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Jeremy shudders at the sensation of the damp muzzle in his ear. He fights not to be swept away by the rush of pleasure. He wants to deny the damn jackal. But a body made to produce milk will always naturally desire to be impregnated. So when Jeremy thinks that he has just been inseminated, he instinctively shudders and finally gives in to the pleasure.

He doesn't dare compare it to the rationed pleasures of the factory. Oh, how this arrogant fake god knows Jeremy's sensitive areas so well. Much better than he knows them himself.

"If you really have no desires, then how do you explain this?"

The Jackal says as he tugs at Jeremy's plump nipple. The mere tug is enough to cause a gush of milk to erupt from the nipple's indentation. Jeremy's body, which has been in a state of excitement since he was splashed with some fluid in the womb, is rushing to produce milk. So frighteningly much.

"AUFFFH...! HEUKGH...!"

Jeremy groans at the tingling yet satisfying sensation. He feels as if he will plummet to depths from which he can never return if he gives in to the Jackal's words.

Never before has his body felt so useless. It doesn't help that he has sinewy forearms and thighs that could crush a watermelon. Right now, Jeremy is nothing more than a greedy naked body, bound and molested by black tentacles.

"Tell me you need me. Don't hide your desire, tell me the truth."

There is an edge of insistence in Asterios' voice. A certainty in the way he speaks, as if he already knows what Jeremy wants.

Compared to a being who understands the truth of the universe, Jeremy is a mere mortal. He leans back against the jackal for a moment, exhausted from the constant stimulation and wondering if he can actually crave pleasure. The tentacles holding him are as pleasurable as they are sticky. Ripping through his stomach, as horrible as they are, provides a commensurate amount of pleasure...

"MMFFH... I, I..fffgh... AHHH...!"

Just as he is about to say that he wants Asterios to keep stroking him, a crushed beer can catches Jeremy's eye. At that moment, he also begins to notice things about his surroundings that he hadn't paid attention to before. The streetlights are not on, and the waves keep echoing off the dark beach. Jeremy's body glistens white in the moonlight, but the black tentacles and darkness are almost indistinguishable.

Oh, Max...

Suddenly Jeremy remembers an old lover he had forgotten. His heart pounds in his chest and guilt begins to rise.

Max, Max...

He and Jeremy had been out on the beach together, drinking beer and stargazing in the dark. Jeremy remembers the man's voice telling him that in Nawatuwa you can see the stars in the northern and southern hemispheres at the same time. That voice, low and soft like a jackal, whispering an evil plan into Jeremy's ear...

"Heukgh...! Ah, ah, now, wait, auh...! ah...!"

Somehow the tentacles inside begin to wriggle more violently, just as Jeremy realizes he is being poked by a monster where he had been playing beach volleyball. It lowers its head into the deepest and most sensitive area. The tentacles suck the lining like a leech.

"AUHHHHH!"

Panicking, Jeremy tries to clutch at his lower abdomen, but to no avail. His wrists are bound, forcing him to raise his arms.

"You're c0cky and your concentration is terrible."

The voice is low and soft, with a hint of malice in it. The monster has asked the human to tell him what he wants, and yet he dares, dares to think of Max.

Asterios twitches his tentacles, not even understanding why he is offended. For some reason, Jeremy's lie feels far worse than any of Thelma's manipulations.

It is just a slip of the tongue, but it really gets to Asterios.

"......"

"Auh...ah...!"

At the back of his throat, the darkness that held the jackal's head and torso together slides to the ground and turns back to liquid. Jeremy feels the tentacles holding him twitch. But before he can see what is happening, he is falling to the ground.

"Ugh...!"

The swampy darkness is now a fraction of its former depth. Jeremy thinks he can feel the sandy ground beneath the damp slime, but this is short-lived, as he is soon jolted awake by an eerie sensation between his toes and legs.

"Hnngh...? What, what, no, no, this is weird...!"

The tentacles that were holding Jeremy fall away. Another sensation takes over. The gurgling puddle soon begins to turn into small lumps. Tingling, squishy, cold lumps cling to Jeremy's body. Some cling to the tip of his penis, sucking it in, while others struggle to burrow into his hole.

Jeremy screams, feeling like he has fallen into a pit of leeches and snakes.

"Gah, why are you doing this all of a sudden...! Ahhhhhhh...! I, I didn't...!"

'I didn't ask for this!'

Asterios doesn't answer, completely ignoring the frightened Jeremy. Instead, a large lump slides through the midle-aged man's gaping assh0le and disappears.

"Heukgh...! Ahhhhh...! Stop...! Ahhhh...!"

It doesn't seem to have any teeth, and it doesn't bite the inner wall. But the sensation of a bug crawling inside is enough to instill fear. Jeremy shudders and tries to open his assh0le with his hand, and is horrified to find it stuck to his fingers.

"Ew, hahh...!"

Rising to his feet, Jeremy struggles to keep the writhing thing from climbing on top of him. The more the tentacles cling, the more they gives him a sickening sense of pleasure.

"Ahhh...! Please, please...! Why...! Aaahhh...!"

Plump, elongated lumps of slime crawl up Jeremy's back and over his body. They even leave wet, slimy marks. Even when the terrified Jeremy pulls them off and throws them away, there are so many of them that new ones keep forming. Finally, the lumps reach the top of his breasts and cling to Jeremy's areolas, sucking and swelling.




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