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Who knew about it?

Someone around you knows or knew about you having sex with the Beast. Why aren’t they talking about it?

“Gh…uh.”

Nathan moaned, breathless, pinned to the ground as he was, right behind his house, not too far into the woods, the ground muddy under his knees, clothes hanging torn from his limbs. Vines were around his wrists, keeping them locked in front of him, arms stretched out, hips up in the air and more vines keeping them in place as well, his thighs bound to their individual calves, spread as far apart as they could. He could barely move, back bowed against the restraints. 

He was helpless like that, different tentacle-like vines caressing his body in some places, slimy secretion helping them along, enough that it dropped from his skin, soaking into his flesh. They played with his nibbles, some loosely hanging around his neck as well, pressing against it when he moved away too much, taking his breath away. He whined low in his throat, more vines inside his mouth, shoved deep, making him swallow the slimy fluids over and over again. His mind was already hazy from the taste, from the amount of juice he had been drinking from them almost nonstop. The smell of clean water, the perfume of waterlilies when no pond was near, was also in his nose the entire time, making him dizzy as well, potent as it was.

He wondered what Marcel would think when he saw him like this once more. Would he be shocked again, would he be able to believe that this… thing… still wasn’t over? That he was still doing what he had seen happening before? 

Nathan wouldn’t know, wouldn’t be able to predict it. He hadn’t seen Marcel in quite a while, when the other man had tried to help him get rid of his problem. When he had tried to kill the beast taking advantage of him. He wasn’t even sure how long that had been ago, the haziness of his brain not helping either. He swallowed more juice, gagging as he was shoved onto the tentacles in his mouth, backside screaming at the hard pounding of the creature behind him, which they belonged to. 

Long clawed fingers were holding his ass cheeks apart, pointed nails scratching into the plump meat of his flesh, showing how wide his poor rim was stretched around the cock plunging into him without pause. It oozed as much fluids as its tentacle-vines did, making the squishy noise it produced with every thrust, almost unbearably loud, making him flush even more, ears hot, gagging on the vines in his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when it hit the special spot inside him, pummeling into it non-stop after his body twitched around its dick, milking it, making his body shudder uncontrollably. It made sure that he would squeeze around it with each thrust. Oversensitive, dick leaking translucent liquid. The pleasure was overwhelming, keeping him on the edge.

He couldn’t even remember what he had been thinking about a moment ago, mind blank except for the uncontrollable pleasure being pushed into him, his body thrumming with heat, slick with the slimy substance the monster leaked, filled to the brim with its large cock and vines, feeling it rearrange his insides, his belly getting taut each time it rammed back into him, his stomach filled with it fluids from both sides. 

It growled, teeth bared behind him, large mouth filled with sharpness, not that he was able to see anything, eyes dazed and barely open, looking into the far distance ahead of him, not even seeing the glow of his house. He gagged, not even noticing anymore, body moving to the thrusts of the creature. It grew more aggressive, the slap, slap of skin on skin getting especially loud, the squelch of fluids loud in the air. A whine, choked away by the vines in his throat, tears flowing. He trembled, cock spurting another spout of liquidy come, not remembering how often he had already climaxed today. 

A hiss from behind him and suddenly he could feel it coming inside him, throbbing, flooding the insides of his channel, deep inside his belly, his insides almost bruised by the strong stream of fluids leaving its cock. 

Nathan could only gurgle around the vines, eyes rolling back again, its tentacles suddenly spurting even more liquids into his throat, too much for him to swallow at once, its juices dripping from between his wide used lips, down his chin. His throat was working helplessly, bulging around the vines still lodged inside. He could feel the pulsations of the erection rammed deep into him, still filling his body with its cum, not yet finished with breeding him. It was dripping down his restrained legs, squeezing out from around the length lodged inside, its hips grinding against his ass. He was sure his belly was already showing the amount of semen that was pumped into him. His body that was held taut by its clawed hands and vines binding him in his arched position. His insides were raw and hot, spasming around the intruders on both sides, whimpering as much as he could.

Breathing hard. 

He was just a warm sheath to its massive appendages at the moment. 

Marcel long forgotten.

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What is happening?

Copulating with the Beast has made your body act weirdly. Continuously being horny. It almost feels like you are in heat. 

He felt wrong, there was no other way to say it, almost feverish. His skin was clammy with sweat, body trembling seemingly without reason. He couldn’t stop pressing and rubbing his thighs together, dick leaking between his legs, hard without him having to touch it. He wanted to touch it, but he couldn’t, sitting at the dining table with his parents, trying to eat, glad they couldn’t see, especially with the large oversized hoodie he was wearing over his body. His gasps were quiet and under his breath. 

Another shiver was running over his body which was enough to get the attention of his mother, who looked worried up from her dinner at him. 

“Nathan, are you alright?”

She frowned at him, seeing the sweat dripping down his face. His father lifted his face as well, wondering what was wrong and noticing his son looking worse for wear. 

“Did you catch a bug?”

Nathan pressed his thighs together even more under the table, pulling his hoodie over the shorts he wore, hiding his actual problem even more. His hands shook curled around the fabric. 

“Guess so…”

He mumbled, not looking at his parents, eyes a little glassy. If he didn’t know any better, he thought he felt liquid dripping from his hole, something that shouldn’t be possible. He really hoped the hoodie would hide everything if he had to stand up. 

His mother stood up from her own seat, moving over to him and lifting her hand to his forehead, making him twitch and almost recoil from the touch. She only frowned deeper, pressing her hand even more firmly against his head. 

“Oh honey, you’re burning up. Maybe you should go up to your room and rest. Maybe open a window for a bit of fresh air. That may help too.”

Nathan bit down on a whimper and nodded instead, climbing off his own seat, making sure his oversized hoodie was covering his body almost down to his knees. 

“Im’ma go to sleep.”

He mumbled, head ducked and moved out of the dining room, climbing up the stairs and into the last door on the corridor, straight to his room. He locked it behind himself, just to be sure to be left alone. He really hoped his clothes hid everything below, his erection, the wet spots that he could feel on his shorts, the liquid he could slowly feel dripping down his legs. He was sure that it wasn't sweat, even though he couldn’t quite explain what else it could be, since it seemed to come from his hole. 

He shivered again, even though the hoodie he wore was cozy and warm, hugging his small frame and long legs. He usually loved dressing like this, an extra large top, even better if it would drop down one of his shoulders, hands hidden behind long sleeves, fabric falling far over his thighs and shorts under everything, long sleek legs shaved clean and free of fabric, especially when it was not too hot out, but not too cold either. He just loved lounging around like that. 

But right now, right now he couldn’t tear the hoodie off fast enough, followed by the undershirt he wore under it. Goosebumps rose on his skin when the slight wind from the already open window hit his naked overheated skin, making him shudder for a different reason. He chucked his shorts and underwear off into the corner as well, sighing in slight relief when his cock wasn’t caught between the clothes anymore. He looked over his shoulder, trying to see what was happening, without much luck. 

He climbed onto the bed next, throwing his blanket to the side and flopping down onto the mattress, sighing happily that he was off his feet. He rolled onto the side, curling into himself, body hot and shivering with each little breath of air he could feel caressing his flesh. His eyes were half lidded when he looked between his legs, actually seeing his leaking hard erection. It looked raw and swollen, red and wet from precome dripping down its shaft. He didn’t understand what was happening with his body, why he suddenly felt so aroused, when all he had done was talk with his parents over dinner. 

Nathan had felt a little weird in the morning, slowly getting worse over the day, but he still felt alright when dinner started. It was like a switch suddenly turning and he was hard in a moment of seconds, skin oversensitive to the fabric on his skin. He whimpered, hand curled around his leaking cock. He hadn’t even noticed it moving! And it was his own hand! He stroked over the shaft, feeling the heat radiating from the skin, twitching under his fingers. It was slippery from his juices, making it easy to pump. His hips twitched, lips opening in a croaky moan. 

He took himself firmly in hand now, clasping his fingers around his head and squeezing, pumping firmly down his cock. He whimpered, bending more into himself, legs twitching from pleasure and suddenly he was shooting his load into the air, right onto his face, shocking himself into a stupor, not having noticed how much he had curled up on the bed. Not quite understanding how he had already climaxed, when he hadn’t even felt his coming. 

He stared down at his still leaking cock, twitching in his loose grip. Nathan could feel how it didn’t grow limp, instead it felt like it was growing stiffer again, dripping thin fluids without stopping. 

What was wrong with him?

His entire skin was flooded by goosebumps again, when another breeze hit his body, bringing the smell of waterlilies with it. He whimpered. Pressing his eyes closed. 

He abruptly let go of his cock, gripping for his blanket, even though his body felt so hot, that he was sure he would suffocate if he actually pulled it over his skin. His hand trembled, clamped around the blanket as it was, but he didn’t move it any closer than it already was, shivering without meaning to. 

The boy rubbed his thighs together again, noticing that the slick between his legs had become worse, definitely leaking from between his cheeks. It felt like it had gotten worse the moment he had smelled the waterlilies. A snivel left his mouth, face hiding into the blanket, wetting it with tears falling from between his pressed closed eyes. 

It felt so weird. 

Curious, but still hiding his face, not wanting to face the reality of it, he lifted his shaking hand and reached behind himself, slowly pressing his fingers between his cheeks. He could feel the slickness between them, dripping down his flesh. It was definitely coming from his ass, the juices making squishy noises when he brushed through his cheeks, feeling the liquid dripping from his fingers. 

