Syn's Serendipity
Part 1

by Tyleb

Chapter 1

	“Arms up. No slouching!” Ralek shouts as you feel the dull tip of his training sword poke between your left ribs. Your muscles tense with enough adrenaline to hold the stance straight, only for your biceps to start shaking a few seconds later. “Again!” The white Charr gives the order for the hundredth time. Mustering what little strength you have left, you bring down the two handed hammer on the dummy's head. It connects with a soft thud before recoiling out of your hands and hitting the ground.

	The shame would have made you blush if your face hadn't already been red from training in the scorching heat. “I – I'm sorry master.” You finally mutter in between two heavy breaths. The weapon hadn't seemed heavy at first, but after an hour of swinging it around, it felt like a gods damned tree trunk. “It's just -”.

	“Save it boy.” He interrupted, “And don't call me that. I might be the master at arms, but you can just call me Ral.” Wearing his usual outfit, the Charr left his blue leather jacket unbuttoned most of the time. It exposed the well defined muscles of his chest, still obvious despite all the white fluff. You could swear he did it on purpose whenever you were around. Unlike the rest of his body, black stripes covered his arms and legs. You unconsciously bite your lower lip when you realize your mistake. “Master” was a term reserved during the late night escapades in Tyleb's quarters. Something only him and the engineer in chief, Syntik, were aware of. Ralek grunts as he crouches down to pick up the discarded hammer.

	“What am I gonna do with ch'ya?” The seven and a half feet tall Charr swings his forearm, casually throwing mallet twenty feet into a weapons crate. His deep blue eyes rest on you for a moment before running his clawed paw behind the two horns of his head, stroking his blue streaked mane. “Pfah! If I didn't know better I'd say Syn hired you as a practical joke.” He continued. “And I've seen ya goin' in and out of his lab at night. What is that devious little skritt cooking up now?”.

	A bit of heat rises in your cheeks. “Um, nothing...” Your eyes wander for a moment. The best lies were always the ones that edged closest to truth. “I'm just doing cleanup after experiments are done. You know, ever since the golem broke down.” Ralek's eyes squint, ever so slightly, while slowly bobbing his head up and down. There was no way to know if he bought the deception.

	“Don't let him step on your toes boy, or you'll have a hard time ahead of ya.” He puts one paw on your shoulder before continuing. “Listen kid, you haven't heard this from me, but Syn hasn't seen eye to eye with the boss this past week. Got any idea what's grindin' his gears?”

	The remark leaves you wordless for a moment. The engineer did seem distant these last few days. Syntik had been the cheerful type when you first met him, yet he had barely spoken to you the following week. Tyleb had asked him to look after you before leaving on an expedition, probably hoping the two of you would get some time to bond.

	“I-I don't know Ral. I swear.” You answer truthfully. Syntik's feelings are still a mystery to you. Him and Tyleb had known each other for a long time, and as far as you had gathered, they were either very good friends or lovers. Could that be it? Was he seeing you as some kind of threat? Your train of thought is interrupted as you feel the Charr place a second paw on you.

	“Alright, alright, forget I said anythin'. There's one last thing before you're ready for assimilation day.” The Charr says as he crouches down to your height.

	“Um- yeah, right, assimilation day.” What the hell was assimilation day? He starts to pat your body down from the shoulders before you have a chance to ask. His paws are so wide he can almost wrap them around your chest.

	“I gotta get your size right. You know, for the uniform.” The Charr says while his pads slowly but vigorously stroke around your rib cage. This seems like an odd way to take measurements, but contradicting the giant horned feline seems like a bad idea. It feels like a few minutes pass before  the massage starts to move down south. Your breathing stops as you feel a pair of claws digging in your butt cheeks. You reflexively jolt forwards, slamming head first into Ral's chest. “Bwahahahaha!” The Charr erupts in a hearty laugh, wrapping his large furry arms around you and lifting you up in the air. “You fell for it rookie boy!” He bellows even harder as he swings you around in the air, smothering your face in his warm fur, damp from sweat. “Have you seen anyone with a uniform around here? Hah! You're so precious, I think I might actually wanna keep ya.” He stops for a moment before putting you back down on the ground, wiping a tear of laughter out of his left eye.

