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The first thing he encountered, upon returning to consciousness, was the spike of pleasure driven into his brain, lancing unbearably up and down his spine, and he tried to scream in response, before recalling the thick organ shoved down his throat. The creatures hadn’t stopped, rutting into him mercilessly, stimulating and using him endlessly.
He’d given up hoping for it to end, only enduring each thrust, each lightning strike of pleasure-pain through his over-wrought and abused body, and, though he’d been shocked to movement, his short-lived struggles ceased quickly. The split-second between unconsciousness and remembering his circumstances had been a blessing sorely missed.
His stomach felt full, as if he’d eaten too much at a single meal, and fuck, he hadn’t felt that way since he’d joined up with Weylan-Yutani. He had no idea what it was the creatures were pumping into him, but god, was there a lot of it.
Both creatures suddenly sped up, punching into him savagely. Their organs seemed to thicken even more somehow, widening and stretching him even further, and he writhed helplessly, unable to escape the assault from both sides.
God, they were going to break him, they were going to snap him in half! He couldn’t withstand the assault, crumbling under it until he was whimpering weakly as the creatures shoved into him at both ends. He could do nothing but take it, drained of all strength and resistance. His strangled whines were caught in his throat, the tail wrapped around it beginning to cut off his air again.
This was it, these things were going to kill him right now- he was going to die, suffocated and impaled by these monsters’ organs. He only hoped his body was never found.
Both creatures gave a firm thrust, organs extending to their fullest lengths inside him, piercing into him solidly. He was dragged to the precipice one last time, tossed carelessly over the edge of an orgasm that nearly destroyed him with its force.
Then all at once, everything stopped. The creatures ceased their assault, organs stilling deep inside him, pulsing as they spewed the last of their fluid into his guts. He felt the final shivers of movement before the one in his mouth shrank, pain coming to life in his jaw as it was finally released from its wide rictus.
The creature fell from him, its organ slipping limply from his mouth, still spewing that unknown, milky fluid. It flooded his mouth, spilled from his lips- he could feel it drip viscously down the side of his face, feel it coating his throat and mouth. He choked on it, heaving in gasping breaths, and turned his face from the dead thing, its limbs curling above its body like a spider.
The other did the same, its knot deflating and organ retracting from his guts- a new burn started in his lower regions, both ass and cock aflame, raw, abused skin against cold air, as the momentary reprieve alleviated the constant pressure.
The entire area began to ache like nothing else, the emptiness overwhelming after such intensity. He could feel his hole twitch, convulsing around nothing as it tried to expel the thick fluid the creature had stuffed into him. It dripped from him sluggishly, a sticky puddle forming around his hips, and that too-full feeling abated slightly.
All was stillness for a while, and he took the moment to steal a few heavy breaths, the first full ones he’d enjoyed since he’d been dropped into this hell. It was all he tried to do.
He had no energy left, no fight in him even as he was momentarily freed, left limp and boneless on the ground. These creatures were so much stronger than him even at his best, and he had been taken so far from that by them.
He could but watch through half-lidded eyes as the creature mounting his chest moved, stretching out its limbs.
He hadn’t seen them before, blindsided by the attack- but the light from his lantern still shone from where it had fallen, casting shadows around him and illuminating his captors. The creature was just as ugly as he expected- pink-tan and fleshy, but tough, all long spider legs and crab-like carapace and sharp-pointed tail.
It seemed to decide on its preferred orifice, before scuttling down his torso. He shuddered in horrible anticipation, closing his eyes again. At least he was allowed to continue breathing, he supposed- until another one came by, of course.
It moved his body to its liking, shifting his legs wider, mounting his hips, and settled in. The organ mouthed wetly at his loose rim, then slipped effortlessly inside him, sliding home with no resistance.
It filled that empty space the previous had left in him, expanding easily into the territory. There was no pain or stretch this time, his hole having been abused enough to gape wide now.
It was almost a relief to be filled again, the organ dulling that burning sensation, numbing the rawness of his skin. He could feel his hole grasping greedily at the organ, taking it expertly inside him, and shuddered- his body had adapted much too quickly to the fullness, accepting these creatures far too easily for his liking.
It explored him almost sedately in comparison to the furious pumps the last had ended with, prodding forward carefully. He tried not to pay attention to its movements, tried not to know just how violatingly deep it went, but it was no use.