Scared, he touched his hole, a jolt going through his entire body at that, feeling it leaking and swollen under his fingers. He lifted them, fearing for the worst, but it was only a translucent liquid of sorts, not blood. He breathed a sigh of relief, inhaling sharply when he touched his wet hole again.

The smell of waterlilies grew stronger, fingers dipping deeper between his ass, rubbing against his swollen entrance. More juices dripped out, his fingers slipping inside without any kind of resistance. He yelped in surprise. 

It had never been that easy before!

A growl answered his surprised sound and Nathan jerked for an entire different reason. He tore his hand away, lifting himself up on his arms and stared at the open window. The smell of waterlilies, clear water and nature coming strong from that direction. The boy's eyes grew wide as saucers. 

Sitting on his windowsill, high up on the second floor, in broad daylight, the creature sat. It was large, kind of humanlike in the way that it had a head, arms and legs, but it could never be mistaken for a human. Its hands were human like enough, but ended in sharp dark claws, wicked. The boy could feel the phantom pain in places on his body those claws had penetrated already, just from looking at them. Its skin was hard under his hands from scales all over it, almost like a skin tight armor. He knew from experience, never having been able to penetrate it with anything, especially not with fingernails digging into them. 

But the worst thing was its mouth. 

When closed, it looked almost harmless, but when opened, it was like he was looking into an overly large mouth of a flytrap. Teeth sharp and dripping saliva, large enough to bite an entire head off. He never quite knew where its eyes were, but the tentacle-like vines that moved from the head, like hair, down all over its body, could very well be hiding them. He knew that each one of these vines had a mind of their own, that not all actually came from the head but from around other parts of its body. Nathan had never quite been able to see where they came from. They dropped some kind of fluid, always making everything slippery and loud. 

It was back.

Nathan swallowed hard, crawling backwards, further away from the window. His eyes had spotted another thing, between its legs, the scales had moved, opened for him to see its large dick dropping out, already erect and leaking. He mewled slightly under his breath, body shuddering at the strong smell of the creature, already becoming a little lightheaded. His body reacted to the smell, the sight, the crooning like sound the creature made. More liquid dropped from his hole, down his thighs and his body trembled in realization. 

It must have done something to him, to his body!

It moved, its smell getting stronger the closer it got and Nathan trembled, limbs not working the way he wanted them to, eyes fixed on the length between the beast's legs. He rubbed his thighs together again, feeling his hole twitch, as if it was waiting for something. 

It crawled onto his bed, clawed hand grabbing for one of his legs and Nathan did nothing to protest when it spread his legs apart, opening the space between them. He was completely naked, vulnerable, his body burning, trembling, heat boiling under his skin and he almost willingly opened his legs even further for it to fit between them. 

It scooted closer, sniffing the air, even though he couldn’t see a nose and tentacle-like vines slowly unwinding from its body to caress his own. They were slimy, adding to the sweat already culminating on his skin. He squirmed, arching under their touch, the liquid almost cool to his skin. 

It felt amazing.

It made the heat suddenly bearable. 

“Ah.”

He sighed, legs parting as far as they could go, quivering under the touch of its appendages. It helped his heated skin. 

Two of the larger ones curled around both of his thighs, lifting his lower body into the air, off the bed entirely, entangled around his cheeks and parted them, making his asshole visible to the beast. It dripped slick. He could hear its dull dripping sound against his bed-sheets, his skin visibly turning red in shame. 

He sobbed. 

The monster reacted with a rumbling noise and then it leaned over him, pointed tip of a large erect penis pressing against his opening. Its fluids were a balm against the heat building there, making him groan in shameful delight. It felt so good. 

It pressed into him, pointed tip easily breaking him open, stretching him apart, coolness fighting against the heat. His hole was almost begging for it, trying to clamp around it, almost sucking it in. It was just as easy to slip through his hole as his fingers had been, even though it was so much larger. It stretched him impossibly wide, his channel snug against its cockhead. He could hear it squelching between his legs, fluids making it loud and clear. 

Nathan opened his mouth in a loud wail when the thickest part of the tip suddenly got sucked in, almost punching the breath out of him. Making the wail get stuck in his throat. The smell of waterlilies was strong when it grunted in delight, his channel squeezing it, making him feel each and every inch being pushed into him. It was slow at first, making him eat it inch by inch, making it impossible to miss how it pulsed inside his channel, the texture weird and slick, hot and cold at the same time, easing the weird feeling he had had the entire day, making it better, but the moment its thick base pressed against his opening, all bets were off and it pulled back out almost to the tip, making him whine, just to thrust back in, in one hard thrust. 

His entire body arched at the sudden movement, an itch being scratched, that he hadn’t known he had. The boy's mouth was wide open, but only a low keening noise was let loose, voice broken by the sudden burst of absolute pleasure. 

It didn’t stop.

Didn’t give him a moment to breathe, instead it set a brutal pace to ravish his hole. Plunging into him again and again, making him wheeze and rock against the headboard, only the pillow keeping his head safe. He could barely breathe, only sob, tears flowing, the relief his body was feeling at the pounding into his body. 

It was wonderful. 

He needed it. 

His cock spurting cum onto his belly from an especially well placed hit against his prostate, utterly sudden and making his body spasming around the dick deep inside him. It growled in delight and he could feel something hot and cold splashing against his insides. It felt just like what his body had needed, relief flooding him. 

But it didn’t stop, didn’t go limp, didn’t stop its back and forth into his body and Nathan cried in happiness as it started all over again, scratching that insatiable itch that he hadn’t known existed until it had come to scratch it for him. 

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Nathan heard a knock against his door, jolting at the sound, mind numb, glad he had locked the door when he went into his room, as he could hear the rattling of the door handle next. 

“Sweetie, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

He bit onto his pillow at an especially hard thrust into his sweet spot, eyes rolling into the back of his head, muffling the sound into the fabric. The beast behind him didn’t stop, rotating its hips against his lifted ass, clawed hands keeping him lifted in the best angle, filled with round after round of cum and the slick he had been unwillingly producing the whole time. The sloshing noises were loud in his ears, making them bleed red from embarrassment, hoping his mother couldn’t hear any of it on the other side of the door. He hid another deep moan into the pillow, barely being able to breath. The monster was relentless, his body already weak from orgasm after orgasm. Cock only able to drip translucent droplets, otherwise mostly emptied out. 

“Nghn.”

He grunted, face turning to the direction of the door, only seeing it through blurry eyes. Mind hazy. It had already turned dark outside, making it even harder to see, the breeze having turned colder, not that he felt a lot of it with the hot body towering over him, plunging deep into his hole again and again. 

“I’m….”

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, sounding absolutely wrecked in his own ears. Delighted. Exhausted. Fucked out. Being fucked. He knew his mother wouldn’t leave if he didn’t try to reassure her.

“...f-f- nghn -fine mo- ah -m…”

The creature growled lowly, hips twitching against his butt, thick cock stretching his poor overused rim, hot liquid filling him once more, dripping out from around it. He was sure he was already filled to the brim with how often it had mounted him that evening, not giving him any time to rest. 

And he had come again and again, dick never quite deflating, ass dripping unknown liquids non-stop. It had made it easy to mount him the first time and it had just gotten easier the more often it took its turn with him. His body weak and responding to each of the creatures touches, tentacles curled around his body, around his leaking dick. 

“It’s…. Gnah … just… nnh .. the heat… I… I…. think.”

It hadn’t stopped. Why hadn’t it stopped moving?

“I’ll… be alright… nnh … ma’ aaah .”

He bit onto his lips every time a moan was about to break free, probably not helping his cause in the least. 

“I’ll… nnh … just go… t-t -t-o sleep.”

There was a long moment of silence on the other side of the door, Nathan fearing his mother getting the spare key and coming in after all to check on him, the boy fearing for his mother should she really interrupt what the beast was doing to him, but then he just heard her sigh on the other side of the door. 

“Alright dear. Please rest. If it’s not any better tomorrow, we will go to the doctor's office.”

He whimpered into the pillow, biting the fabric hard when his oversensitive channel was being stretched further, the erection seemingly inflating even more inside of him. It felt like something else wanted to enter as well, stretching him further and the burn felt amazing to his murky mind. He must be fucked raw already, even with all the fluids involved. His insides were squishy from overuse, pummeled good and hard for the majority of the evening.

His body twitched with each move of the creature's thrusts, not even hearing his mother’s worried sigh and footsteps moving downstairs again, his ears full of splashing noises from between his cheeks. He moaned hoarsely, throat dry from hanging open, tongue lolling out when another hit against his prostate made his entire body go taut and his dick twitch in dry orgasm. 

It was still hard.

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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. 

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It wants to feed him.

What does the Beast feed on? How does it do it? How challenging is it to find fodder for the Beast?

For once he had just been relaxing outside on the patio of the pool, enjoying the late evening, the sky already glowing in oranges, pinks, violets and plunging in certain areas in dark blues. The birds were already partly quietening down for their night as well.

His parents were out and about to some kind of beneficial party, making him the lonely resident of the house at the moment and he enjoyed the alone time. He knew it would be a few hours until they got home, which meant he could relax and do nothing, read a book or swim a few rounds in their heated pool. 

A very loud screech almost made him fall from his deck chair, only barely hanging on, when he jumped in fright and nearly rolled off, one knee hitting the ground in a curse. It cut off almost immediately in a gurgled kind of noise and Nathan went still, eyes wide and staring into the woods behind their house. It had come right from there, he was sure of it.

