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"Ughhhhh...! Ahh, no...! Don't...!"

Despite his cries, the black liquid continues to crawl into Jeremy's pants and lap at his sensitive spots. The feeling of it, cold and slimy, pressing and dripping against his skin, terrifies the middle-aged man.

"Get off...! Get off me! Fucck!"

Jeremy struggles, pulling his shirt off like a man trying to get a bug out of his clothes. Still no response. The tar-like matter continues to creep up his jawline.

Jeremy gasps.

"Aungh...stop...ah...!"

'Crazy bastard, stop...!'

"Since you said you don't like the way my face looks, let's use a different method. And if you still don't like it... I'll just have to bind you and make my way with you as I please."

There is a hint of amusement in the monster's deep voice.

The liquid that wraps around Jeremy's thighs looks like the tentacles of an octopus. Not only do they squeeze the tendons to keep the middle-aged man from struggling any further, they also leave crimson marks on the pale, smooth flesh. The black tentacles are excessively moist and slimy, emitting a sweet yet bitter smell similar to the scent of wood.

"AUUNNGH...!"

Another tentacle reaches Jeremy's groin, squirming under his underwear, the most sensitive and naughty part of his body. Jeremy screams and shakes his head wildly as the tentacle devours his penis.

Now he looks almost like a man half eaten by a black liquid. His arms and legs are held by the tentacles, making it difficult for him to move.

"Nnghhh...! Ahhh, w-what...!"

Jeremy's face paled. He can feel what appears to be a hand squeezing his penis in his pants. He tries to move his legs, but once again finds that they are pinned. Helpless as the sensation of the large hand continues to squeeze his penis.

"Ah...haah, ngh..."

Jeremy doesn't want to react, but his body, once set on fire, quickly accepts the stimulus and expresses its desire.

His c0ck is now erect. The underwear and pants he is wearing make it even more sensitive. But then, as he starts to find the dampness of his clothes annoying, his pants and underwear are pulled down.

"St-MMFGGHHH...! MFFFPHHH...!"

Realizing that his mind is still being read, Jeremy tries to scream in horror. However, all he can manage is a muffled groan as a tentacle suddenly climbs up his chin and rams its way into his small, beautiful mouth.

"Mmffh...! Unnnhng...hffghhh..."

"Okay, that's much better."

Says the monster coursing through Jeremy's body. The black liquid is now almost one with the middle-aged man, clinging to every inch of his body, tearing at his flawless flesh.

Another tentacle spirals up to Jeremy's lusty breasts, climbing the beautiful, plump mountain until it finally reaches the top, grazing the thick, swollen nipples. Occasionally it sucks on them, causing them to ooze a steady stream of sweet milk.

"Ufhhh...mmffh...unghhh..."

A shudder runs through the middle-aged man's sweaty chest. He grimaces and screams under his gagged mouth. It kind of hurts. He thinks his b00bs, being constantly stimulated and dripping milk, are about to become sore and bruised.

It hurts, though Jeremy is grateful that he is being milked in time. Had he been alone, he would have rubbed his chest on the sand with his shirt half open and his butt sticking out into the open beach air.

"Mmmph...! Huffh...uhnn...!"

'Oh, there...it's so good...'

To be honest, it feels incredible that Jeremy's body shudders, sending shivers down his spine. The indescribable pleasure radiates down to his navel, where it reaches a fever pitch, screaming for stimulation in his lower half.

'No, stop... I can't do this anymore...'

Yeah, no.

Jeremy can't let the delightful sensations take over. Just as he is about to immerse himself in heaven, he is hit by the realization that his body is being half-eaten by the monster. Jeremy is horrified. His breathing is ragged with excitement, but then he suddenly has to choke on the fear.

"......"

Sensing Jeremy's discomfort, the black monster stops its writhing tentacles. He thought he finally had this cute human in his hands, but wow, lok how he keeps rejecting him.

Is this not enough?

No way. That is impossible.

"Nnnn..."