He could feel the organ extend, pressing determinedly past the sphincter, and that vague sense of wrongness, of movement, began again in his guts. Then the base of it began to expand just on the inside of his hole- it reached the girth of the previous one and kept going, inflating nearly twice the size.
His hands curled into claws against the rocky ground, “Oh, god-“ Fuck, it was big, it was so big. The knot was stuck fast within him, his muscles straining to accommodate its sheer size, and he doubted it would be able to move.
He spread his legs as wide as they would go, attempting to ease the stretch, but it was still too much- holy hell, way too much. The tail wound around his waist, sharp point resting threateningly atop the skin of his groin- it moved him, taking control of his hips and shifting him to fit it better. Their bodies were as close as they could possibly get, and still the thing wiggled closer, as if to climb inside him.
The creature reared back- its knot tugged at his hole, the organ thickening inside him as it prepared to fuck into him, and he winced, knowing what was coming. The creature would make that knot move, whether his body could handle it or not.
He clenched his teeth in vain- he had a voice this time and lungs enough to use it, and no restraint to stop himself. The creature slammed back in mercilessly, and then he was screaming. His body jerked weakly, the mixed pain-pleasure-sheer overwhelm driving a spike of adrenaline through him, and he arched his back from the ground, hands raking against the rock.
This one was just as relentless as the last, and twice as large, its organ spearing through him with every thrust as it seemed to try to tear him in half. He felt impaled on it, some sword cutting through him.
He could feel the liquid as it pumped into him, the repetitive thickening of the organ as great gobs of it traveled up into his guts. It was an extra source of sensation, feeling as if the organ was pulsing inside him, and he sobbed under the intense pleasure-pain of it.
It fucked him hard, so hard and so deep and so strong, and he screamed for it, voice echoing off the cavern walls. His prostate was slammed into again and again, and he felt like he’d break under the force of it. He tried to writhe, to squirm away from the sensation, but the creature held his hips fast, tugging him back into its every thrust.
He reached for it desperately, hysterical for some way to calm the thing, or ease its assault, but it only pounded into him harder when he tried, the creature pressing harshly against his prostate, hard enough to send him crumbling under the feeling of it, crushed by the weight of pleasure. His cries grew higher, more animal-whines than anything human, as he arched uselessly.
Suddenly, one of the shadows moved- there, in the distance, a figure. It wasn’t one of the creatures- it stood upright, and its black surface gleamed like body armor. A rescue team? Was he actually being saved?
He managed to lift up on an elbow, bracing against the harsh thrusts still pounding into him even as he trembled uncontrollably, and tried to focus on the half-visible shadow. His thoughts were scattered, seemingly tossed from his brain every time that knot slammed into his prostate, but he fought for clarity.
He mustered his voice, weak and croaking though it was, “Is someone t-there? Help me, p- unh- please! Please- ah- god, help!” He whined again, the thing striking his prostate with such force his vision whited out and he collapsed again.
The thing approached, and he realized that whatever it was, it was definitely not human. The beast was almost twice his height with a lean, muscular frame, and it looked to be covered in chitinous, armor-like scales, shining in the weak light.
He gazed up and up at it, entire being frozen in fear- the creature fucking into him paid no mind, continuing its savage assault, and he sobbed, shuddering in renewed helpless despair. The beast stared back at him, inscrutable.
It knelt by him, watched for a moment as he was taken, whining and helpless under this thing’s assault. The beast loomed over him, seemingly investigating. Its claws ran over his skin, settled atop his belly, taut and full, moving from the force of the creature fucking into him. The beast growled, some low rumbling noise, and his skin broke out in waves of goosebumps as it caressed his skin softly.
It caught his face in a claw, its strangely humanoid fingers vice-tight on his jaw, and angled him towards it. He whimpered in its hold, eyes screwing tightly shut- he was still being fucked mercilessly, the creature shoving into him and splitting him open.
The beast tightened its grip, squeezing his mouth open, and a low cry emerged from him as the creature struck his prostate directly once more- his torso was held up from the ground only by the beast’s claw on his face, his body hanging limp, throat long and exposed. He didn’t have the words to plead.
It opened its own mouth, razor sharp teeth only inches from his face, and in place of a tongue, a tube-like protrusion emerged- it was tipped with a set of pharyngeal jaws, needle-like teeth set into the miniature mouth.
The beast leaned in, forcing the appendage into his mouth, and he loosed a horrified moan, already imagining the teeth tearing into his flesh. But it did not bite down, only delving into him and probing around, the pharyngeal teeth testing his tongue and cheeks without puncturing.