He got cautionary on his feet, bending down to rub at his bruised knee, but never looking away from the woods. He shuddered at the thought of what could have made that sound. It almost sounded like a death scream, animalistic. At least he hoped it really wasn’t of the human kind. 

Was a predator out there? Should he move back into the house for now? 

Maybe that really was for the best.

He just turned around to grab his things when he heard twigs breaking right behind him. He paused in his stooping down motion, hand a few centimeters away from the book he had been reading, trembling slightly. Another twig cracked, bushes rustled and then a muddy feet sound emerged on the patio stones behind him. 

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of waterlilies hit his nose suddenly and he felt goosebumps rise over his skin. The footsteps drew closer, the wet sound resonating in his brain, making him twitch. He turned around slowly, before he stumbled a few steps back, getting stuck on another sunbed and tumbled to the ground and on his ass. 

Standing in front of him was the monster in all its slimy glory, tentacle-like vines curling around its body. It crouched down, clawed hands propping it up and the large flytrap-like mouth opened wide and spit out the squirrel it had been carrying. Its head was covered in blood, cocked to the side and making an inquisitive noise. 

Nathan just stared at it and the mess it had made on the patio. Not really comprehending what was happening. The beast leaned down again and picked the animal back up with its maw, crawling closer to him and dropping it right in front of his feet. 

“W-what…”

He couldn’t stop staring at the bloody display, feeling slightly ill and growing a little hysterical. Was it actually offering him food?

Its tentacles moved in his direction, slithering over the ground and slowly grabbing onto his ankles. A tiny whimper left his lips, but he didn’t move. It moved its head a little, looking kind of curious. He never saw it act like that, being a little flabbergasted by its behavior. It made an unfamiliar sound, pushing a squirrel closer and Nathan had to swallow audibly, bile rising. 

“N-no… th-thanks… I’m n-not re-really hungry.”

He definitely wasn’t hungry anymore, the gore having killed any kind of craving he had for food. It was staring at him for a long moment, maybe deciding if he was serious or not. With a weird approximation of a nod, it bent down again and swallowed the entire creature whole. Nathan had to turn away, eyes closed and putting his hands over his ears when the crunching started. 

It was really hard for him not to puke at the noises the beast was making, its tentacles clenching and unclenching around his ankles as if in pleasure. Happy about the food. He could feel the slimy appendages crawling up his naked leg, cringing at the stickiness of the juices they produced. 

The smell of flowers grew stronger in his nose and tremors went over his body. He could feel an itch between his cheeks building, the smell strong in the air, especially from the tentacles slowly moving up his legs. Smearing their juices into his naked skin. Goosebumps climbed up his body and he gasped when he felt the first drop of slick building from his rim.

It must be the smell of the creature, as obscure as it looked, the flowery scent was overwhelming his mind, making his body react in ways no one else could. He had to unplug his ears, instead he covered his swimming trunks dressed cock, hands hiding that the smell was getting him hard. One of the tentacles climbed up his wrist, curling around it, but not pulling the hand away.

Nathan, still with closed eyes, paused, not hearing any crunching sounds anymore. He also wasn’t already on his back, with legs spread wide and the monster between them, which made him slowly blink his eyes open, a little confused. It cocked its head at him, still crouched in front him, if a little closer than before, more of its vines caressing the skin on his smooth legs. It had dipped its head and in Nathan’s messed up mind, it almost looked like an animal that wanted praise.

He almost laughed at that hysterically.

What a weird thought.

A rumbling noise caught his ears and he startled a little when he could feel the vibrations in his legs through the tentacles, making a shiver run through his calves and up his abdomen. His eyes snapped up to the creature's head again, shoulders almost looking like they were drooping. It made it look even more like it wanted praise and was disappointed in not getting one. A sour taste of rotting leaves slowly permeating the air.

It startled him, making him feel bad all of a sudden.

„Th-thank y-you.“

He must really be out of his mind to thank the monster bringing him a dead animal, but it perked up a little at his voice and looked almost…

…happy.

Nathan stared at it. Now absolutely out of his depth.

What was going on?

It crawled ever closer, making it completely impossible not to smell the change in scent. The sweet flowery scent was only getting stronger, mixed with fresh grass and cool air. He inhaled sharply, his breath out stuttered between them. 

His predicament got worse between his buttocks, making him rub his thighs together, squirming on the ground and squishing the tentacles between them. 

It grunted in acknowledgment and Nathan could see the scaled plates between its legs moving, reacting to the change in his body, the slimy head of its cock starting to slowly peek out from between its folds. The vine furthest up his thigh brushed against his swimming trunks, as if accidentally, while moving between his trembling legs, pressing right up under his balls, when he reacted with a full body shiver and a loud gasp. 

Nathan grabbed onto the tentacle between his legs, trying to keep it still.

“What are you d-doing?”

It bent forward, nuzzling against his face, cool wet skin rubbing against his chin and neck. It purred at him, still sounding happy at his praise. Nathan flushed at the show of affection, new as it was, especially as it brought the strong smell of nature even closer to his nose, affecting his body even more. His mind started to cloud over as well.

Weirdly enough, he felt like encouraging the beast even more, lifting a hand to stroke at its tentacle hidden head. Some actually reacted to it, curling lightly around his fingers, brushing at them. He closed his eyes a little, becoming a bit hazy at the close proximity the longer it went on. The aphrodisiac-like smell was only getting stronger. He huffed at the creature, hands starting to roam from its head, down its shoulders and over its slimy cool body. It was nice to touch in the heat of summer. The vines reacting to his caress, the body under them hard and scaled. It scratched a little at his fingers, rough texture under his palms. 

Nathan opened his legs again, deciding to slide even closer to it, closer to the flowery smell, legs slinging around its hips, crouched as it was before him. It cooed at him, body reacting to his sudden initiative. His hands wandered downwards, until they reached its scaled slit showing its dickhead popping out, touching the slimy tip. It had grown larger, coming out even more at his gentle massaging. He murmured, eyes half opened, staring at the glittering tip under his fingertips. He could feel the start of heat pooling in his lower belly at the sight and hotness in his hands.

“You did good.”

It grew bigger in his curious fingers, never actually having had the time to see it like this, since it usually already had him on his hands and knees by now, fucking him raw. It was long, only getting larger the longer he stroked. Cockhead slim at first, but getting bigger around the tip, getting thinner behind the crown but growing steadily bulkier along the shaft again. It felt more flexible than his own, thick and slimy, getting even thicker at the base, almost as big as his fist. It was producing so much fluid, making it even slippier than its body already was, easier for him to stroke its ever growing erection. The sound was vulgar in his ears, a steady ‘shlick, shlick’ between his fingertips, making his face burn in embarrassment, but he didn’t stop. It was fascinating how it definitely grew larger the more aroused it grew, more and more sliding out of its slit. He really wondered how he ever managed to fit that inside his body. 

His breath hitched at the thought, especially when a large glob of precome dripped out of its tip, the smell growing more intense and headier, numbing his own mind even more. It was almost unconscious of him to lift his slick fingers and lick the juices off them. The taste was salty and musk, but with a flavor of nature. Almost like a flower. He could feel his own slick dripping into his swimming trunks in reaction to the taste, already soaked by the unusual fluids his body produced ever since that fateful day. The vine that had been pressing against the underside of his balls before, which had been massaging them right through the swimming trunks the entire time and made his legs twitch around the monster hips, was slowly wiggling into the leg of his trunks. 

He grunted at that, legs automatically opening even wider, giving it more room to slip into the leg opening of his speedos. It immediately went for his sloppy opening, pressing against it. Nathan moaned, hands back around the monster cock and squeezing it in reaction. It answered with a pleased growl, tentacle pushing harder against his rim, making him shudder. He stared at the bulge inside his swimming trunks, eyes a little glazed, mouth open in wet gasps, his own erect dick and the vine stretching the poor fabric to its limits. He wouldn’t be surprised for it to rip any time soon. Not really caring anymore either. 

His hand started to pump the creature's dick in earnest, needing both of them to be able to grip the whole of it, watching more and more juices flowing out. He licked his lips, his own breathing growing heavier. 

“Did so good.”

His throat audibly clicked when he swallowed, saliva building in his mouth, watching the erect penis tremble in his hands. It made him squirm where he sat, leaning his forehead against its hard chest, pressing against it. The beast growled suddenly, strong hands gripping for his hips, large enough that they could hold his entire ass, then it dropped on his backside, lifting Nathan right off the ground and onto its lap. He had to let go of the monster shaft in surprise, yelping at the sudden change of position, propping his hands up in its chest instead, eyes wide. 

Because at the same moment the creature had lifted him up, it had sunk its tentacle into his opening, making him suck in a sharp breath of air, trembling on top of the cool body. He shuddered, throwing his head back and opening his mouth wide, gasping for breath. The vine just pressed in further, moving inside his wet channel, soaking itself in his juices and spreading more of its own. Walls fluttered around the tentacle, making the boy feel its slimy convulsing girth, every push and shove, every press into tender flesh.

Nathan whimpered, body shaking, being sat down on the creature's abdomen, its dick pressed against his ass. He could feel it grind against his backside, the hardness lazily pressing between his cheeks only making the burn on his rim worse. He leaned forward, grabbed for some of the smaller tentacles around its head, yanked at them and pressed his ass against the hard length. It grunted at the treatment of its appendages, slimy vines curled and pressed against the human skin. It made him arch into the touch. His own dick was pressed between their bodies, humping motions of his own hips heightening the pressure in his belly, making his cock twitch and squirt liquid into his speedos. It was barely staying inside the fabric, already ruined by bodily fluids from him and the monster alike. 