So Asterios decides to push even harder. No more gentle strokes now. Asterios lets one of the slender tentacles slide to Jeremy's erect c0ck, to spread the urethra and dig in.

"Why are you unhappy, why?"

"Unn...mmfnghh...guff...! Heugh, hnn...! MMFFGHHH...!"

The black liquid opens the glans hole and trickles inside. With the tentacle still stuffing his throat, Jeremy opens his mouth only to whimper and choke as he feels his urethra being prodded.

Jeremy panics. Tears stream down his face. He sobs, gasping for breath feeling guilty because it somehow giving him an exhilarating, tantalizing sensation. He is scared, yet he is excited. Then, suddenly the horror memories of the factory flashes through his mind.

The memory of being tied up and treated like cattle. The traumatic experience that started this whole crazy mess.

"Seriously? ...You think of those machines when you are here with me?"

Asterios' pride is once again hurt. He'd done his best to appease this little human's libido, but oh, how ungrateful he is for thinking of those mechanical pieces of shit.

The black tentacles twitch erratically, as if reflecting the monster's displeasure. Asterios' mood falls to hell. Why, oh why.

Only for a moment it felt good to be in sync with the human's words and thoughts, but that damned feeling of 'fear' won't leave his head. And he can't figure out why, or how to make the human not feel fear.

"Unnfghh...unnh...hffnnghhh...!"

"Your dicck is hard and your udders are dripping with milk... What the hell are you afraid of?"

As though mirroring his nervousness, Asterios' movements become increasingly aggressive. The tentacle that slides into Jeremy's urethra suddenly shoots directly into his prostate, becoming more determined and insistent.

"HMMMPFFFGH...!"

Jeremy shudders and jerks his lower back, unable to resist the pleasure proportional to the discomfort. His lower half feels like it is melting away. Even his distress seems to evaporate in the intense pleasure.

Those machines simply inserted a long, thin wire into his urethra and gave Jeremy electrical stimulation. But Asterios is different. He not only stimulates his prostate, he gropes, squeezes, and stimulates his testicles underneath. It feels like someone is grabbing his brain and ramming it with a dicck.

"HEUGHK...! NNNGGHHH...!"

Jeremy's bladder is being squeezed. He can't tell if it's ejaculation or the urge to piss himself. All he wants is to release everything. Jeremy shivers like a man caught with a cold. The feeling is unbearable so he begins to plead with the monster.

"Mmfffnghh, mmnnfhhh..."

'Please...please...!'

Shoot---

And so, with a gurgle, a hazy liquid shoots up Jeremy's urethra. However, though, it is sucked up by the black liquid instead. Jeremy sobs. It is such an unsatisfying climax. And not just once, but repeatedly. Again and again, the jackal keeps on punishing him, leaving the middle-aged man with tears streaming down his face and his pelvis bucking.

"No, you're still freaking out, so control yourself first and I'll make it more enjoyable for you."

"Nnn...hnnffhh...mmfffnghh...hic!"

'Quickly...please make me cum quickly, you bastard...!'

The repetition of pain and stimulation drives the writhing human into a fit of frustration. So painful. Even worse because he cannot move. He can only sob miserably on the open beach sand.

He can barely make a sound, and the damn monster keeps toying with him even though it can read his mind.

It is so unfair. That stupid monster must be doing it on purpose. What an absurd creature. Asking him to feel lust and yet not allowing him to freely come.

"I don't understand you..."

The strong reaction of the human confuses Asterios. Angry when he tries to talk to him, miserable when he tries to calm him down, and desperate when he gives in to his demands.

At this point, it's a wonder that Asterios' irritation doesn't escalate.

Is this moody organism only happy when Asterios gives him mind-numbing pleasures?

Asterios can give him that if he wants, but somehow he has a strong feeling that's not the answer. Surely the jackal remembers the smile on Jeremy's face when he first offered to send him to this island. But he doesn't understand why that's the only time he's smiled, despite all the confusing demands he's made of him.




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