It was the most gentle anything had been with him since this nightmare had begun, and he sagged into the hold in blind relief, unconsciously opening wider for it.
After a long moment, the beast pulled back, closing its mouth around those horrible teeth with what, on any human, would look like a smug grin, and released him to collapse back to the ground.
Then it curled a claw around the creature hugging to his pelvis and, in one savage motion, ripped it from his body. It was a white-hot pain that flashed through him, then- the knot had been so big, and it was pulled out so fast, he felt like something must’ve torn inside him.
He whimpered uselessly as the beast leaned towards him once more, trying in vain to curl into himself. The sudden emptiness inside him was crushing, everything in his body feeling like it was caving in on itself, having adjusted to the incredible fullness.
The beast only watched as he trembled, shooting out a hand to spread his legs wide as he tried to pull them closed. The fluid had begun leaking from him again, his gaping hole twitching at the sudden lack of obstruction, and he could feel the sticky puddle forming around his legs.
The beast crouched between them, inspecting him closely, watching with seeming fascination. It pulled his legs up, his lower half dangling from its claws in the air as his upper back balanced precariously on the ground, and stared.
He didn’t realize he could even still feel embarrassment, after what he’d been through, but he thought he felt his cheeks begin to heat at the attention. The fluid dripped down his spine, making him shiver, and drops of it fell from the tip of his exhausted cock like precum.
Then the beast opened its mouth once more, that inner jaw emerging- it bent to meet him, the projection making contact with his hole. It wasn’t cold as everything else here was, but hot as lava, hot as the inside of a mouth it was, and it carefully pressed inside.
His hole gripped at the thing, drawing it in, and he tossed his head back in a shocked moan. This pharyngeal jaw wasn’t nearly as wide or long as the creature’s organs, but the sheer knowledge that there were teeth inside him, inside his hole, was something powerful and visceral, and the heat of it!
The beast extended its jaw fully, encompassing his groin in its primary mouth, those large teeth fitting so close to the sensitive skin. It explored him slowly, and he could feel the inner jaw moving and flexing inside him, occasionally yawning open and stretching at his walls. His hands gripped tightly to the ground, struggling to remain still- maybe if he submitted to the beast, let it do as it wanted…
He endured long minutes of this, the strange sensation of the beast’s inner jaw slithering inside him, not providing the girth his body needed to feel as if it wasn’t collapsing, but only an odd, occasional prodding feeling. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough, and he hated how he had to fight to keep from squirming onto it. How had he become so desperate, so responsive?
The beast’s inner jaw retracted from his hole, and he gasped once more at the loss, fingers tightening on the rock. He was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, and the beast suddenly moved.
It flipped him onto his front, his head cracking painfully against the rocky floor- he saw stars, and almost blacked out as the beast dragged his hips from the ground, pulling them up onto his knees.
He couldn’t hold himself up, his arms wouldn’t bear his own weight, and he slumped weakly, ass up in the air. He was utterly helpless, unable to move, as it spread him open with its claws, and something blunt and impossibly wide began pressing into him.
His hole clenched around the tip, trying to drag it inside to compensate for the unbearable emptiness in him, and he clutched desperately to the ground, cursing his traitorous body.
The beast pushed into him savagely, and it didn’t stop. It kept going, and it kept going- he gritted his teeth, every moment praying it would finally stop piercing into him and every moment being horribly blindsided as it continued filling him. God, it was too much, too long- it couldn’t possibly be this big.
He found himself disbelieving that anything could be this big, could penetrate this deep. He swore he could feel it in his chest, shoving his lungs out of the way- or maybe it was just the way he couldn’t possibly breathe around this, lungs hitching through tight little gasps.
He twitched, struck dumb by the thing stabbing through him- his mouth opened and closed helplessly, no sound emerging. His eyes were wide, staring unseeingly at the rocky ground. He couldn’t understand it, he couldn’t comprehend it. God, it just kept going.
Finally, the thing stopped, seated fully within him. He felt like he should be screaming- he’d never felt such a thing as this, the sheer pain, the impossible fullness, this thing was stabbing at nerves he didn’t know existed- but he only hung breathless, too shocked to make a sound.
His body tried in vain to compensate, hole spread too tight to clench, to expand any further around the massive width of it. But there was no possible way to adjust. It was a fullness he’d never known, as if he were stretched to his very limit around this thing.