He almost whined at the stimulations to his body. The creature rumbled under him, pleased, pressing its dick against him, making him feel the tentacle inside him even more. He definitely whined that time, mouth open and close to the chest under him. Eyes lidded, he dipped down and licked the moist body, the taste of salty water mixed with grass greeted his tongue. 

“C’mon.”

He pressed his hips hard against the creature's belly, almost frantically bucking against it, heat rising through his dick and stomach. He was downright dripping from both sides, the tentacle making loud squishy noises every time it fucked into him. His ears burned, but he couldn’t stop. It was hard for him to let go of a tentacle and instead grasp the back of his swimming trunks, pulling them even more to the side to show his already stretched hole, slick cock slipping between his open cheeks right away, skin on skin. The stretchy fabric cutting into his thighs.

“Be good.”

He gasped, grinding against the wet rod. 

“Get inside.”

He was out of his mind, dazed, a coiled tension in his lower back, his body burned from his arousal, goosebumps crawled over his skin at the cooler turning air hitting his burning opening, the sounds of ‘shlick shlick’ of the moving tentacle even louder in his ears. It was getting worse, the heat in his body climbed with each roll of his hip against the rough stomach of the monster, almost shaving his cock, caught between fabric and two bodies. 

“P-pleeeassse~”

He begged as the tentacle hit his prostate right in that moment. It made his hips buck even worse. The body under him shook, deep rumbled noises meeting his ears. It was almost as if it was soothing him, clawed hands gripped at his cheeks again and parted them even more, claws caught in the swimming trunks and they ripped parts of it. It made them hang from his thighs, ripped enough to make more room for the tentacle to pop free with a squelched sound, but it still stayed around his hips. 

A large amount of slick and tentacle juice gushed out of his entrance, dripping down his spread legs. He whimpered at the obscene feeling, helpless but to press against the hard rod behind him even more. It growled and kept his hips steady, the cockhead brushed more firmly between his cheeks, against his soaked rim, until it caught and slowly slipped in.

Nathan keened at the relief he felt, his already loose entrance opening around the tip with a sucking noise, welcoming it in. He tried pushing backwards, but it held onto his hips, keeping him steady while it buried itself languidly into his loose hole, inch by excruciating inch. He whined, trembling, when the cockhead finally popped completely inside, rim closing around the slightly thicker point of its head. The stretch felt wonderful, his channel welcoming the slowly thicker growing length, massaging his inner walls. It did something to the building heat inside his body, scratching an itch he had felt building the longer he had been in contact with the monster, thanks to the fluids it was releasing from its body. 

Only after Nathan was seated completely on the large dick, stomach bulging from its girth, did it change its grip on his hip. He was breathing hard, eyes teary as they stared down at his belly, bulge almost making him look pregnant. He gasped at the thought, toes curling as he leaned backwards and rolled his hips, that shaft deep inside him. He moaned loudly, head thrown back, back arched, the large heat stretching him open, trying to make himself adjust to that size. It was hitting all the right places, massaging his walls and with the right grind, hitting his prostate just right. His channel convulsed around the heat. 

It growled, its body trembled under him at the sound and he smirked, hands took a hold of its abdomen, fingers curled around tentacle to get a better support and then lifted himself almost all the way off that large cock, pressure reducing inside his channel, only its head barely kept in the warmth. It groaned, hips twitching and Nathan dropped down in one single go, mewling as it spread him out all over again, cockhead digging into his prostate without false. His entire body shivered at the shock, insides trembling, gasping for breath, but doing it all over again. 

He set a rhythm of his own, rising and falling on that huge intruder, walls spasming, body quaking. He couldn’t stop his moans, twitching each time the cockhead rubbed against his sweet spot. His thigh muscles were working hard, keeping himself up over the beast's hips, riding it as best he could. One hand moved to his stomach, feeling the indentation of that lovely cock, grinding  against his organs. He was so full, combined juices running down his soaked thighs. It was a gloriously obscene feeling. His head was hazy with the pleasure running through him, thrumming through his limbs down to the very core of him.

His mouth dropped open on a silent scream and his entire body went stiff when the monster bucked its hips right when he dropped down, making him see literal stars at the already sensitive prostate being pummeled like that and his eyes grew wide, when his cock burst cum all over the creature's belly. It hissed in pleasure at the tightness, convulsing around its rock hard shaft and Nathan almost crumbled forward on its front, loose and exhausted, if it hadn’t suddenly grabbed onto him again and in a maneuver he couldn’t quite catch with his muddled mind, put him on his back on the ground, legs high up in the air, grip hard around his knees and the monster pounding relentlessly into his sloppy opening.

He wailed at the suddenly brutal pace, hands scratching at the ground, ruining his fingertips against the stone, trying to find something to hold onto. He was sure he would have burn marks on his back with how much he was being pushed and pulled over it, back bare. It pistoned its huge cock into his channel with an accuracy that made Nathan cry, tears streaming, his special place being pummeled non-stop, unending pleasure and oversensitive pain mixed into a bowl of excruciating ecstasy. 

It didn’t take long for him to explode into another orgasm, cock pumping into him, making him all woozy with pleasure. He probably looked like a mess, tear and snot soaked face, mouth wide open, heaving for the breath that was punched out of him with each thrust. He keened loudly as the shot of cum detonated from his cock slapping against his lower belly with the motions, bathing him in thick liquid, right up to his chin. 

It grunted, walls massaging its slimy dick deep inside his body, almost as if it wanted to keep it inside. It grew almost desperate in its thrusts, a clawed hand left one of his knees and it propped itself up beside him, bending him almost in half with the movement, really pummeling him into the ground. He knew he would feel every second of this for a long while. There was no gentleness anymore, just the grunting noises of the creature, Nathan’s desperate attempts at breathing in air and the ‘shlick, shlick’ sound of the hard rod ramming into him over and over again. 

Nathan sobbed out, choking on his own spit.

The clawed hand beside him chipped off some of the stone floor. 

And the beast howled when it finally burst, plunging deep into the pliant body, soaking everything inside it in hot liquid, spout after spout, filling him up to the rim and more. It squeezed through his plugged up entrance, gushing out even with the dick still inside him, that’s how much it was flooding him with its seed, not at all finished yet. 

Nathan’s hands were bloody, nails chipped a little from clawing at the floor, his back not much better either. He could feel the beginnings of pain on his shoulders, scratched open from the stony ground. Breath ragged, mind hazy, body trembling something fierce. The beast leaned over him, large toothed mouth opening wide, dripping saliva on his body up to his face. He was too out of it to be afraid of the flytrap like mouth, just stared blankly up. Its tongue licked over his face, down his body, licking away his own seed, while pumping more into the human’s form. 

He shuddered at the feel of that extra slimy appendage, since under all the juices it produced, he could feel raised little nobs, rubbing against his sweaty skin, his nibbles. It would have almost been a rough texture if the saliva hadn’t made it this slippery. It still gave a bit more texture in its licks, making it hard to ignore, skin prickling under it. His poor cock jumped in a weak attempt for another orgasm. It made him shiver hard, arching his body into the licks, the beast grabbed onto his backside when he did and lifted him up from the floor again, making him reflexively throw his arms around its neck. The cool air hit his scratched up back, making it burn a little and he whimpered at the feeling, blood slowly starting to drip down his abused spine. 

He was also still impaled on that massive cock the entire time, not yet gotten soft, instead it used its position to rut up into his body, making it jolt with pleasure and pain each time. It made sure to always drop him down extra hard when it pushed up and all Nathan could do was cling to the creature, sobbing and moaning, writhing in painful pleasure. Abused, broken and crying out it choked sobs, guts tightening with each new thrust, milking its arousal again and again. 

He had the feeling his little ‘thank you’ would take over the entire night.

He couldn’t honestly say that he minded anymore.

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He took on too much.

The Beast ignores you when you want to have sex and behaves abnormally in general. What do you do?

Nathan had the entire week to himself again, his parents off on a cruise for another beneficial party, together with a little bit of vacation on their side. He could have gone with them, but he really didn’t feel like staying on a ship with too many people as well as having to go to their balls, dancing. He liked the cause for the party, but he didn’t like having to talk to all these old people, socializing with their own children. He really wasn’t much of a fan for parties in general. 

Let him have his peace and a good book and he was happy. 

The only thing he could have gone without, was the absolute heat of the summer. Thankfully they had a pool, though it was honestly excruciating to swim with the heat on full force right above him. He actually liked staying inside more, where they had an AC built in as well, though it also made his skin feel a little weird over time. Which is why he usually stayed in the shade, as best as he could when he was outside and didn’t have the AC on full blast on the inside. He wouldn’t have the AC on at times either. He would just close all the blinds and lie around on the sofa or bed, either napping, not moving at all or reading a book. 

It really just depended on the circumstances.

Currently he was lying on the floor in front of the outside patio, a nice fluffy rug under him, the pool in sight through the glass walls. He was on his side, watching the happenings outside at the pool, where the beast was swimming in broad daylight in the water, enjoying the cool liquid. It did this often when his parents weren’t around, ever since he told it about using the pool to keep moisturized. He didn’t know how it knew when it could do that, but with how it always found the perfect times to have its way with him before, he shouldn’t have been surprised. It definitely showed intelligence in its behavior. 