	“Rookieeee!” The chief's familiar screech erupts inside the training yard. The olive-green Asura casually walks out of the nearby barn, a few more charred spots than usually present on his leather jerkin. His fiery orange Mohawk had been blasted backwards, probably by a recent explosion, somehow making him look even more punkish than usual. He stops in his tracks with an impatient look in his eyes. “It's past midday, Warsung.” The imp blurts out as he points up towards the sky. “You told me you'd be done with the rookie by now.”

	Ralek gave a quick glance at the sky before shrugging. “Well buuurn me. Time flies when you're havin' fun ugh?” He leans closer to the Asura, dropping his voice. “Speakin' o' which, what are ya two up to? Spill the beans to your old chum?”

	Syn rolls his eyes sharply before waving him away. “Need to know basis.” He spins around, snapping at 180 degrees away from you before marching back towards his lab. “Now come on Rookie. He did tell you what day this was, right?.”

	“Um. Yeah, you mean... Assimilation day?” You get a small lump in your throat as you  answer, still unsure if that was a fabrication on the Charr's part.

	Syn stops to turn is head around slowly, a large sharkish grin on his face. “That's right rookie. And you know what that means?” You nod your head sideways, words are escaping you at the moment. “It means that today, you're mine.”

Chapter 2

	“What? He didn't tell you what assimilation day was?” Before you had a chance to retort, Syntik slammed his palm against his forehead. “Wait! No, don't tell me. He made that stupid joke about the uniform, correct?” You give him an acquiescing nod before the ranting continued. “Ugh, damn that Charr!” He catches himself, visibly forcing himself to regain his composure. “No matter, it's quite simple. Or rather, it should be.” His eyebrows furrow, almost in accusation. “You see, this is the end of your probation period and I'm supposed to give you a test to become an official member of this krewe.” He lingers for a moment as his accusatory glare shifts slowly into a pained grin. “A test that reflects the work you're supposed to do here?” You can't help but freeze like a stone statue as you finally process what he's trying to say.

	“Ooh... Oooooooh.” It finally dawns on you. The boss had been using you as his personal playtoy for the past two weeks. Normally he would vet new arrivals but he was away, meaning the second in command had to do so. This couldn't be a coincidence either. If Syn really did have a problem with you, forcing him to test you was probably as much a trial for him as it was for you. If what little time you had spent with asuras had taught you anything, it's that they never ignored procedure. If today was assimilation day, nothing was going to stop it.
	
	The little engineer had escorted you past his main laboratory. The still fried remain of the golem that originally shrunk you was piled up in a corner. The core had apparently overloaded when it fired it's main weapon. It had took the olive goblin  just over a week to reverse engineer the tech and bring your size back that of a regular human. Meanwhile, Tyleb had kept you in his private quarters for safekeeping. Most of that time had been spent either in his rump or strapped inside his underwear.
  
	After stepping inside, the long eared imp closes the door to his makeshift quarters. The room goes pitch black right until the moment the door clicks shut. You lift your arm to protect your eyes against the sudden burst of light. After taking the time to adjust, you can't help but gawk for a moment. Seeing inside Syn's private quarters for the first time was like getting transported to another world. Among the litany of humming and buzzing equipment, a virtual aquarium is projected. Bright purple and blue fish fly in the air above you. The olive skinned Asura strides nonchalantly to a central console, typing with one hand while waving with the other at a bunk bed in the far corner of his room.

 	“Sit down. I'll handle you in a moment.” By the tone of his voice you could tell that statement could very well be literal. As you make your way down, you can't help but notice a shelf with some familiar glass jars. The inside are packed with what seems like miniaturized critters. Lifting one jar to your face, you can make out a group of plant like humanoids. A crude sticker on the lid reads “Angry salad”. Besides having a taste for bad puns, it seemed Syn had a taste for quite a few other things. A quick glance at the other glass containers reveals various other groups; Human bandits, Norn dragon worshipers, as well as the boss' favorite snack, the Asuran Inquest. They seemed to all be frozen in place, their tiny fists against the glass walls in a futile attempt at escape. The boss had identical containers in his quarters. Stasis receptacles, he called them. Whatever prisoner they caught, they would be shrunk and placed into stasis. It was much easier that way. No need to feed them or worry about punching air holes.
	Placing the tiny glass prison back where you found it, you finally sit down on the small bunk. It doesn't take long for the imp to show up, a small bracelet in his hand. Without asking he simply grabs your left arm and snaps it around your wrist. The platinum band immediately locks with an audible snap. You instinctively twist your hand in an attempt to shake it off.