The beast pulled his hips against its own, shifting the cock inside him, and the intense burn of it startled him out of his shock- he screamed, hysterical and high and desperate because there was nothing else he could do. Oh god, oh god, this was so much worse. The creatures had been a mercy compared to this torture.
If he had thought himself impaled before, he had been so wrong. There was no way to describe the cock that split him now- it was not soft or yielding, it did not twist and explore his insides with the almost-prehensile nature of the creatures- this was a blunt object striking directly into the core of him unforgivingly.
He screamed, even as he could feel his voice fracture and give way to open-mouth pants, his vocal cords fried past most sound. His cries turned into hiccuped sobs, still feeling as if the massive cock was forcing the air from his lungs.
He was dragged up against the beast’s chest, pulled flush to its scales. His legs spasmed as the angle changed, the beast pounding against his bruised prostate, before he was sprawled weakly across its lap.
His head hung limply at its shoulder, eyes squeezed desperately shut to keep from looking at it. He was spread wide over the beast’s legs, opened up completely for it, and it shoved up into him ruthlessly.
It had him by the hips, pulling him off and then slamming him back down onto its cock, dragging him back and forth. He felt like he was choking on it, like the cock was reaching up into his throat and cutting off his breath, just as surely as that creature had.
His mouth hung open helplessly, as if it would somehow ease the way, as if any moment he would feel the cock spear him through entirely and exit his mouth.
It didn’t bother holding his arms, clearly seeing him as no threat, and so they hung limply, swinging uselessly as the beast shoved into him.
It was using him, the limp doll his body had become. Nothing but a toy, a sheath for its massive cock. All he could do was gasp and choke around its girth, try uselessly to fill his lungs as the beast molded his body to fit it.
His head dropped to his chest, and he instantly regretted it. He could see it now- not just feel the bulge in his gut from the creature’s organs, but see with his eyes the straining of his skin around the beast’s massive cock. It made the burn inside that much more fervent, to have his ruination so apparent, so visible.
He almost missed the blindness from earlier, the mask the creature had made on his face. He shut his eyes tight against the view, but couldn’t help but see it in his mind now, feel the movement in his gut with each thrust. The knowledge burned at him now, and it increased the sensation, heightening every nerve and ensuring he was viscerally aware of just how deeply this thing had violated him.
It felt like the beast’s assault had even penetrated into his brain- he wasn’t capable of any thought beyond the sensation of it, the incredible, awful fullness and stretch, the depth of the spear inside him, the power of the beast taking him over entirely.
There was nothing in him that mattered, nothing he could possibly comprehend, past the undeniable reality of the enormous cock inside him tearing him apart. It dominated his world, his every thought.
He was so full, stuffed to the brim, stretched horrifically thin- if the beast pulled out, the sudden emptiness would kill him, he was sure. There was no way it hadn’t carved out a place within him now, a home for itself in the cavern that was his body.
It was killing him, and yet, he couldn’t survive without it, the absolute fullness. There was nothing but this, anymore- everything before this had been emptiness.
It was moving now, lifting up on hind legs and walking- he was held firmly to its chest, limbs limp, its every step shifting the cock within him. Far too much, and yet not nearly enough.
He didn’t know how long it moved like this- his mind was tearing itself to pieces over the unbearable fullness, the pain and pleasure indistinguishable from each other. His thoughts had been reduced to incomprehensible gibberish- whined, disbelieving exclamations and pleas, all centering around the massive cock in his gut.
Finally, it knelt once more, and he was tucked against the beast’s chest, seated across its lap. He took the brief respite from movement gratefully, panting heavily.
The beast growled, raked its claws across his chest, raising lines of blood hot and sharp on his skin. He gasped, throwing his head back against its shoulder, eyes flying open.
His vision blurred with unending tears, but he could see this was a different cavern, lit only dimly by some bioluminescence lining the ceiling high above him. The floor was covered with large, round objects, protruding from the rocks- they looked slick and fleshy, and they were everywhere.
The beast had halted directly in front of one, and he stared at it, uncomprehending. His head hung only a foot over it, the surface looking slimy in the low, green light.
The beast began moving again where it knelt, fucking savagely into him, and his mind was again wiped of all thought, trying only to hold on as it tore him apart and remade him into something new, something that needed it.
The cavern echoed with his choked cries, gradually growing more hoarse and desperate as his voice lost its strength.