The pool was also on the backside of their house, the forest and swamp right behind it, the next neighbor a few minutes away. No one would hear him scream if it ever came down to it, which is why they had cameras in a lot of spaces. It wasn’t rare for him to have to… temper with some of them, ever since the monster grew more bold in its actions and he started to enjoy its advances. 

Good thing he had a lot of footage of him just napping on the patio. 

He only watched it from afar, because it was horribly hot outside and he didn’t feel like sweating even more than he already was, the sun too high up in the sky. He couldn’t fault it from using the pool to keep its body all moist and strong. He rubbed his thighs together, feeling uncomfortably warm and sweaty, the air conditioning not being on, since he had the door to the patio open. It would be horrible if it broke, because it was trying to cool the outside as well. 

He was already dressed so poorly in anyone's eyes but his own, very small loose shorts, with no underwear under it and a short little tank top, barely covering his nipples. No one was here to say anything, so he was happy to laze around as he was. He really only had clothes on in case a delivery man showed up, otherwise he wouldn’t have minded just going bare in this heat. His swimming trunks were currently on the patio chair, probably already dry from his morning swim. 

Nathan lazily rubbed at his thigh again, close to the end of his shorts, touching the skin under it, brushing lightly against his dick. He mumbled at his mindless touch, legs trembling slightly. His eyes were still on the beast inside the pool, dipping under the water and surfacing with a loud splash. It swam over to the side, clawed hands digging onto the edge and pulling itself out of it. 

He could admire its whole dripping body like that, tentacles swirling around it looking rather pleased with the cool liquid flowing down them. Clawed feet carried it over to his side. It had no problem finding him, probably already having known that Nathan had been watching it the entire time. It stood over him for a moment, just staring at him lying there on the carpet. He could already smell the chlorine of the water, hiding the usual scent of flowers and nature. It was good that the water didn’t seem to hurt the creature at all.

Its tentacles had settled a bit, curling around its body like they usually did. He huffed, unconsciously rubbing his thighs together again. It rumbled slightly and then stepped right over him into the house, water dripped on his clammy skin. 

It felt amazing. 

Maybe he should have gone into the pool again, but he really felt too lazy for it. It also looked like the creature was feeling lazy too now, as it dropped down behind him and lay by his side. It curled its huge wet body against his, its slick skin cool to his own heated one. He sighed in relief, leaning back against the heavy body, vines starting to twine around him. They were cool to the touch, some wrapped around his waist, some went lower around his legs. He could feel it plastered against his entire back, larger than himself and dwarfing him entirely in its arms.

It was fascinating how much it made him feel safe now. 

He closed his eyes, not really having something to watch anymore, intent on dozing off again. It kind of looked like the beast had a similar kind of mind. He unconsciously kneaded his legs together again, feeling the light resistance of the vines curled around them, the one particularly close to the inside of his thighs, brushing against his dick. 

Nathan shuddered, finally noticing that he was getting hard for some reason. Most of what he could smell was still the chlorine of the pool, even its usual scent hidden under it, but he could still feel his cock reacting to its close proximity. He tilted his hips backwards, rubbing his buttocks against the place he knew the creature's heat would be coming from. 

The monster rumbled, tentacles tightening their hold on him, keeping his hips still. He mumbled in protest, feeling how his body started to burn up in a different kind of way than the heat of the sun and he knew how he could quench that kind of flame now. His hand went down to his shorts, the elastic band easily pushed down under his balls, but when he wanted to take a hold of his slowly rising dick, vines stopped him in his tracks, keeping a hold on his hand and pulling it away. 

He lay there now, sandwiched between a hard body and caging tentacles, pants pushed down and dick hanging all the way out of them. 

“Whyyyyy~.”

He groaned, put out by the beast keeping him still, not letting him move the way he wanted. It rumbled in answer, hot breath huffing against his soft hair. It really felt like it just wanted to nap now… and Nathan had gotten all worked up because of its proximity. Maybe the usual smell of the beast was still affecting him, even though his human nose couldn’t quite distinguish it from the overpowering chlorine. It was the only reason that would make sense. 

Or he had already gotten aroused from watching it swim for half an hour, knowing it never had anything on. 

Now the beast wasn’t even letting him do anything about it!

A small huffing sound reached his ears as the creature's chest moved in a steady rhythm in and out behind him.

He groaned. 

It had never wanted to just cuddle before! It always came to him if it wanted something more! 

Though he had noticed some of its behaviors changing as well… Was this one of them?

It didn’t really matter, Nathan was a little frustrated, grumbling under his breath, but still he tried to think of something else and maybe nap too, even though his dick was still hanging out of his shorts. 

He tossed and turned as much as the vines allowed, which wasn’t really all that much, except for the head and the leg he was lying on. He could feel his head getting more muddled by the minute, a tremor running through his body with each inhale, the tip of his cock had started dripping and he could feel the heat burning even stronger between his cheeks, something that definitely wasn’t sweat building at his entrance. 

Nathan was steadily growing more uncomfortable in his skin. It wasn’t that he was hot from the weather anymore, the clammy body of the beast actually kept him cool, but it was his insides that seemed to be burning up, especially his lower half. An ache seemed to build between his thighs, his cock now already fully erect and leaking. He trembled, rubbed his legs together and whined low in his throat. 

The huff he could feel on his hair almost sounded amused, tentacles brushing soothingly over his body, but he didn’t want to be soothed. He wanted something entirely else, hips trying to press backwards once more. It grumbled at that, clawed hands tightening around his hips, clearly awake again, thanks to the squirming little human in its arms, but too lazy to move. Its vines also tightened around him once more, trying to keep the wiggling boy still. 

Nathan had none of that. 

“C’moooon.”

He all but whined, shaking in growing need. 

It puffed an exaggerated huff of air over his head again, arms curling more securely around the small body. Nathan wiggled in them, trying to at least turn around in its arms. He was stubborn enough that he managed to do that in small increments over time, until his face was plastered against its chest, vines seeking out his cheekbones, brushing almost lovingly over his brow, down to his neck. 

It was kind of weird.

But the beast had begun behaving weirdly for a small while now, behavior having changed over time. He didn’t know what it was, especially since its smell of overgrown waters, the scent of waterlilies and the natural aroma of nature all around a pond, still made his body react vividly to it.

A shudder went through his entire form all of a sudden, making his toes curl, fingers tightened against the hard slimy chest in front of him, goosebumps followed right after. Its smell had grown stronger, strong enough that his human nose could actually make it out under all the chlorine. A gaze downward showed that it wasn’t as unaffected as he first believed. Its tip had appeared from between its groin plates, it was already dripping its clear fluids as well. 

He answered it with a triumphant huff as well, his thigh close to where it appeared. He rubbed it between its legs, making the monster growl over him, body vibrating under his fingers. Still, he stared down at the dick slowly growing larger, folding out of its hidden place. It dripped, glistening in the sunlight still streaming through the open door and large windows, his body not entirely able to throw shadow over it. That’s how large it was curled around him.

He could feel his mouth watering, the smell getting stronger, overpowering the scent of chlorine more and more. His head grew hazier too, skin prickling wherever they touched. Which was pretty much everywhere. He groaned when it was large enough that it hit his own leaking erection, tips brushed against each other, exchanging their clear fluids. He humped more against it, his comparatively small dick rubbing against the ever growing length of the beast. It was slimy all over, making it an easier glide against each other, his small shorts pressed his caught balls together to make the experience against that slick cock even better. His hands opened and closed helplessly on that firm slippery chest, tentacles catching them and squeezing them fondly. He moaned at the feeling of that large member sliding against his own when it moved against him, the smell of the arousal getting even stronger in the air. 

The creature grumbled into his hair, still lazy in the heat of summer, but the arm it had curled under him still moved downwards, grabbing onto his mostly clothed ass and kneading it, pressing his lower half more firmly to its groin. He gasped, toes curling, spine bowing backwards, caught in the creature’s unyielding grasp, at the firm press to his dick, the delicious pressure on his caught balls and the slick glide already producing an obscene ‘shlick shlick’ sound for his burning ears. 

He could already feel the slick between his ass cheeks wetting his shorts, the large hand still pinching it lazily, clawed fingers slowly finding their way under the fabric. They made a squelching noise when they rubbed between his cheeks, his hole already thoroughly drooling translucent slick. He could feel the heat wandering down his neck at the noise, whining low in his throat in embarrassment. 

Nathan was sure that he would never get used to that reaction. 

Still, it stopped there, clawed hand resting under his shorts, idly squeezing his cheek and rubbing against his ring of muscle, but nothing more than that. Even the movements of its hips had slowed, changing the slide of cocks together into a sluggish kind of pressing against each other, not remotely searching for release. Just a press and release, not enough to make him come or find relief in his desperate search for it. 

He mewled, trying to take over again, humping more firmly and getting a hard pinch of his cheek in reaction. Making him hiss. The beast hummed, chest moving in slow breaths, almost like it was falling back asleep again.

“The fuck-”

He growled, brows turned down into a frown.

He hit the large chest with both fists, nothing strong, just a protest of it stopping, its grip slackening. He couldn’t believe his ears when it seemingly snored right against his hair!

Nathan huffed in disbelief, head bumping against its chest, resigned, gaze finding their erect cocks snuggly pressed against each other, the tips sluggishly dripping precum. His mouth watered at the sight again, lips smacking and nose scrunching in thought. 

