The Creature in the Dungeon A heavy sigh slipped from Florian's lips as he sank down to the floor, his body and mind both exhausted. He hated clearing these pre-Cataclysm ruins – there were a hundred other things he'd rather be doing but... Alas, he had a duty to his father and to his people. Such places could pose a danger to all of Nightkind and the pre-Cataclysm treasure that could be found may be useful to the Midnight Kingdom. Still, it didn't much improve his mood. The dhampir had been sent ahead of the party to scout out the deepest underground corridors and alert them of any dangers... After all, he was the most skilled at hiding, sneaking and going unnoticed of the entire group... And both Viktor and Branwyn wore heavy armor that would draw attention to them. So far, he had found nothing – only seemingly endless, empty corridors littered with dust, cobwebs and five-thousand year-old trash – coming at last to the chamber where he now stopped to rest... And wait for his companions. He had tried his best to keep track of every twist and turn as he wandered deeper and deeper underground but...Well, Florian just wasn't built for adventuring – he was meant to sit around his father's castle, pursuing his various hobbies and getting railed by his boyfriend... And so, he had gotten a little bit lost. He yawned, a deep tiredness coming over him. It would be safe enough to wait here, every corridor he'd walked through had been empty and there was, as far as he could tell, no signs of life anywhere nearby. No scent of blood, no sound of beating heart nor of drawn breath. Florian closed his eyes, resting against the wall. He could take a little nap, right? It would fine. Gods only knew how long it would take Viktor, Branwyn and Lyssa to find him and he had nothing else to occupy his time...
There was a thick, wet popping sound that caused Florian to jump, snapping him out of his dozy reverie. He cried out in surprise as a massive eye opened in the ceiling above him, gazing down with its enormous slitted pupil fixed solely on him, surrounded by a toxic green iris. The wall suddenly felt strangely soft, yielding and... sticky. Thick pink tendrils shot out from the floor, wrapping around his arms and legs as the doorway through which he'd entered disappeared. The texture and color of the walls shifted rapidly, going from gray and white stone to the wet, glossy red of raw meat and his heart sank. Panic flooded him – this was bad. Florian struggled, trying to pull himself free from the tendrils but it was no use – they held him fast and the more he struggled, the tighter they gripped him. The air became hot and wet as more tendrils emerged from the floor, the walls and the ceiling. He could hardly breathe – though that may have been because of the thick tentacles that were wrapping themselves tightly around his chest... He cried out in shock and disgust as a thick, clear slime began to ooze from them, coating his clothes and skin. It stank of sweat and of sex, making Florian gag as he continued to struggle. He was held in the air now, his arms out at his sides and his legs parted.
One of the tendrils began to prod between his legs – its tip squirming against him and smearing his cunt with that strange, sticky ooze. Florian groaned as the tendril began to grind against his stiffening clit.
A torrent of cum squirted from Florian's cunt, splattering onto the wet, pink floor. Oh Gods, it felt so fucking good. Wave after wave of sheer bliss slammed into him as he rode out the aftershocks of the unbearably intense orgasm, the other tendrils working over every inch of his body causing it to drag on into what felt like forever. They ensured that every inch of his body was covered in their slime, making sure his body was wet and slippery and burning with lust. Florian moaned, feeling one of the tentacles slithering its way between his ass cheeks, slathering the puckered hole with its slime and feeling the muscles there loosen, relaxing of their own accord and letting the tip of the tendril pry him open without much resistance, shoving inch after inch of itself into him without hesitation. The dhampir cried out, his head falling back and his entire body going rigid as the tendril inside of him pulsed and expanded, pistoning in and out of him and stretching Florian's throbbing asshole wide. The tendril had started out only as wide as two fingers but quickly grew until it was as thick around as Florian's wrist slamming into him over and over again.