One of the beast’s hands went to his face, its other grasping to his chest. Its claws settled millimeters from his eye, poking sharply into his skin but somehow not tearing. One large claw crept into his open mouth.
His hands were trapped to his chest, one of the creature’s claws pressing them there, gripping around his torso to pull him back onto its cock again and again. He could feel it through his skin once more, this horrible intrusion, feel the way it distended his belly and rearranged his insides. It shoved at his skin as if it could break through, burst through his chest.
The beast’s claws forced his mouth open, the sharpness biting into his lips and cheek. Its fingers pressed to his tongue, filled his mouth, held him wide. Drool strung from his lips, milky and thick from the liquid lining his throat, dripping onto the object.
His salivary glands had been severely fucked by the creature’s attack earlier, and he couldn’t seem to stop, at points choking on it. Horrible, wet sounds fell from his mouth- hoarse moans and whimpers and wordless pleas, all unintelligible even to himself.
The beast stopped suddenly, fully seated inside him. He was leaned further, opened wider. The changing angle held the enormous cock firmly against his prostate, and he quivered under an unbearable onslaught of sensation, helpless even to shift on the cock, to do anything but let out a pathetic, sustained whine.
He couldn’t tell what he wanted anymore, for the beast to stop or to keep going forever, and just mentally pleaded for something, anything, that wasn’t this stillness.
The object below him moved then, a seam at the top becoming visible, splitting its surface into quarters. The gap widened, and a long, spindly claw emerged. Oh god, no.
He tried to turn his head, to close his mouth, remembering viscerally the pain, the choking, the suffocation- but the beast was unyielding, and paid no attention to his weak struggles. It held him directly above the thing, unmoving. Waiting.
There was nothing he could do- he was held down and speared through, captured from the inside and outside, and he couldn’t fight back, couldn’t resist in even the most minute way. He was going to be taken again, he knew, and he could only anticipate it, hung over the thing like bait. Like prey.
The egg- it was an egg, the source of those damn creatures, and there were so many- slowly opened wider, the creature inside unfurling like some horrific, fleshy flower. He watched, completely helpless, as it moved, stretching out and waking- it skittered along the walls of its egg, searching.
Saliva dripped from his wide-open mouth, landing on the creature’s carapace, and he whimpered in dismay. It seemed to sense its prey then, as it focused directly on him, legs curling underneath itself, readying.
And it pounced.
Once more his world was blinded, sensation cut down to this mask of wet flesh clinging to his face, its claws wrapping determinedly around his head and fastening it there.
This one was clumsy, freshly hatched, and its organ dragged blindly along his face, slick end mouthing wetly at his skin, before it found its prize- the beast above him gave a satisfied growl, slipping its fingers free of his mouth even as it was filled by this new obstruction.
The creature wasted no time, organ quickly forcing its way down his throat even as its knot began to inflate, stretching his mouth painfully wide around its girth. Once more, his throat was forced to expand, held open by the creature invading him.
Its tail curled loosely around his neck, just tightly enough to anchor it securely, and it settled in deeper.
This done, the beast pulled him back up against it, beginning to fuck into him again, savage and deep. And this time he could not even scream, voice trapped in his throat along with the creature’s organ- he could feel it tracing down him, feel it testing the borders of his esophagus. It began to pump into him as well, body rocking against his face.
The organ thickened in his throat, spreading out and choking him as it fed that fluid down into his gut once more. The beast speared up into him, its hard length seemingly tearing right through him, and he was sure, in a crazed sort of way, that the two were meeting in the middle, punching into him at either end to entwine in his stomach.
For some reason, this thought silenced some part of his brain, the last part still screaming in horror and hoping for rescue, and he finally gave up entirely, giving over to these things taking him.
His mouth fell open wide, making no attempt to wrap around the organ or contain it- they had him fully now, these monsters- all his strength and willpower had evaporated.
He lost himself, falling limp against the beast’s chest, leaning into it even as it took him to pieces, tearing him apart inside and making him nothing but a host for it, a sheath for its massive cock.
His body was too weak even to tremble as he collapsed in the throes of a devastating orgasm, incapable of processing anything but the simultaneous invasions taking him over, filling him like he’d never been filled before.
He had been thoroughly broken, reduced to near-silent whimpers and moans. He was surely shattered inside, mind collapsed and torn just as deeply as his body had been. He belonged to the beast now, fully and entirely.