	“Careful there, I only have the one.” The Asura says as a nervous smirk starts to twist the left corner of his face. “If you break it, you'll have to stay in whatever state you're in.” You notice him biting his lower lip as he says so.

	“Oh s- sorry, Syntik.” You say, trying not to stammer as the imp starts undressing in front of you. He wasn't as bulky or tall as Tyleb, instead being much leaner but still well defined, something he hid well under his tattered leather jacket. His orange eyes are locked onto yours. You can tell he's also nervous, except he's doing a much better job at hiding it.

	What's wrong with me? Syntik couldn't push the thought out of his head. He had 	swallowed countless bandits and thugs since the krewe had stolen the shrink tech 	from those blasted  Inquest fools. So what if this rookie was innocent? He would go 	down smoothly, like all the rest. This was all Ty's fault. Why couldn't he have his 	fun with any of the disposable ones? Why did he have to keep this one as a pet? He 	would  regret making him do this! Syn had already thought about what he'd say. An 	accident, obviously. The failsafe broke and I got carried away. There are so many 	variables to consider when dabbling with the Alchemy. Still, I should have my fun 	before I say goodbye to the little toy.

	“Tell me,” The naked goblin leans in close. “What did the boss make you call him? Master, was it?” Pushing you down on the bed, he crawls over you before sitting on your chest. You notice a matching platinum brace on his wrist, more intricate in shape. Holograms fly at his fingertips as he swipes his hand across the metallic device. The world twist and turns around you as your vision blurs for a moment. Bracing yourself, you somehow expect to fall or pass out like you did during the last incident. Instead, all you feel is a massive weight held over your chest. Forcefully blinking, your eyes focus on the fiery eyed goblin on top of you. He must be about three times your size now. His thighs are pinning your arms against your side while his massive cock and balls are resting on your chest, close to your chin.
	
	“So, what is it you should call me now, slave?” The Asura's high pitch voice was now much deeper. His large package rests on top of you, even his loins had a matching thick bush of orange pubes. You feel his trunk like thighs squeeze you tight, reminding you of the little rascal's impatience.

	“Ss - Sorry. I - I meant, Master.” It takes a deep breath to be able to utter these words under all his weight. With two melon sized balls resting on your chest, the rest of your body quickly works up a sweat. The giant imp starts to grind on top of you, shifting his weight back and forth, sliding his taint down to your crotch and stroking it back up until the tip of his flaccid cock rubs against your nose.

	“Mmmmm, that's much better. Little slave.” He murmurs, while persisting with the tease. “But I'm afraid an apology isn't going to cut it.” The imp continues. You're already sore and sweaty from training outside. No amount of effort could free you, willing or not. The salty smell of his sweat begins to mix with the sweet musk emanating from his hardening member. After a minute of this, the pressure on your chest disappears. Looking up, you can see Syn is biting his lips, clearly scheming the next phase of your punishment. Tilting his head, the Asura's long ears hang sideways across his face, making him look rather cute despite his sharkish grin. Grabbing one of the pods from the shelf, he places it in your hands before laying backwards on the bunk bed. He stares at you while giving himself a few pats on the stomach.

	“Get up here and feed me, slave.” He curls a finger towards his face, giving his lips a slow deliberate lick. Taking a peak down at the container, you see a half dozen or so short critters with long ears on the inside. They come out of stasis once you start unscrewing the lid. The little rascals are clearly in upheaval, with some shaking their tiny fists towards their jail's handler. It's only when you finally pop the cap that angry squeaks erupt from inside.

	Climbing atop of the imp's body. You notice his thick cock starting to pulse slightly on top of the orange bush. You're almost certain he's thinking about what he's about to do to you. Gripping your thighs around the sides of his abdomen, you finally find a comfortable sitting position. Syn gives a wide smile before opening his mouth, lulling out his wide red tongue. Reaching a hand into the jar, you pull out the devious goblin's first snack, dropping it on the wet muscle. The tiny Asura promptly panicks, trashing vigorously as the long eared rascal tilts his head backwards, just enough for gravity to pull the little morsel to the back of his mouth. You suddenly feel Syn's hand pressing behind your head, pushing your face inches away from his lips. He didn't even need to swallow, the little critter just slid right down his open throat.