Another orgasm wracked Florian's body, his mouth open in a wide O as a ragged scream tore itself from his throat as his back arched and limbs jerked helplessly in the grasp of the tentacles. The first tendril slipped from his swollen clit, leaving it twitching and throbbing in the open air... The wet thing snaked its way down over Florian's lower lips, rubbing its thickening tip against his entrance. He groaned, shaking his head weakly.
Not only was he already so uncomfortably full that every one of the tentacle's inward thrusts made his belly distend, Florian felt like it was pulling his insides out with it every time it retracted... There was no way there was space for anything else to push its way inside of him.
But the tendril that probed at his cunt was determined – it pushed against his hole with gentle thrusts, slowly parting his lower lips, slowly stretching Florian open until there was enough space for its tip to slip inside... And then, exactly as the tentacle in his ass had done, it began to push its way inside him as it expanded rapidly. Florian screamed again, feeling the tender inner walls of his cunt stretching to and then beyond their limits. The pain was unbelievable, the tendril swelling until he felt like he was going to break open.
Florian knew his body shouldn't be able to stretch like this – even a dhampir's body wasn't that resilient... There must have been something in the slime that the tendrils covered him with that allowed his body to be used and deformed like this. He could feel the tendrils as they violated his ass and cunt, feel every ridge and bump as they slid in and out of him with apparent ease... A third tendril, much smaller than the other two ghosted over Florian's clit, resting there for only a moment before it moved further down, probing between his lower lips and finding the final hole that hid itself between the dhampir's legs. Florian cried out in horror as he felt its tip begin to press into him there.
When the third tendril slipped into his urethra, Florian thought he was going to pass out. It slipped deep into him, stretching even that hole. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. A desperate scream was caught in his throat, his lower body a riot of sensations – every hole there penetrated and violated, stretched beyond capacity as the creature's tentacles fucked Florian roughly, breaking through the poor dhampir's resistance and fraying his mind at the edges... Finally, enough of the aphrodisiac was in his system that Florian's foggy brain began to interpret the input as pleasure – his hips moving of their own accord and grinding against the tentacles, trying to force them in deeper. Climax after climax rocked Florian's body, his cunt clenching, body spasming, his insides squeezed tight around their intruders, his mouth wide as screams of ecstasy tore themselves from his lips again and again... He couldn't stop gushing, a puddle of cum growing on the floor beneath him.
Thin tendrils
wrapped around Florian's breasts now, cupping their soft,
small form before squeezing them tightly, tips rubbing
against his nipples and coating them with slime. It
dripped down his chest and over his massively distended
belly – the tips of the two tentacles thrusting into
his ass and pussy visible through the flesh.
Florian whined, squirming and screaming as all three of the tentacles slamming into him sped up their pace and roughness – clearly intent to drive him out of his fucking mind. The one in his cunt was as thick around as his fist now and he could feel its tip jammed up against his cervix – ramming into it with every thrust. All three of them rubbed against each other inside of him, pressed against each other through the thin walls of flesh that they had stretched to near breaking point. Tears were streaming down Florian's cheeks, drool trickling down from the corners of his mouth.
Florian's screams rose to a fever pitch, his voice breaking as the tip of the massive tendril in his spasming cunt finally tore through the last bit f resistance – invading his uterus and stretching the organ with its mass. It was pure agony being penetrated in this place that was never meant to be penetrated but that didn't stop the tendril from thrusting itself into Florian's womb again and again.
Every tendril that penetrated Florian sped up its pace – shoving all the air out of his lungs as they pounded his holes relentlessly. His whole body felt like it was on fire and everything felt unbelievably good. A strange warmth spread through his chest, his breasts tingling as they too stretched – leaking milk as the tendrils squeezed and fondled them. He was sure he was going to pass out from the pleasure now, any moment... The tentacle that was buried in Florian's cunt began to swell again, lumps bigger around than his fist stretching as they flowed down the tentacle's length towards him... The skin of it was stretched wide enough that he could see clearly that the lumps were eggs – translucent and pale pink, glowing ever so faintly with tiny withing masses of tentacles suspended within them. His mind wasn't foggy enough not to feel fear when his earlier suspicions were confirmed – this thing was going to use him to breed. Florian shook his head, desperately trying to regain control of his body. He didn't want this, couldn't let this happen to him. He didn't even want to get pregnant the normal way – much less have his body filled up with the eggs of some terrifying monster locked away in a pre-Cataclysm ruin.
