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Get better soon.
The Beast is sick. Are you still having sex with it? What did you have to change in the way you do it?
Nathan didn’t know what he was doing. He really didn’t.
It had occurred to him that he hadn’t seen the monster in a while. He didn’t know why it made him feel worried. He should be happy! It had molested him for months now, had taken his virginity and forced itself on him again and again. It never asked for his permission. Never gave him much of a choice in the matter.
Has it finally gotten sick of him? Did it leave the forest and the swamp hidden in its depth? Was Nathan safe now?
All of this went through his head, while he was treading through the thick forest behind his house, getting closer to the bog he knew existed in it. The ground was already getting muddier the closer he came to the swamp, feet getting stuck more often. At least he was of sound of mind enough to wear appropriate footwear for his excursion, if the actual reason for this was anything but.
He really should turn around, go back to the house, be happy that he was being left alone. That he may never see the beast again and could live a normal life. One without fear of a monster.
Instead.
Instead he was here, deep into the forest, fog barely rising from the ground, shoes squishing through the mud. He would have to be careful not to get lost, not to dip into an especially dangerous part of the swamp and never be able to get out. This idea grew more stupid the more he thought of it. How was he even supposed to find a monster made to be hidden in the bog?
At least he packed a bag with some things, just in case of an emergency.
A growl made him instantly stop in his tracks.
Body shuddering at the sound.
Were there other predators here?
He was so stupid!
He never actually thought of that!
Another growl had him look around, slow in hopes of not provoking whatever made the sound, until the especially foul odor of rotting flowers hit his nose, a hint of waterlilies, making it twitch in disgust and memory. He still recognised the smell and true to his thoughts, he saw the beast crouching down low in the close distance, probably having moved to find the intruder in its territory.
It looked worse for wear, vines covering part of its body, usually so agile and restless, now barely moving, looking almost sick in color, weird sheen over its plated body. It looked like it was heaving shallow breaths, an odor of rot radiating from its body.
Nathan hesitated.
It looked like it could barely move, but he was sure it hadn’t been there before. Was it sick? Had he awoken it from its slumber and now it was pissed?
He never ever should have gone into the woods. Should have left the matter well enough alone.
But there was a part in him, deep down, that had made him look for the beast. A worry he couldn’t quite describe.
Maybe it was there for a reason.
Maybe his mind was just broken.
Or maybe he was just that stupid.
But now he was here. He had found the beast or it had found him, it didn’t really matter. What mattered is that it looked ill. Weak in comparison to the massiveness it usually radiated.
„Ah… hi…“
He mumbled, not quite knowing what to say. Still not even knowing if it understood any of his words. It certainly never listened when he protested. But he noticed that it seemed to perk up, head dipping to the side.
He still couldn’t see any eyes, but he felt it staring at him nonetheless. It had stopped its growling, just crouching still against a tree, tentacles barely twitching. It probably didn’t see him as a threat. Nathan thought, lithe body and all. He wasn’t very tall either, relatively small for a male even, more leg than anything. His petite frame only slightly muscled from swimming labs in their pool. He usually dressed more feminine too, when he wasn’t traversing into the marsh.
Now he wore ripped jeans, a long sleeved extra large hoodie, in hopes of fighting off any insects that tried to bite him through his clothes. Feet clad in rainboots, against the sluggish earth.
He slowly moved closer, intending to stop the moment the creature would show aggression again. It never did, instead it slummed backwards against the tree it had been leaning on, breath ragged.
Nathan furrowed his forehead in an absurd kind of worry, not understanding why he even felt anything like that against his month long abuser. But he also couldn’t help it, something inside him knotting at the thought that the beast was feeling unwell. It would be normal for a human to feel worry for another, but not for a monster.
Yet…
Yet Nathan moved closer and lowered himself on his knees in front of it. Closer up like this he could see the pallid like skin, almost like it was cracking from dryness. Come to think of it, the last few weeks had been especially hot and though the ground here was still kind of moist, the marshlands hidden inside the forest definitely weren’t as wet as they usually were.
Was that the problem? Was it drying up?
He lifted his hand slowly, intending to stop the movement the moment it looked like it would attack. It didn’t and his trembling hand brushed over the general area of its chest, his hand sweaty from heat and fear. It rumbled against his fingers, chest noticeably quivering under them.