	“Mmmmm,” The olive green goblin moans, exhaling hot breath over your face. “You should know, I taught the boss everything he knows about gulping little morsels.” He licks his lips, pointing at the jar with his eyes.  “Keep going my little human.”

	Nodding, you reach down to grab another subject. The massive goblin takes hold of your arm, forcing you to extend it forward. Opening his mouth again, Syn pulls you forward, shoving your hand inside his maw. You let the back of your hand lie on the slimy tongue as he keeps sliding forward. He closes his lips once they've reached your elbow, just a moment before he starts suckling on your forearm. You can feel the slick muscle working around your hand, trying to free the prize within. The giant imp suddenly jerks forward, your hand now sliding into his warm gullet, your shoulder now pressed against his sealed lips.

“Glorp”

	Syn swallows hard. Your face slams against the Asura's right cheek as your fist is pulled in by his powerful gullet.

“Glurp”

	The second time is somehow even harder than the first. You can feel your shoulder stretching, your face pressing hard into your master's warm skin. The morsel inside your hand is struggling furiously now, oblivious to his fate.

“Gluuuuuurk”

	The guttural sound is like a massive wet roar in your ear. Your hand opens under the pressure, the little Asura inside vanishing in the rolling wave of drool washing over your arm. The long eared goblin opens his mouth, releasing you and exhaling a satisfied moan over your diminished frame.

	“If you keep this up, I might skip the snacks and go straight to the main course.” Syn says while winking at you with his bright orange eye. “But I digress. Let's give a warm welcome to the rest of these little rascals, shall we?” He lulls his tongue out again,  pressing it against your chest. It was almost as wide as you, you realize. Grabbing the tiny glass prison, you upend the rest of it's occupants on the viscous red carpet. The hapless morsels stumble on one another, trying to escape. Syn flexes his tongue, cupping it's occupants together as the dexterous appendage forms a wall around them. They squeak furiously as they tried to climb up the edges, only to slip and tumble back near the center fold, coating themselves in fresh drool. Slowly and deliberately, the devious imp pulls back his tongue into his mouth while pushing your head at the edge of his lips. Wet slops and slurps emanate from his throat as he constricts his gullet in a overly deliberate fashion. One of the tiny devils manages to get up, shaking his fist at you before tumbling backwards in a pool of saliva. The red tongue rolls backwards, sending the group tumbling into the back of his throat. He toys with them for a bit, pushing them into the soft palate tissue, rolling them into a ball of tiny goblins and spit. Tilting his head backwards, Syn opens his throat wide for the second time. You hear one last burst of desperate squeaking as they start sliding, slowly, behind the giant Asura's uvula. The noise is cut short as his gullet slams shut behind them, sending a small bulge down his olive
skinned throat.

	“BURAAAP” Syn let's himself fall backwards on the mat after blowing a pocket of hot air at your face. He starts to rub his belly while gazing straight into your eyes, a somewhat contemplative look on his face. Sitting on his soft and warm bush, you can feel his twitching cock poke at your back. You can't help but think about what he said, the part about skipping straight to “the main course”. Did he really mean to eat you? He did manage to fish you out of the boss' gut last time, though you don't really expect to survive if he sends you through the front gate.

	“What am I going to do with you, mmmm?” The possibilities rushed through your mind as he asked. It was obvious he was only teasing, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

	“I can already feel them squirming inside me...” Syntik thought as he placed a hand 	on his stomach. Looking at the rookie, his hunger only seemed to intensify. The fact he 	looked so innocent somehow made him even more appetizing. He had to pace himself 	though, there were a few more data points to gather before making this little morsel 	disappear. His stomach would wait before breaking down the ones already inside, the 	inhibitor around his wrist would make sure of that. For now, there was something he 	had always wanted to try on a willing subject...