The tendril flexed, the first egg making its way to his cunt ever so slowly pushing into him, stretching him further as the creature forced it into Florian's body. He screamed, as the egg broke through what little resistance his body was able to offer, screamed as his cunt stretched unbearably wide to accommodate the thing... Screamed as the tight ring of his cervix was stretched, the tendril pushing the egg through and depositing it in his waiting womb. The instant it was inside of him, the instant the egg was pushed out of the tendril, the most unbelievable ecstasy flooded Florian's body – feeling his womb stretched wide as the egg entered him, feeling a life deposited inside of him was beyond amazing. His back arched and his toes curled, Florian's entire body stiffening and spasming as the creature pushed a second of its eggs into his cunt, the most intense orgasm Florian had ever felt in his life claiming him. A third egg stretched him and then a fourth and a fifth. Florian was drowning in pleasure, incoherent screams of bliss drowning out the sounds of the tentacles still pistoning into Florian's ass and bladder. He felt the skin of his belly stretching, dark red lines spiderwebbing across the flesh like lightning bolts. He groaned, he was so swollen with the eggs that he looked nearly eight months pregnant and he could see their faint outline through his stomach, too. It forced a sixth into him and Florian cried out.
Florian's belly was swollen like he was nine months pregnant with triplets, his belly button sticking out, the red stretch marks rippling across his skin like ocean waves.
More, oh Gods, he needed more. Florian didn't think that anything could possibly feel this good or that anything could possibly feel this good again. Being made into the home of this creatures tiny, fragile children – feeling himself stretched and used was an ecstasy that he had never even conceived of before. Held up by the creature's tentacles, the tendrils in his holes still slamming into him as they pushed more eggs into him had turned him into little more than a screaming, squirming fuck toy. It left a seventh egg in Florian's womb and a fifth in his ass before the tentacles swelled again – pushing something thick and sticky inside of him, something that kept the eggs firmly in place even as the tentacles withdrew from Florian's gaping holes. He closed his eyes, panting and moaning. He was so unbearably full – his womb, his ass... Even his breasts were full, swollen to at least three times their original size and streaming milk from their swollen nipples, dripping over his chest and impossibly rounded belly. The creature continued to fuck his urethra, still pumping that strange slime into his bladder... Eventually, darkness rolled over him and Florian passed out. Florian couldn't possibly know how long he had hung in the air there – dripping milk and slime and dribbling his own cum onto the ground... But something eventually drew him from his sleep – a sound other than his own delirious, pleasured groans and the soft squelch of his urethra being plumbed. It was a familiar sound, a voice calling his name. A voice that made him furrow his brow as he opened his eyes, looking up.
He shifted, the tendrils still holding him fast... Florian cried out, the motion causing his belly to shift, making him painfully aware of just how far his body had been pushed beyond its limits. Even with the alterations the creature's fluids had made, Florian was sure that his body would have torn open under the strain if he had been a normal human... Despite that, his cunt throbbed, burning and aching to be filled again and filled ever fuller. When the light came pouring in as a blade ripped through the fleshy walls of the creature's maw there was a scream – an inhuman scream that made Florian cringe. The tendrils that had been taut went limp, dropping him onto the hot, wet ground. The brightness that assaulted Florian's eyes caused him to cry out and cover them now that he had use of his hands again.
Florian struggled to sit up, his body protesting any attempt at movement by sending sharp jolts of pain through him. Once the aphrodisiac wore off fully, he was going to be in a lot of pain – especially if they eggs weren't removed by then.
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