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The knife shook in Grian's grip as he sat still, breath coming out uneven when he looked down. Seeing the blade just centimeters away from his chest made his dick twitch, lower lip caught between teeth as he looked at the empty regen bottle on the nightstand beside him. Just thinking of doing this had his head the foggiest it's ever been, and to now be getting ready to go through with it? It had every hair on his neck standing up, both in fear and excitement. The fear only made it even hotter though, knowing he'll feel sick when he starts cutting himself open, even having tied his ankles to the bed for when he starts thrashing around from the pain.
Here goes nothing. Double-checking he took the potion again, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath in. Mid-exhale he started to press the tip to his skin, looking down and humming at the sight of cold metal just another move away from breaking into him. Swallowing thickly, he clenched his teeth together, both hands grasping the blade and thrusting it in. Legs tried to kick around, failing to do anything but shift around a bit in the restraints as Grian let out a scream. While the regen potion kept him from dying, it didn't stop the pain, or the bleeding, blood quick to gush out the cut and begin painting his stomach. Tears were already streaming down his face, choking out sobs as he pressed his bare hips up against air, crying out louder as he began pulling the knife further down, the cut growing longer and larger.
His own tears fell into his mouth and ran down his chin, hands shaking as he carefully removed the knife from the wound, tensing up as he brought his hands back to the deep cut down his torso. Grian couldn't stop the tears, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he looked back down at the bleeding wound, the sheets under him stained with crimson already, trying to ignore the way the smell lit a bigger flame in his gut. Slowly his fingers slipped into the cut, biting the inside of his cheeks as he dug them further in, whole body giving a shudder at the sensation of semi-rough fingers pressed against soft bloody tissue. And while keeping his eyes open, he pulled his torso open with his bare hands. His ribs, his liver, and his intestines were all on display, face paling at the sight as he tried not to scream again, throat aching from the pained sounds that's been ripped out of it up to now.
Dryly swallowing again he forced out a breath, trying to steady his breathing as he looked at his hard on, heart racing faster when he started inching a hand into his open chest, other hand reaching for a health potion. Taking a quick swig, he knew it wouldn't be enough to close the gaping wound he turned his torso into, but it'd be just enough to help the regen keep up. Placing the bottle back down he now used both hands to start feeling his insides, giving shuddered moans and pained whines when dragging his nails along the organs, tears stuck at the corners of his eyes. Exploring the inside of his stomach only lasted for a bit though, trying to be as careful as he could with steady hands cupping his intestines, the tears starting to spill down just as hard as before at the feeling.
Acting before he could chicken out, he grabbed the bundle of guts in his hands and pulled them from his stomach, letting out a shamefully loud moan when the pile dropped to his lap. Still cupping the guts in his hands, he tried to hold them together as best as he could, head growing dizzy and light. Lifting the organ up he couldn't tear his eyes away from it, positioning it right and slowly lowering his hands again, hips raising off the bed. Warm, wet, and squishy was the feeling surrounding the head of his cock, sniffling and moaning as he continued to lower the handfuls of intestines, treating the pile of guts as nothing more than another toy to fuck. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to fuck anything else and get this same feeling, the same rush, the same sick twisted pleasure the gorey sight was giving him. Pressing his hips back down to the bed, he lowered the pile all the way to his base, eyes getting harder to keep open by the second. Hoarse and broken sounds, both filled with heat and ache, fell from his mouth, starting with a good rhythm of moving the intestines up and down on his dick.
Each and every slight move had him closer to that edge. His hands started trembling once again as movement got faster, grew more desperate, trying to thrust up into the pile every time he pulled it away. Grian could feel the pain resurfacing, throat growing tight again as his cries grew louder again, eyes rolling back while speeding up the pace. Letting go of the intestines with a hand he opened his mouth as wide as it could go, hips thrusting up at the thick taste of rust on his tongue. The blood from his hand ran down the sides of his mouth, fingers teasing at the tongue he swirled around them, gagging on the smell as he continued to choke himself with each press near his throat. Words failed, and any coherent thing he could think of screaming out only turned back to mush in his head, melting in the disturbing scene more as he placed even more blood onto his tongue.. It didn't take much longer for him to reach his orgasm, continuing to move the guts as strings of cum painted the red mess in his hands. His whole body couldn't hold back the shake it gave at the climax, his grip on the organs having tightened up, nails digging into the tender meat of his insides. He let out a blood-curdling scream before realizing what happened, wide eyes looking at his hands to see the sudden pressure had caused his intestines to rupture. Moving his fingers with a shake he went to poke and feel around the mess his lap was, nails lightly pressing against one part of the intestines.
Then he blacked out, having pushed himself too far over and died, re-spawning in the same bloodied bed he had just broken himself apart on. Just the thick and heavy smell of blood had his nose scrunching up, keeping his jaw held shut to ignore the thirst it grew for him again. He was definitely doing that again in the future.