fibers wrapped around Ghost's midsection, thoroughly encasing his arms and chest, rendering him even more helpless than he already was. With its prey secure, Nosk suddenly sprang up and began to ascend the cavern wall, the ensnared knight in tow. It made its way to a spot on the ceiling, and began to lower Ghost down on a freshly spewed strand of thread. Once Nosk was satisfied with the length it stuck the web to the ceiling, cementing Ghost's place as one of the pieces in its collection.

This couldn't be happening! His nightmare had become a reality! The terrified knight struggled desperately as he swung among the corpses of those that had come before him. There had to be a way to escape; a way to fight back! He flailed and thrashed, but the webbing remained as strong as ever. Arms trapped, and feet dangling high above the ground, it seemed this time he truly was helpless. He was completely out of options. The only thing he could do was tremble in terror as he awaited whatever terrible fate Nosk had planned for him.

And it wouldn't be long before he learned what that fate was. His body went rigid as he felt movement vibrating through the web. He dared to take a peek upwards, and found that Nosk was descending the strand towards him. That sight sent a chill down his spine, and he resumed his frantic struggles. Soon the terrifying beast was face to face with him, once again looking at him with predatory eyes. Its head grew closer, mandibles clicking right in front of him. Ghost shunned away from those vicious instruments, fearing that this was truly the end for him.

But strangely, Nosk drew its head back, and instead began to rearrange itself, flipping around so that its abdomen was now facing the terrified knight. Ghost wasn't sure what was going on, but he swore he could see movement within the brightly colored belly. Nosk let out a low hiss, and Ghost noticed something protrude from the creature's lower abdomen. A long fleshy tube, wriggling and pulsing with excitement, a clear viscous fluid oozing from the tip; the very sight of it filled Ghost with disgust. The organ continued to pulse and swell, growing until it was nearly as long as Ghost was tall. What was that thing?! And what did Nosk intend to do with it?!

Nosk climbed down a little, lowering the rod so that it rested between Ghost's flailing legs. The panicking knight looked down, seeing the shaft beneath him ooze a fresh glob of fluid. And seeing his own tiny package flopping around between his legs, he finally began to put two and two together. No... This monster couldn't possibly mean to... Ghost struggled harder. The shaft raised up pressing between his legs, and smearing his taint with that slimy fluid. His frantic struggles grew even more desperate as he felt the tip of the rod probe at his vulnerable rear. This wasn't right! He didn't want this...! But wanted or not, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The shaft pressed against his bottom with ever increasing force, slowly and painfully working the sphincter open. Ghost clenched down hard, trying desperately to stop the invading organ. But the copious amount of fluid leaking from the shaft coupled with the sheer strength of the monster rendered his efforts futile, and only caused him further pain. The length pushed its way through his rectum, forcing apart those tight little walls as it worked its way ever deeper into his body. Over the course of his journey, Ghost had become no stranger to pain, but this was a pain unlike any he had ever felt. Never before had he been so completely and thoroughly violated. It felt like the tapered length was tearing him apart; forcing his inner walls to stretch beyond their limit, and shoving organs aside just to accommodate its girth. All the while, it continued to leak that viscous liquid, thoroughly coating his insides in the vile fluid. The whole thing just felt so disgusting and wrong.

It didn't seem possible to fit anymore of the monstrous length within him, and yet with each thrust from Nosk, the appendage sank ever deeper, violating the poor knight in ways he never even imagined. He jerked back and forth, trying desperately to get away from the invading member. But it was a futile gesture; with the length already buried deep within his bowels, there was no escaping its advances. Deeper and deeper Nosk pushed, forcing his length into the helpless knight until finally the slimy base of its slit pressed against Ghost's stretched pucker.

Feeling the extra gush of slime between his cheeks, Ghost took a hesitant look down. What he saw shouldn't have surprised him at this point, but it filled him with dread and disgust all the same. Nosk's abdomen was pressed flush against his butt, not an inch of its member to be seen; the entire thing crammed into his aching body. The very thought made him shudder. He wanted nothing more than to have that grotesque appendage removed, and for a moment it seemed he may actually get his wish. A long sickening slurp filled the cavern as Nosk slowly pulled its length from Ghost. Although there was a sense of relief at finally having that thing leave his body, it also left behind a frightening emptiness, a hollow feeling within the knight, that he wasn't sure would ever heal.

He didn't have long to dwell on it though, for just as the tip began to exit his abused hole, Nosk slammed the entire thing back in with one brutal thrust. A surge of pain shot through Ghost's body as he was once more filled with the monstrous length. He thrashed about in agony, his anal muscles clenching uncontrollably from the shock. Which only made it that much more painful when Nosk began to hammer away at his rear. Grotesque squelches and slurps filled the chamber as Nosk used the helpless knight like a living fleshlight. With each powerful thrust, that monstrous shaft tore through Ghost's bowels, sending sharp spikes of pain up his spine, and making his entire body lurch from the sheer force of the impact. Time and time again that abdomen slapped against his butt, threatening to tear him apart with its girth. Ghost was starting to believe that Nosk was intent on raping him to death.