The scaled skin felt as dry as it looked, like it would break under too much pressure, but he could almost immediately see a difference between where he touched it with sweaty hands and where it stayed untouched. It almost looked like it had absorbed his sweat, making it glisten like it usually did.
Was the heat making it ill?
He watched how his handprint seemed to be absorbed into the body. It left a visible print on its scales. Had his hand been that sweaty? His face flushed with embarrassment, though the beast didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, it leaned into him, body almost collapsing against him.
Its smell had changed as well, smelling like fresh leaves, the sweet smell of waterlilies slowly returning to its form. The smell made something in his own body react, a shiver going through it. This was happening ever since that day when his body had released fluids it never had before, when the monster had visited him and ravaged him all through the night.
It had been embarrassing in the morning.
Just like it had then, the smell started to make him a little dizzy. He shook his head in hopes of getting rid of that, staring at the thing in front of him.
“Do you need water?”
He turned to remove the backpack he wore, glad he had brought water with him, opening it and getting the bottle out. He opened the bottle, lifting it up to the creature.
“Will this help?”
He really didn’t know what he was doing, but he still wanted to help, feeling sorry for the beast, even through everything it had done to him. His hand was shaking a little, the smell getting stronger and he rubbed his thighs together, kneeling right there, close to it, already feeling the weird slick that his body had started to produce since that fateful day. He would never be able to explain it to anyone, especially should he ever find an actual boyfriend.
His shaking hand made the water spill over the beast and it hissed in pleasure, the skin turning its rightful color again. It opened its large mouth, teeth bared to him, but he didn’t feel threatened by it. It felt more like an obscure smile, not that it didn’t make him stop shuddering in prey fright. One of its tentacles grabbed onto his wrist, making him empty the bottle over its head. It shuddered in utter delight, hissing again.
“Oh.”
The tentacle slowly curled around his entire arm, still sluggish in its movements, but it didn’t hurt him.
“We have an entire pool. You could swim there tonight if the water helps.”
He really didn’t know if it understood anything of what he said, the water still dripping from its head. He grabbed another bottle with his free hand, the other was still wrapped with the vine. It slowly curled further up his arm.
“I need that to open the other one too.”
It looked at the bottle, then used the vine around his arm to pull him onto its lap.
He yelped in surprise, dropping the bottle to the ground. His face was pressed around its neck area, where the smell seemed to be the strongest. He gasped, taking it in, shuddering at the flowery scent, he could already feel the slick getting worse, his underpants starting to get soaked. Another tentacle vine suddenly dipped under his clothes, right under his hoodie where the sweat was already building. It felt like it was getting stronger the longer it was on the small of his back, brushing against the top of his trousers, as if it was looking for a way to get down into his pants.
It growled when it couldn’t find enough space, lifting its clawed hands as if it wanted to rip his clothes apart, again.
“W-Wait! D-don’t rip them!”
He really couldn’t lose another pair of pants, especially out here in the swamp. That was the reason he told himself when he used his free hand to open the button and zipper, loosening them enough for the tentacle to pass under it. He whimpered when it found its way inside his undies as well, right between his cheeks, where the slick was already dripping hard down his hole, thanks to the aphrodisiac-like smell right under his nose.
It made squishing noises when it slid between his cheeks, over his hole, brushing, rubbing, slightly pushing and Nathan lifted his free hand to grab on its hard shoulder, shuddering on its lap.
“W-why…”
The vine pushed in without much more preamble, stretching his opening with a loud sucking noise, making him tremble in embarrassment. His behind almost sucked it in all on its own, accustomed to the feeling of being stretched, even if it hadn’t visited him in a while. The slick was almost gushing from his hole as the appendage penetrated him, coating it in a translucent film. He could feel it shudder at the wetness inside his body, moving, searching, loving the inside of his channel.
His grip on its shoulder grew harder, panting hot breaths against its neck.
Suddenly he felt something he hadn’t felt before. A sucking feeling right inside his body, sucking the fluids out of him. His back bent backwards, one hand scratching on its shoulder, the other held firm with the tentacle still completely bound around it. His entire body shook at the sensation, eyes wide and unfocused, looking straight up into the trees. Mouth opened in a silent scream.