	The large Asura straightens up in a sitting position, sending you tumbling backwards. Before you have a chance to get up, the long eared devil is already sitting on top of you, pinning you between his legs. A grip forms around your legs as you get pulled deeper under the giant Asura's rump. You only have a few seconds to take a breath before the full weight of his body bears down on you. The giant imp's taint is like a mold as your face sinks into the warm skin. He starts to grind, edging your face closer to his anus. Pausing for a moment, the Asura's ass rises, giving you a good view of his full moon. Two olive green mounds glisten with small pearls of sweat, his puckered anus slowly aligning itself with your face.

	“It's time to feed me some more rookie.” Another off the glass pods lands in your lap. You lift your head a bit to see it's contents, a handful of squirming humanoids inside. “Don't be shy my little slave, I want them deep inside me.” You manage to catch his devious grin as he emphasizes on the word “deep”. Popping the cap, you feel the inside of the jar for your overlord's next victim. Your fingers finally wrap around a tiny form, no more than two inches tall. Tiny squeaks echo from inside as you pull it out of it's glass prison. You open your palm to see a small human inside, dazed from disbelief. A loud slap startles you as Syn suddenly slams his hands on his butt cheeks, spreading them wide. His anus had relaxed from all this grinding, ready to entertain a small guest. The little toy started to squeak and trash around vigorously at the sight. You stretch the goblin's rim using your left thumb and index finger. Closing your right hand around the pellet sized human, you push your fist into the warm pink tunnel. The muscle start to contract as soon as your wrist disappears inside.

	“I said deeper little slave” The imp beckons, and you obey. He clenches hard around your fingers, causing the squirming little pellet to slip out of your grasp and into the fleshy abyss. He clenches a few more time, teasing as you get pulled up halfway to your forearm. He finally relaxes after a minute, letting you pull your arm out, now drenched with thick clear gunk. “Well done rookie.” He bends his head down so his devious orange eyes can peek into yours. “Now with the rest. No stragglers. I want them all inside me.” Syntik is whispering, but his voice must still carry enough for the rest of the tiny prisoners to hear. A squeaking choir erupts from the small jar. There's no doubt they just had front row seats to the raunchy spectacle.

	There's lust in his voice and you know better not to disappoint. Opening the jar, you grab the rest of the squirming test subjects in a handful. The Asura's well dilated rim let's you slip through easily. The small punches and bites against your palm do nothing but tickle as you go deeper. As your hand pushes past the tight tube into a larger opening, you open your hand, smothering it's contents against the massive goblin's prostate. He gasps, clenching almost immediately. Your entire arm is quickly pulled inside the pulsating tunnel. You swear if you were just a bit smaller he might be able to suck you in whole. The hole tugs at you over and over again. It feels like an eternity before the pressure is released, letting your arm slowly slip out with a wet slorp. You notice a string of pre streaming down his balls just before it drips on your forehead. You barely have time to take a breath, the goblin's dark olive rim is coming down on you, giving you a hot and slick embrace. His anus stretches around your nose and chin as he sways his hips around, letting his weight gradually push down on you. A large palm reaches out and strokes your already throbbing cock. Playing along, you press your hands against the two massive cheeks, spreading them as you bury your face deeper inside him. You run your tongue around the inside of the musky hole, where it greets you in kind. The rim squeezes around your face to give you a sloppy kiss. The giant imp takes his weight of of you, letting you catch your breath before sitting back down on his living chair. As you keep entertaining your master, so does he. You can feel him stroke you faster with each passing moment. He let's his whole weight down on you as he clenches again. All you can see is darkness as his anus stretches across your entire face. Memories of your first encounter with Tyleb come rushing back to you, making your own cock throb wildly.

 	An odd sensation snaps you out of your lust. Your bracelet starts to vibrate, blurring all of your senses. This time completely. The Asura's weight washes away as the bunk below you seems to dissipate into thin air. You knew the side effects of shrinking well enough to know Syn had gone all out. It takes a few seconds before your back hits the soft fabric of the bed sheets. Your eyes come back into focus onto what looks like a monument erected in front of you. And erected was the right word. The imp's cock towered, two massive orbs at it's base with a flow of pre cum leaking down from the tip like a milky waterfall. By the gods, how small did he make me? You must have been less than half an inch tall by the looks of it. The fabric of the sheet look like interwoven pieces of rope. The sound of distant thunder makes you look upwards. The once long eared rascal now looked as if he was some sort of devious god-like entity. Two fiery red orbs are gazing down at you, a puny ant of a man. The rolling hum of thunder gets louder as the giant goblin's head tilts slightly downwards. He's chuckling, you realize. A giant olive green digit presses on the tower's tip, pushing it slowly downwards. You place your arm in front you as your survival instinct kicks in, like a clumsy lumberjack about to get crushed by a tree. The tip finally makes contact with the mattress a few meters in front of you, quickly followed by the heat and musk emanating from the throbbing tower. The titanic Asura uses the thumb and index off both hands, gripping his foreskin. He pulls, extending it towards you, stretching it until the massive pink carpet of flesh reaches your feet.