But just as it seemed like he would be split in two, Nosk took one final thrust. With a loud hiss that Ghost could only assume was in pleasure, Nosk buried its length deep within his bowels. The shaft rippled and pulsed shooting copious amounts of vile fluid from its tip. The sheer volume of which was so great that it pushed back through Ghost's innards, spilling from his rear with a disgusting squelch, and splashing against Nosk's abdomen. It felt like forever before the torrent of fluids finally came to an end, leaving Ghost's behind thoroughly soaked in the slimy substance.

His entire body was trembling from the ordeal. Even though the rutting had stopped, his insides were still battered and sore. And then there was that disgusting slime that had been pumped into every nook and cranny of his bowels. It felt alien and utterly vile as it shifted around within him. But even more worrisome was the shaft still lodged within his backside. Hadn't the Nosk gotten what it had wanted? Why was it still here? Panic welled up in Ghost's mind as he once again looked out at the dangling corpses littering the room. If this hadn't been what killed them, then what did...?

As if to answer his question, a guttural squelch escaped Nosk's abdomen as something shifted within. Its entire lower half began to undulate rhythmically, while Nosk let out strangely amorous churs. A moment later Ghost felt something press against his already sore pucker, threatening to stretch it even further beyond its limits. He wanted to deny it, but deep down he now understood what Nosk planned to do with him, and it sent his heart pounding with terror. A fresh rush of adrenaline sent Ghost into a struggling fit. He wished desperately that he were somewhere else, anywhere but in the clutches of this foul beast, about to be turned into a living...

Ghost threw his head back in a silent shriek as the first egg pushed its way past his anal ring and slowly slid deeper into his depths. As bad as the ovipositioner had been, this was so much worse. Even with his insides thoroughly lubricated with that vile sludge, it still hurt like hell as the orb spread his bowels apart to make way for its passage. It was a horrible and terrifying sensation feeling the egg slither ever deeper into his body, forcing its way into areas never meant to be touched by another living creature. After what felt like an eternity of anguish to the poor knight, the orb's journey was finally complete, depositing itself within his innermost depth along with a fresh gush of fluids. Ghost was left panting and sweating heavily, his mind trying to cope with the alien sensation within his bowels. But Nosk's abdomen continued to contract, and the exhausted knight hardly got a moment's rest before he felt another egg press against his rear...

Ghost lost track of time as egg after egg was pushed through his bowels, each one just as excruciating as the last. The discomfort in his stomach quickly became unbearable as he was stretched until he was fit to burst. It took him a moment to even realize when the final egg had nestled within him, and Nosk began to pull its length from his body once more. Lewd slurps came from his rear with each tug of the shaft, until the entire length was finally removed with an audible pop that seemed to echo through the caverns. A gush of fluids spilled from Ghost's gaping butthole, drenching his inner thighs with its foulness. Even after the initial torrent died down, a steady stream of the viscous substance flowed from his behind, oozing down his shivering legs where it dripped from his dangling feet.

Ghost just hung there, too exhausted to fight anymore. His entire body was sore from the savaging raping and subsequent egg stuffing. His head hung low, allowing him to see the slight bulge in his belly. It both frightened and disgusted him to think about what lay just under the surface. He could feel them, shifting around his insides, violating his very being with their presence. But even worse were the painful contractions that wracked his frame as his innards tried to adjust to the foreign mass lodged within them, forced to cope with something his anatomy was never meant to handle.

Long pain filled moments rolled by, and yet Nosk did not leave his side. The beast simply stared at him intently with its creepy glowing eyes, as if it was eagerly waiting for something wonderful to happen. Ghost didn't want to think about what that meant. But whether or not he wanted to know, he would soon find out. It had only been mere minutes since Nosk had finished impregnating him, but Ghost could already feel a significant change from the eggs within him. They had started to wriggle and squirm, now actively shifting around his bowels. A great discomfort began to swell inside him, making him writhe in anguish. That was when the unnerving sensations reached their climax. One by one he could feel the eggs popping within his gut, each accompanied by dozens of tiny appendages skittering along the surface of his innards. Disturbing and unpleasant didn't even begin to describe just how wrong and unnatural it felt. Being a living incubator was bad enough, but now he was like a living nursery, housing dozens upon dozens of Nosk spawn.

The offspring quickly spread throughout his digestive tract, exploring every nook and cranny with their tiny probing legs. The sensation sent a fresh wave of revulsion through Ghost. The mere thought of those parasites turning his innards into their own personal playground filled him with disgust. At first their excursions seemed like the aimless wandering of newborns, but as the swarm descended lower through his bowels, it became apparent that there was purpose to their movement. They were not simply trying to torment him; they were hunting for something; they were searching for a way out! This realization led to an even more terrifying revelation. He was going to give birth to those little monsters, and there was only one hole through which they could escape.