While this was happening, he could feel it moving still, pushing the breaths out of him, his dick hard and more vines started to move, getting energy from whatever the one inside his body was doing. He mewled when another vine suddenly curled around his cock, squeezing it, absorbing the precome trickling out of it, still hidden under his panties. With more and more tentacles suddenly coming back to life, more and more curled around several body parts. They helped by pushing his trousers and underpants down his thighs, giving them more room for his flesh to meet its scaly flesh, keeping his thighs propped upright and ass in the air.
“W-whaaa-t..”
He wailed, his hole clenched around a second vine wanting to enter his body. Even more weaving around his body, lifting his hoodie up. It was weird to feel himself producing slick, but not feeling it drip down his legs anymore. It was also weird that he had come accustomed to that over the months. He didn’t understand how he hadn’t dried up yet, because he also knew he should be sweating a lot, but even that was being absorbed by the vines.
Eyes barely open, he finally managed to look back down to the monster, which was definitely looking at him with invisible eyes. It looked pleased, way more hydrated than before. Whatever it was doing to manhandle him, it seemed to be working to make it healthy again. The tentacles caressed over his skin, soaking up any sweat that wanted to build, his channel clutching the ones inside him, because yes, the second one had managed to enter him too.
He had come the first time at that, but that also had been sucked away, making him shudder in an almost dry orgasm. Only able to whimper and tremble, the tentacles the only reason he was still upright in any way or form.
Whatever was happening, it made sure he got all the pleasure, while it absorbed any and all fluids his body produced. It supported him, wrapped in its vines as he was. He hung almost limp, body only able to spasm, vines pleasuring him without pause. He could feel another orgasm building, sucking sounds loud in the air. His ears burned, face flushed. He showed all the signs of over exhaustion, except for the sweat that should be building.
He felt hot.
Even though most of his clothes were piled either around his ankles or up under his armpits, baring most of his body to the dry air. Tentacles moved inside his channel, pulling out and pushing in. The slick made a sloshing noise before it got sucked into the vines again. His rim was already so loose and welcoming them in again and again.
His body was just a doll for the use of the beast in that moment, mind hazy from the heat and the smell of flowers. It rumbled under his body. Pleased, moderately looking healthy again.
And all Nathan had wanted was for it to swim in their pool, soak in the water there to help and here he was, being manhandled by tentacle-like vines fondling his body, violating it, taking any kind of fluids they could find…
…and still helping it in the end.
He was sure he would be the one needing the use of the water bottle in the end.
A passed out when a third tentacle started to brush around his rim, looking for a way to enter as well, finding it and pushing relentlessly against it.
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Nathan doesn’t know how he had returned home. He was exhausted, dirty, but with all his clothes still surprisingly intact. He wasn’t even filled with cum the way he usually was when the beast took its time with him. Instead, he was lying on his bed, mostly dry, tired, filthy and utterly thirsty. He stared blankly up at his ceiling on the second floor, breathing shallowly. Turning his head to the side, he was surprised to see his backpack lying beside him.
Trembling hands lifted to pull it closer, making it fall in his direction with the still full water bottle rolling out and against his body. It took him quite a while to make sense of it, before he struggled to sit upright, his backside twinging from being sensitive and overused, body shivering at the feeling. He grabbed for the bottle, needing a minute to finally open it, spilling some of it on his legs. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle up to drink. His throat was dry and the warm water was soothing enough for his scream-roughed windpipe.
He looked down at his body, at his soiled clothes, the dirty shoes on his bed. He would have to throw them and his bedsheets into the washer, without his parents seeing. He thought with a kind of numb mind, still processing.
A splash of water made him flinch and his gaze found the open window of his second floor room. Still a little out of it, he moved his legs down the side of his bed, setting them on the ground, trembling as they were. It took him way too long to get off the bed and his shaking legs slowly brought him closer to the balcony door beside the window. He opened it with trembling hands, walking outside and looking down into the direction of the pool. It was already dark out, but the ambient light of the pool made it clear to see.
Down in the waters was the beast, enjoying a swim in the heat of a summer night, his parents probably already asleep and not noticing the beast he had invited in.
He sank to his knees, staring unseeing down to where the monster was, looking healthy and agile again…
…and Nathan wondered if that was because of him, or the pool in the end.