	“Go on.” Your Asuran god commanded. “Step forward, puny bug.”

	The smell was potent, almost dizzying, but incredibly intoxicating. Tentatively placing one hand down in front of you, it sinks slightly into the skin, pre cum pooling around your fingers. It was soft, slick and incredibly hot. You're so tantalized you don't even notice the enormous digit behind you. Your whole body is suddenly thrust forward as your face slams against the gooey surface. Gravity shifts before you have a chance to stand up. Your puny frame slides faster and faster towards the base of the imp's cock. You slow down once your body start brushing between Syn's foreskin and his pulsating dick, before coming to a stop at the seam. Trapped inside the pooled up gunk, semen seeps into your nostrils and mouth as you trash around in an attempt to get on your feet. You manage to slide yourself sideways, freeing your head from the pool of creamy liquid. Syn releases the skin from between his fingers, sealing you inside the tight pocket.

	“Mmmm thaaat's it,”  Your master's voice resonates clearly through the thick layer of skin. “Just keep squirming down there.”  Every heartbeat sends a shock wave up his shaft. The walls expand and retract each time. Every small twitch sends a massive ripple washing over you. There's enough light seeping through to give your musky cage a soft red hue. It doesn't last long though. Something is suddenly pressing from the outside, blanketing you in darkness.

	Syntik was enjoying himself deeply. Even at this size, you had proved to be quite 	pleasurable. Looking down at his shaft, he giggled at the small lump squirming at the 	base of his cock. This part of the experiment was a success, he thought. The subject 	was quite durable despite the magnitude of his shrinking. It was time to move on to 	the next phase of testing. He wrapped his throbbing member inside his hand, twisting 	sideways around the little mass.

	The force is immense. Your body sinks into the spongy texture as the slick inside of the Asura's foreskin moves back and forth against you. Sliding through the hot gunk, your cock rubs against the goblin's own. Pre was pooling higher and higher. With every passing moment, you feel yourself moving through thicker and thicker wades of cum.

	“Sluuuurk. Glaaark.”

	You would probably be able to hear your master moan if it wasn't for the constant cacophony of wet noises that came from all this lubricated flesh rubbing against itself. After a few minutes of this, the motion changes. You can feel the imp's skin sliding up and down, edging you upwards. Pushing with both hands against the throbbing wall, you manage to push the giant Asura's foreskin far enough to create a breach. You catch a whiff of fresh air, if only for a moment. High up is your overlord's face, eye's closed and mouth open, completely lost in the moment. The thought of being just a small lump around this cute guy's dick arouses you even more. The inside of his foreskin felt a lot like the slick sensation you had experienced inside Tyleb's mouth, but this was much more intense. It was like sliding between two sheets of hot liquid velvet. The little rascal's foreskin rubbed faster and faster against your back side as he picked up the pace. Focusing on yourself, you thrust your crotch against the soft, slimy wall.

	“Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum”

	The rhythm of his heartbeat accelerates, each one shaking your little form inside the folds of skin. Even as your body is slowly pushed towards the tip, the space inside your fleshy prison is quickly filling up with cum. It's almost up to your shoulders as you start climbing upwards for fear of drowning. You can feel Syn's hand grip firmly when jerking upwards, but only softly on the way down, making the task easier. Your head finally pushes past the wrinkled contour of the Asura's foreskin. It rolls up and down, expanding and retracting around the generous girth of it's owner. You can't help but shiver every time you feel it slide down your back. You had gotten used to the warmth of your master's body, and welcomed the heat every time the slimy skin washed back up over your neck. The air might have been fresher, but the sweet and heavy musk is still assaulting your nostrils. The sound of his cum slathered skin rubbing up and down against his cock is oddly mesmerizing. An odd silence fills the air as the wet sounds stop, leaving only the constant rhythm of his heartbeat.