Fresh pain wracked Ghost's insides as his bowels and rectum, which only just started to recover from their earlier abuse, were once again forced open by the swarm of seeking offspring. Their pointed legs and already chitinous hides poked and scraped along his sensitive inner flesh. It was even more torturous than being penetrated by Nosk's massive ovipositioner, like having a thousand tiny needles stabbing every inch of his innards. He wasn't sure how things could get any worse... Until he felt one of the offspring finally push against the inside of his pucker. Despite the incredible pain he was enduring, Ghost still resisted the offspring's advances, the thought of giving birth to such foul creatures too horrifying for him to even fathom.

But in spite of his best efforts, Ghost could not stop the course of nature. Slowly his sore butthole was forced open, allowing the first of the Nosk spawn to squeeze free from his rectum. The newborn crept around his taint and inner thighs, eager to explore the new open world around it. But Ghost paid little attention to his first born, already preoccupied with giving birth to his second offspring... And the dozens that would follow. It started with just a few, each making their way out one at a time. But as his pucker loosened and more offspring found their way through his bowels, they began to spill from his anus like a flood, quickly spreading across his entire body. Ghost shivered in horrified disgust as he was covered from head to toe in Nosk spawn. With long spindly legs, razor sharp spines, and bulbous orange abdomens, they truly were the spitting image of their parent.

As repulsive as it was, there was a small bit of relief to be had now that the ordeal was over, and his insides could finally get some rest. However that hope was shot down at its inception as Nosk let out a low hiss and Ghost felt something ooze onto his privates. He looked down, and to his horror, saw that Nosk's ovipositioner had once again emerged from its abdomen, and was gushing fresh globs of seminal fluid. No! It wasn't possible! It couldn't have been more than ten minutes since his first breeding, and already Nosk was ready for second round?! He couldn't endure another round of that! He would die! But unfortunately for the hapless knight, he had no say in the matter. He was nothing more than an incubator to Nosk, a warm body in which it could store its eggs. And this was made perfectly clear as Nosk pressed the tip of its shaft against his abused butthole...

For hours this pattern repeated itself; a continuous cycle of rape, impregnation, and birth. And yet by some miracle, Ghost endured it all. Although the constant abuse had loosened up his insides, the agonizing ordeal never got any easier, with each episode being just as painful and degrading as the last. He had lost count of the number of times Nosk had used him, and even more so the number of horrific spawn he had been forced to give birth to. They swarmed every inch of his body, both inside and out. And when there wasn't room for any more, they migrated over to Nosk. An ignorant observer may have found the union of parent and child touching or even cute, but to Ghost it just added yet another air of disturbance to the already vile creature.

At this point Ghost was pushed far beyond his physical and mental limits. If things continued on like this, he would surely perish within the hour. He may no longer have been able to show it, but he was scared. As horrifying as his situation was, he wasn't ready to die yet. But there was nothing he could do to stop it, and that feeling of powerlessness filled him with the kind of terror that could come from staring death in the face. Which is why it came as a shock when the final offspring left his body, and Nosk did not go in for another round. Was that monstrosity finally done with him? Would he finally get some desperately needed rest?

With his ordeal seemingly over, Ghost was on the verge of passing out, but a sudden movement by Nosk made him cling to consciousness. Through hazy vision he could just barely make out the beast turning itself around, and lowering its head down towards his dangling feet. What was it...? The horrifying realization struck him just before the first surge of excruciating pain shot through his left foot. The thing he had feared since the beginning! The thing he had nearly forgotten during his hellish ordeal! His greatest nightmare was coming true! Nosk... was eating him!

It was true. Hours of constant sex and egg laying had left Nosk absolutely famished. And with its incubator no longer of use to it, the only thing he was good for was as food to the starving beast. Nosk bit into him ravenously, tearing away chucks of tender flesh, which it quickly chewed up between its mandibles. The fear he had felt before seemed minuscule compared to the terror he felt now. There was something about being eaten alive that triggered a primal terror within him, a horror that could be matched by no other. Fueled by a final surge of adrenaline, Ghost found a second wind he didn't even know he had. He thrashed and flailed in agony as the monstrous creature mercilessly devoured his legs. His mind cried out for mercy, begging to be rescued from this horrifying fate. But his pleas went unanswered, and Nosk wasted no time in consuming him tiny knighthood before continuing up his midsection, chewing through flesh, entrails, and webbing alike. By the time Nosk had finished devouring his lower half, Ghost had lost the ability to struggle. With his energy reserves completely depleted, he could do nothing but suffer silently as he was torn apart piece by piece. It wasn't long after, that Ghost's vision began to fade again, his last horrific image being of Nosk feasting upon his vital organs. His final moments were filled with pain and terror as his life quickly bled away. He felt the cold embrace of death sweep over him. He could not move; he could not breathe; he could not see; and then he was no more.

Nosk devoured the rest of its deceased prey with gusto. The only thing left behind was his skull, dangling lifelessly from a strand of web, another trophy in Nosk's terrifying collection. It was all that remained of the once noble hero. An empty shell; a hollow knight.