Apparently it didn’t feel like doing any work today, even if it was just as aroused as he was. 

Nathan could work with that. He wasn’t an epitome of stubbornness for nothing after all. 

When its grip finally slackened enough for him to wiggle completely free, he did so slowly but surely. Its arm dropped to the ground with a thud and he kneeled beside it, watching the thing grumbling and searching for his body with tentacles and hands, but not moving too much. 

He huffed again, pouting at the lazy beast.

He was almost just going to jerk himself off, when his gaze found the leaking monstrosity of a cock again, saliva building once more. He could also feel himself leaking worse between his legs. With a groan he got to his feet to push his shorts off completely, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. His cock jumped at the movements and he sighed in relief when it wasn’t pinching under his balls anymore. 

Hands to his hips, he looked down at the sleepy beast, gaze involuntarily moving to its dick again. Making up his mind he used his bare foot to turn it onto its back. It went voluntarily, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to move it at all, he was sure. Shaking his head with a sigh, he crouched down and climbed on its chest, facing the large member instead of where its face was, leaning on his forearms on its hips right beside its member. It grunted under his shifting weight, but otherwise didn’t move, just relaxed further onto the ground.

The smell of its arousal was very strong in his nose, as he breathed it in, closing his eyes in clear enjoyment of the scent. Leaning on his arms, he grabbed onto the huge wiggly cock with both of his hands. It was thick and slimy, but also impossibly hard and hot in his hands. It was a big contrast to the cool body lying under him. Bending forward he opened his mouth and licked over the head, tasting the clear liquid there. It was thick on his tongue, almost tasting like sea water, just a little salty, not fishy, but with a distinct taste of water and an undertone of something flowery. It also still had a slight muskiness in the flavor, but it also seemed to taste a bit different than the first time he tried it. Its scent was a little floral and clean smelling. He could still smell a bit of the chlorine from the pool, but its own scent was overpowering the chemical odor fast. 

Another lick with the broad of his tongue over its cockhead, savoring the unusual taste, made the body under him twitch. He could feel the slow entanglement of vines brushing over his bare legs, but otherwise it stayed still. He hummed in acknowledgment and took the tip of its head in his mouth. It was slim at the beginning, growing slightly thicker the further he went, until his lips closed around the thickest point of the tip, heavy on his tongue. It was already so big, he didn’t know how much he would ever fit inside his mouth.

He suckled on it experimentally, getting a minuscule twitch of its hips as an answer. He would smirk in satisfaction if his lips weren’t already spread wide around the head of its cock. Nathan used both his hands to massage the rest of the huge cock, fingertips followed the veins down to the broadest part of it near its hips, hands barely fitting around it. He swallowed audibly at the large end that he could feel, the slit it had come out of, no balls anywhere to see or feel, making the beast under him twitch again, gulping down a large drop of precum. He leaned even more forward, trying to open his mouth even wider and get more of that slippery erection into his wet heat. He gagged when it hit the back of his throat, making him draw off it and cough wetly, a mix of spit and its own juices splashing against the hardness. 

While he was trying to get his breath back, he used his hands to jerk it off instead, a steady up and down, squeeze and repeat, fingers making a squelching sound with each stroke. It was hot in his ears and he bent down again to take the tip back into his mouth. Sucking experimentally on the slit, savoring the flavor once more, flicking his tongue over it again and again, more precome hitting his tongue, the body building more lubricant around its large member, slicking it up even more. His own body mimicked the reaction, he could feel the slippery fluids running down his spread legs, dripping onto the beast lying under him, tentacles gliding through the wetness and massaging it into his skin. 

He bent further down, licking slowly from the bottom of that huge cock up to its cockhead in a slow glide of a broad tongue, lips finally parting around the tip, suckling on it once more. This time he took a deep breath through his nose as he tried to take in more of its shaft. He went slow, licking right under its crown, tongue pressing against the vein there, the hips under him trembled slightly and his lips parted wide, until the heat of his mouth engulfed the head completely again. He moaned at the taste of more fluid hitting his tongue, slurping it out of its tip, he moved lower, taking even more of its girth into himself, the tip brushing his throat again, but this time he tried to work through the gagging reflex, breathing hard and controlled, getting more inside. He could feel his throat working to open up, the natural slick of the creature's body and lubrication helping it along. He breathed hard through the nose, hands spasming around its base, throat working, drool running down its shaft, cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion. He could feel each vein pulsating on his tongue, down his throat, with juices drooling, making him swallow around it. Nathan could feel the beast under him purring deep in its chest, his own dick pressed against it feeling it as well. 

He whimpered and the sound traveled down from the cockhead in his mouth into the length of the entire erection.

An arm suddenly took a firm hold of his waist, right above his ass, before it sat up without a warning, his legs suddenly in the air and over its shoulders, his form held snugly to the beast's front. His arms frantically looked for a hold on its thighs. The sudden movement made the dick slip down his throat, slickness helping it along with a surprised yelp and gravity pushing him onto it. His neck convulsed around the sudden intruder, breath coming out of his nose in short panicked snorts, eyes wide and watering before they rolled into the back of his head as he felt it breach him deep.

The creature held him securely like that, half sitting with the human bent over its front, cock deep in his throat, legs left and right over its shoulder, vines snugly curled around them to keep them there. It growled in delight at the tight heat that suddenly engulfed it, loving the muscles massaging its girth. Nathan had a moment of panic, breathing irregularly through his nose, until he managed to calm down some, swallowing around the girth once more. The blood rushing into his head was making him slightly dizzy, but the secure hold of the beast still helped that feeling of safety along, even when more of its flesh slipped inside at the position. His mind was a haze of sensations, too much too fast, the heat, the pressure and the fluids leaking into his belly.

What he hadn’t noticed in his muddled head was that the way the beast had sat up, it had its face right between his spread open legs. He certainly found out when an especially wet appendage licked over his already sloppy hole, which had only gotten worse when he had tasted the creature's precum and his body reacted to it. He twitched, a full body shudder making him swallow even more, which in reaction made the beast growl against his ass. It was a never ending circle of pleasure trembling through his body and over sensitivity battling with the overwhelming pressure of gravity making him slowly take more and more. His throat muscles were working hard to take the giant intruder he was gagging on, eyes squeezed shut, tears flowing, wheezing through his nose, but his body welcoming and hot under the skin, glad of the cooling effect the moist body under him was providing, but craving even more all the same.

The tongue prodded more at his slick seeping hole, slurping obscenely loudly. His ears burned, hands uselessly opening and closing against its crotch, trying to prop himself up as best he could against its hip, whimper stuck in his throat. The slippery thing pushed against his opening, tip effortlessly sinking into the ring of muscle, swirling all around inside, loosening the muscle and sucking his juices out. 

Nathan moaned around its cock, body bending in the pleasurable heat traveling up his spine. His face was a complete mess of spit and snot, lips parted wide around the girth in his mouth, throat working endlessly in sucking up the flowery nectar it was producing, breaths short and desperate through his clogged nose. He was getting a little lightheaded from the lack of enough oxygen and the blood rushing to his head, but it was hard to lift his head enough to pop off when he had already swallowed that much. The low whine in his throat vibrated through the length, which made the beast buck its hips up in a growl of approval once more. 

His eyes rolled back when more impossibly slipped inside, the cock unusually bendy in its hardened state and his throat muscles working hard in accommodating it, at the same time more of its slim tongue pushed into his entrance, spreading his lower hole open even wider as well. Its tongue gained volume the more it was pushing into him. He could already feel the slight bumps hidden under copious amounts of spit brushing against his inner walls. Each little bump catching against his insides, teasing his channel in slow deep licks, it went even further into him than he thought possible, if he were still able to think. His head was all clouded by the double sensations. It swirled its tongue deep inside him, hitting his prostate in a sure push of a knobbly muscle. 

His back bent at the surge of pleasure, popping a little off the spit and juice slicked cock, humping his own dick against its chest, gasping around the rest of the hot flesh still lodged inside his throat, neck obscenely stretched around its girth and at the same time the tongue plunged deep into his ass, almost enough to bulge out his stomach. It swirled inside, scratching an itch Nathan only ever experienced since he met the beast. Making his stomach bulge against its chest, pressure and pleasure combined. Nathan would have wailed if he could. The orgasm wrecking his body was almost an utter surprise for his poor overstimulated body, spurting his seed all over the creature's chest and stomach, convulsing all around its tongue and spluttering around the dick lodged in his throat. He could even feel its teeth pressed against his ass, a sense of danger shuddering over his skin. Nathan’s grip around the base of its cock was almost painful looking, but the beast merely bucked its hips at the human’s fluttering fingers and came with a low growl, flooding the poor boy's throat with its copious amounts of flowery salty seed.

Nathan swallowed as much as he could, large amounts of cum still dripping out from around the dick still inside his throat, unable to drink it all. He coughed, dislodging more, adding to the mix of fluids dripping from his face, the amount large enough that it overwhelmed his throat and even flowed out of his nose, the flood of fluids just too much to handle. He hung limply in the beast's arms and tentacles, not able to move, head hazy, eyes unfocused, only being held up and kept from suffocating by the vines keeping him afloat. It was the creature that helped him to dislodge from its member, its tongue leaving his fucked out hole in the process with a large slurp that would have made Nathan’s ears burn if the blood hadn’t already rushed to his face through the position alone. Regardless of the rest of their activities and the lack of actual oxygen in his system. 