	“Bad-um badum badumbadum.”

	He must have been close to climax by the sound of it. The imp's grip tightened and pushed upwards, forcing the pre to gush out from under you. Submerging you within the ring of wrinkled foreskin. The thick gunk is getting into your mouth, forcing you to swallow the salty substance. You try to find something to grip but everything slips away. There's no purchase, only a smooth and incredibly slick surface . You reach your arm upwards until you finally find it. Your master's urethra. Gripping with both hands inside the tight tube, you pull yourself upwards until your head breaks through the surface. Taking a deep breath, you look up, meeting the giant's gaze with your own.

	“I hope you had your fun lil' bug,” His voice booms out of the wide grin on his face. “But I'm getting hungry now.” He continues, lulling out his tongue and licking his lips while keeping his eyes locked on you. You can feel the shift as Syn throws himself backwards onto his bunk bed. You feel like falling forwards as he lifts his legs into the air, bending his back forward until the tip of his cock hangs a few inches from his face. “I guess this is goodbye rookie,” He snickered, with just a hint of cruelty. “Don't worry, I'll tell the boss what an amazing job you did. Too bad there had to be an accident.” He winks at you as he opens wide,  his gullet writhing in anticipation . The pink red muscle rolls out, wrapping itself around it's owner's towering cock. Light quickly fades as he unceremoniously shoves himself inside his mouth, sealing you behind his lips. Slurping sounds fill your ears as his tongue works it's way around you, pushing the foreskin down while licking up the cum covering you, replacing it with hot drool. Your heart is racing wildly from fear and arousal.
	
	“Holy shit, was he serious?” Even though the prospect was enticing, nothing could ever really prepare you to get swallowed whole. Besides tormenting the odd bandit and those genocidal maniacs from the Inquest, the krewe had seemed honorable enough. Their leader had given you his word nothing would happen to you. “I should've seen this coming...” The thought lingered for a moment, only to be replaced by another. “And even if I did, would I have done anything differently?”

	A faint glow emanates from your wrist as the platinum bracelet projects a holographic ring around your arm. Was this another one of his jokes? Leaving you with a light so you can see his insides clearly? No matter, your eyes are slowly adjusting to the dim blue light. The inside of Syn's mouth glistens like the  a wet cave. Your eyes are fixed on the massive pit of the giant's throat ahead, his uvula dangling in arms reach. The imp's tongue is hard at work, rubbing back and forth below his shaft while you hold on to the tip. You can feel it becoming hotter by the second. Your fingers are still wrapped inside his cock hole, a massive stream of pre gushing out from within by the gallons. The rear of his tongue suddenly backs up, blocking off the entrance to the goblin's pulsating gullet. With no way out, a mix of semen and spit begins to rise inside the fleshy cavern. The Asura's tongue coils behind you like a giant red snake, amassing all the gunk and drool as it comes bearing down on you. There's nothing you can do as it washes up against your rump and pushes you deeper in. You lift your arms in front of you as you fall forwards, slamming face first in the thick goo at the back of the Asura's mouth. You push yourself up, just in time to see the goblin's enormous member begin to throb furiously.

“Gluuuck”

	The ground disappears behind you. He doesn't even need to swallow, your puny frame is dragged by the thick white river rushing down the open gullet. The entire world starts to shake as a your devious god starts to moan. The red snake uncoils from the pulsating shaft, releasing a massive jet of cum that hit's you square in the chest. There is no such thing as up or down as your body tumbles downwards into the goblin's hot writhing throat.

“Guuulp”

	The imp's esophagus squeezes hard. Your devourer's heart beats against you like a hammer as you go down. It only takes a few seconds for the peristalsis to push your tiny morsel of a body all the way. Even with the bracelet's light, everything is a blur. The lewd sounds coming from above are replaced by the gurgling of his bowels. A powerful squeeze greets you as you're pushed through a tight sphincter, sending you to your doom inside the Asura's awaiting stomach. You tumble endlessly inside the hot pocket of flesh, along all the other snacks you had fed your master, what seemed like an eternity ago.

To be continued...