It lifted him easily off its body, cock popping free with a loud squishy pop and making the boy cough at the sudden flood of seed trying to break free from his lungs. He coughed, wheezing for breath, his nose clogged with snot and cum and eyes burning with tears, his mind utterly blank and not even registering how the beast settled him the right way up on its chest, purring at the mess the human was making of them, mixed in their fluids. 

It lay back again, settling the nearly unconscious boy on top of its body, cooling his heated skin once more. Vines caressing the limp body in soothing brushes. 

Nathan didn’t even notice when he fell asleep, covered in cum and sweat and other bodily fluids.

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The change has begone long ago.

Your body started to transform after repeatedly being in contact with the Beast. How does this manifest?

Nathan mumbled in his sleep of exhaustion, body still tingling from having been plunged into on both sides while pretty much hanging upside down over the beast's body while being pierced on its cock. At least the blood had rushed back to where it belonged, in his entire body and not just his head. It was still a little muddled and hazed from sleep though.

He unconsciously wiggled a little on top of the creature, still half asleep and not quite understanding why he was even awake. They were still lying on the ground in front of the glass doors, looking out to the pool, that much he knew, but he was too lazy to even open his eyes for the moment and look for what had disturbed him or how much time had passed since then. 

Tentacle vines were also still wrapped loosely around him as well as one large clawed hand keeping him secure around his waist, snugly against the beast’s front, some of the vines caressed his clammy skin, some just hung loose and one particular one poked at his licked open entrance. He groaned into the chest of the beast, twitching when the tentacle pushed experimentally against his still loose ring. 

It seems like he certainly found the reason why he woke up from his slumber.

It pushed in more, already making a slick noise due to its own secretion helping it along, just testing the muscle, circling it and pressing just the tip in. It swirled around inside, lubing the muscles inside and out, making sure it was all slicked up. Nathan moaned lowly into the chest of the beast, feeling a few of the vines brushing through his hair, almost lovingly, while the one breaching him moved even further in, opening him up more. 

He gasped, hands looking for something to hold on to and grasping for vines and shoulders alike. It rumbled in answer, second clawed hand brushing over his thigh, hooking around it and bending it higher, opening his hidden passage further for the vine to have more space to enter him deeper. It did. Its slimy juice helped it push in further, its width steadily becoming thicker, stretching his hole more and more. It was slow-going, taking its time with moving backwards every now and then to enter him deeper with the next slow thrust. 

Nathan was shaking from the pleasure of it, his body already reacting to the stimulations, starting to produce his own slick as well, just making everything even slippier and louder in his ears. Even after all this time it felt weird to get wet between his cheeks, the change still odd to his mind. He didn’t know what else had changed about his body since it had been using it, only that it felt like it was adjusting to it more and more.

That his mind and body were clearly growing used and wanting the interaction with the beast didn’t even cross his thought process anymore. He loved the stretch of his hole steadily growing larger, opening him up for more and more pleasure causing through his flesh and bones. He actually enjoyed the grip and glide of the tentacle-like vines all over (and inside) his body, the large clawed hands holding him secure and the slight sting of those claws against his flesh. He even came to enjoy the view of the beast, swimming, relaxing or leaning over him when it fucked him senseless. The scaled cool body was such a nice contrast to its wiggly slick tentacles. 

The overstimulation of it all together was amazing.

He loved it. 

„You ah-are hn in-nhg-corri-gh-ble!“ 

He yelped when it pushed in hard and deep at his exclamation, the tentacle having gained more girth. His nails dug into its solid shoulder, back arching when it pulled out and pushed in again, the slurping sound loud and for anyone to hear, if they weren’t all alone.

„Whhhen I w-wanted, y-uh-ou were t-too la-ah-zy!“

He complained, as best as he could, with the vine moving in and out, swirling its tip inside him and spreading their combined slick all around his inner walls, massaging the heated skin. Making him see stars every time it found his prostate to tease. It rumbled in amused agreement, settling down better against the ground, both hands grabbing onto his ass and pulling up higher onto its torso, spreading them wide open for its tentacle to peruse his entrance. He could feel the beast’s erection growing, felt it settling between his cheeks as well, rubbing itself against his skin and its own vine stretching him open. 

Nathan gasped at the feeling of the two slick appendages grinding between his ass, one cool and the other hot, both slimy from the lubricants they produced and he could already feel his mind getting hazy again. The scent of the creature getting stronger once more, satisfied to have its bitch on top of it, all ready and dripping for it. He hid his face in its chest, moaning at the thought and the slick glide against and inside him, the smell only intensifying between its tentacles and neck. 

It did strange things to his body. 

It made him produce more juices for once, his body almost going pliable under its claws and vines, his skin more sensitive to the touch, more reactive. He felt hot and cold, a fire burning under his skin, almost unbearable in its growing intensity. It was hard to ignore, almost painful even and only the touch of the beast seemed to soothe it. Getting off on his own never really worked anymore. 

He had tried before, when the burning sensation gripped him alone in his room, or at one association at a charity party with his parents. He had hidden in a toilet stall, body shivering, burning from the inside out, like a knife being stabbed repeatedly into his abdomen. He had curled up on the toilet seat, feeling the slick his body had started to produce soaking his underwear, trembling and sweating, cock inexplicably hard and pressing against his trousers. He didn’t know what had started it. He had only been talking to a few people at the party, one an older male who had definitely been making eyes at him, flirting with a haughty smirk. When his whole body had suddenly shivered and he had felt the first signs of something being wrong. He had ignored it at first, but it got worse fast, so he had to excuse himself in search of a bathroom. He had tried taking care of it himself, but it hadn’t helped and in the end he had to search for the beast instead.

Each touch of the creature was like a cool soothing aid over his heated skin, each thrust a relief on his burning insides. It was like his body was made only for this beast. Only it could calm his feverish needs anymore.

The vine inside his ass curled, pushing against his prostate and making his whole body jerk with a gasp, back arching, his own solid dick grinding against the beast's lower belly. It brought him back to the here and now. He could feel its own cock sliding on his back, along his skin, right between his cheeks, only to be stopped by the tentacle still in his hole. It growled, both large hands had a strong grip on his ass, parting his cheeks more, claws lightly brushing against his stretched entrance, making him whimper and grind into it once more. They didn’t draw blood, but the thrill over their teasing scratching sent shivers down his spine, it made him leak even more.

He must look like a mess back there. His own slick drooling out in copious amounts with each wiggle of the tentacle, stretched wide and glistening in its own juices as well, red from use. Its leaking tip appeared at his entrance again, brushing its slim cock head over the opening, right under where its vine still moved inside him, stretching him further. Suddenly it felt like it was making room. It didn’t leave, but the tentacle pulled upwards. He could almost feel his hole stretching wide at that, mewling at the sensation, his ass almost lifted into the air if it hadn’t been in a secure grip and then the slimy head of its dick pushed against his straining heat, sinking into him without pause, spreading him open even further.

Nathan’s mouth had dropped open in a silent scream, air leaving him in a choked out sob instead, eyes opened wide and nails digging into the beast’s shoulders. He could almost hear the sticky ‘pop’ when the bulb of its head finally got sucked into his leaking hole. It didn’t stop there however, it sank inch by excruciating inch into him, the tentacle holding still for once, waiting, while it fed him more and more of its large lubricating cock. The pressure was almost unbearable, spreading his channel nearly to its limits. Even his hazy mind couldn’t quite understand how both even fit inside him.

It felt amazing. It felt frightening.

The only thing he could do was wail and gasp for breath, holding onto his beastly lover, while it used its hold to push him more and more onto it, until he could feel its groin brush against his ass. His breaths were short and unbelieving, hiccups more than actually being filled with oxygen. He was lightheaded, filled to the limits and beyond. So full, he was sure he could taste their combined juices in his tongue. He could feel how his belly was all bulged out against its abdomen, grinding itself through his body against its stomach.

He could only moan, gasp and sob, the feeling so weird and almost too much. The cock pressed against his abused prostate. There was no room for it not to be touching it, the pressure so much, making his entire body jerk, shiver and just tremble at the immense pressure and pleasure hitting his system. He was suddenly aware of how his own cock was being mushed into the hot seed he had released at the initial brush, too distracted by the pressure in his channel, the pleasure running through him. He hadn’t even noticed he came.

He cried, tears and snot dripping down his face. 

The creature grumbled soothingly, large hands brushing over his behind and up his spine, repeatedly, actually staying still while Nathan tried to regain a resemblance of breath back. It was hard when every little twitch made sure he felt every bit of the massive lengths that were pushed into him, each little convulsing of his channel made sure he felt everything pressing together, from the cool liquids of the smooth vine down to the slightly knobby feeling of its hot slimy dick. A contrast he hadn’t thought possible to feel at once inside him.

He was easily overwhelmed by the combined girths inside his poor body. 

He must have been slightly out of it even, because he didn’t realize that the creature was preparing to move when it grabbed onto his asscheeks again and suddenly pulled him off its length, the tentacle stayed where it was, but started moving against his walls again, brushing his prostate whenever it came close. Its tip almost popped out of his hole, but was shoved right back in in a long thrust. His back bowed in a scream, head thrown back, eyes and mouth open wide. It did it again, almost pulling out just to thrust back in at once. All Nathan could do was hold onto the beast for the ride, arms useless to hold himself up.

It used him like a human would use a blow-up doll, sheathing its cock into him without pause, thrusts sometimes slow and long and other times hard and fast. The combined girth stretching him obscenely open, the ‘shlick shlick’ sound of their merged juices being pushed in and out of him ringing loud in the silent house. Nathan was drooling against its chest, body twitching with each precise hit against his overused sweet spot, limp in its hold, his poor cock oozing droplets of cum. It was almost like his seed was being pushed out of him. It rolled its hips up, while pushing his own down, grinding hard against his insides, bulging out his stomach even more. He was sure his organs were being rearranged, both lengths doing their best in ruining him forever. 

He couldn’t even feel any pain from it, just the unbearable pressure and pleasure of being used… used good and hard.

It growled under him, hips jerking up hard, claws digging into his cheeks, drawing blood and Nathan hissed in a combination of pain and pleasure, eyes glazed over and hot breathy moans leaving his wet lips. It was already so large on its own, combined with one of its vines it was nearly unbearable! 

And he still loved every second of it. 

Its movements got even more unpredictable, hard and fast, slow but brutally, soft and lasting. His whole body quivered at the sensations, thrumming with overbearing need. He could feel its hips striking his ass over and over again, not letting up in the rhythm of plunging into his channel. It never only thrusted half-way, always fully, using its hold on his hips to make their hips meet. Nathan could only whine in the unrelenting pleasure, the stretch of his hole and the tentacle moving deep inside his small frame. His ring muscle throbbing from the steady in and out, dripping precum and slick juices all over their lower bodies. He had never felt so dirty as he did now. His skin prickled, his ears red from the loud noises their bodies made, his gasps loud and sharp. 

Then the rhythm changed and it got even more intense, the beast's hips moving more erratically, clearly nearing its own climax. Nathan didn’t know how many he had already had, or if he ever stopped having them, it had been a while that he had been pumped empty and his cock only trembled and jerked with dry orgasm after dry orgasm. It almost hurt, but he was also too far gone to really notice. 

His walls spasmed around both appendages as another dry climax hit and the beast roared, clawing hands pulling him down on its cock while it jerked its hips up off the ground and exploded deep inside his belly. Filling him up in strong bursts of semen. He could even feel it splash his insides, not even the combined girth of cock and tentacle was enough to stop the seed from spraying out from around them, so much was pumped into his belly. Nathan hiccuped and he was sure he could taste its cum on his tongue, belly feeling all bloated and full and it still hadn’t stopped coming. 

He sobbed. The pressure was growing more and more. His usually flat stomach was now even fuller and rounder than it was supposed to be. The flow of seed got even worse when the tentacle finally left his overused hole, unplugging him halfway and making room for the torrent of monster-seed to splash against his thighs and the beast's hips. The sounds were getting even more obscene and loud after that, making him hide his face once more, riding out the pulsing cock inside his tiredly convulsing channel. 

The beast purred, content in having his whole weight lying on top of it, while it was breeding him once more. 

Nathan was too tired to do anything else, almost completely dozing off before it even finished. 

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Later when he was able to move again, and the beast had gone back into hiding wherever it stayed, satisfied with having bred its bitch again, he went to take a shower. He was glad that they had one downstairs as well, because he dribbled semen all over the floors when he walked, his stomach sloshing with each step. After he was finished with it (which had taken longer on his shaking legs than he had anticipated, filled to the brim as he was) he went to fetch his laptop and sat gingerly down on the sofa to look through the security cameras, feeling every second of their activities, while he tried to find a position to sit in. 

He took away the ones of the beast swimming and walking around, saving them in the deepest corner of his own computer under a huge amount of protection, before deleting and replacing the ones in the system with the video of an empty pool and any other places it had gone. He did the same with the videos of his escalating blowjob and the fucking they did some time afterwards, replacing them with him lazing and sleeping around in front of the doors for hours on end.

Even later at night, he would sit alone in his empty room, snuggled under the thin blanket and watch the happenings of the day on his laptop, as his hand lazily stroked over his cock, his entrance still feeling raw and stretched open, empty and gaping, waiting for the next time to be used again. 

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Which part of the Beast scared you the most and how did you first react to it?

How did you come to terms with it?

Price for safety.

Nathan watched the beast sink into the deep end of its swamp, which was finally filled with enough water again. A summer storm had hit them hard in the last few days, the rain almost felt like it didn’t want to stop anymore. It was the first day the sun was back, leaving the earth soaking wet and the swamps filled up and muddy again.

The beast had come to him, almost excitedly and made him follow it into its own world. If he would compare it to a human, he would have thought it was trying to impress him. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to go as far and look at the animal kingdom as well, where the males tried to impress their females. 

He couldn’t even be mad at being the female in this equation, or that it was doing it the wrong way around. 

Not anymore at least.

It was good that he had at least been able to grab swamp worthy boots, because all his other shoes would have been ruined forever. His feet getting stuck in the muddy ground and only through a hard pull and a loud pop getting free again. These rain boots he could at least splash and scrub clean with water later. 

It sank down into the muddy water, only the top of its head barely visible, vines swirling like petals on the water. Nathan watched the hypnotic kind of way the tentacles flowed over the water, fascinated how it was able to imitate plant life, when they usually didn’t look anything like a real existing plant. 

He was pulled out of his dazed thought at the loud bloated croak of a frog, which had been lured by the pheromones lingering in the air. He shook his head, realizing what had helped the creature in capturing its prey. 

Its large maw had appeared as if out of nowhere, bigger than he thought possible from appearances. It was wide and terrifying, almost like a venus fly trap but larger than a human's face. Its tongue flew out, grabbing the poor frog from its tentacles and swallowing it whole with a loud crunch.

He was surprised that the sudden appearance of the maw wasn’t freaking him out as much as the first time he had seen it, or the many times after that to be honest. It hadn’t been the first time the beast had appeared in his life, but since it was already frightening enough without it showing its teeth, it never needed that to stop him in his place. 

—-// flashback //—-

The very first time Nathan saw the maw of the beast, was when an actual alligator found its way onto their porch. His mother loved the unobtrusive view into the forest and subsequent swamp in its depths, which is why they never built a fence to keep the wildlife away. He really didn’t mind the deer grazing on their lawn, it was big enough after all and he had some amazing motives for pictures and sketches alike, but it also brought other creatures into their homestead. Playful foxes and raccoons were one thing, but he never actually expected for larger predators to find their way into their garden. 

He had been relaxing in the pool in the heat of summer, swimming a few rounds and then just drifting with his eyes closed. He loved the feeling of the cool water on his body in contrast to the warm rays of sunlight on his skin. He was just sighing in peace, when he heard a splash resonating through the water. Waves made his body move on its own and a small frown appeared. 

“Mom? You’re home ear-“

He had stopped floating, wanting to see who had entered the pool with him, but wished a moment later that he hadn’t. Two yellow eyes stared at him from above the water, half a snout visible above the waves it had produced, as the rest of the body drifted behind. Thanks to the clear water of the pool, he could see the massive beast of an alligator swimming right at him. Large and imposing and absolutely deadly. He screamed, paddling backwards as fast as he could, fearful of turning his back to it. His backside hit the side of the pool in no time, since he hadn’t been too far away from it. 

He scrambled upwards, hands slipping on the tiles in his panic as he tried to leave the waters. He nearly managed to get out of the pool when it sped up and opened its maw wide, razor sharp teeth glinting in the light and Nathan screamed again in absolute panic, legs kicking wildly to get him further away from the pool. He could almost feel its teeth sinking into his flesh when something else moved into his periphery.

Another loud splash rang in his ears, water obscuring his view when another wave was splashed into the air, hitting him in the face. He sat blinking, eyes growing suddenly wide, curling his legs against his body, trembling and inspecting his foot with shaking hands. 

There was barely a scratch.

He scrambled to his feet, staring into the bubbling waters in front of him. He could see the alligator under the water, fighting with the beast for an upper hand. The water was splashing like crazy around them. It looked almost like it was boiling.

He couldn’t believe that the beast had come for his help, scrambling away even further from the drop off into the waters. He knew he could just run into the house now and close all doors. Just to make sure the alligator had no way to follow him, but a morbid curiosity hit him instead. He hadn’t seen anything but the claws and vines the beast possessed, which were surely deadly enough already, but the alligator had a large mouth with sharp teeth as well.

Would it be able to fend it off?

At least he knew he would be faster on land than in the water if the alligator managed to get out of the pool. A loud splash announced them emerging from underwater, growls following the noise. Nathan stumbled a few more steps back, eyes fixed on the two creatures in their pool. He could already see that the water was turning slightly red. One or both of them most likely hurt. The beast had its tentacle-like vines around the body of the reptile, which was snapping its large maw at the plantlike beast, trying to get a hold of it. 

None of them seemed to have a real advantage. The beast clawed at the hard hide of the reptile where its vines didn’t hold, while the alligator bit after its vines and body, trying to completely wiggle free or get a deadly hold. None of them took notice of him anymore, which he was grateful for.

He knew it was a morbid fascination, stupid, but he couldn’t help it. He knew what it felt like being held by those vines, but they had never been used to cause actual bodily harm like this. He wondered if it could squeeze hard enough for the alligator to suffocate. Which in and of itself was a horrendous thought. 

He didn’t actually want the reptile to die. It was only looking for a meal too, even if it went right for him. Were alligators always so aggressive? Or was it just that desperate?

His thoughts went around his head a mile per minute. He couldn’t help it. He had so many confusing thoughts and feelings going through him at once.

It almost made him miss a crucial part of the fight. 

The tentacles all over its head parted, as if swaying in the wind, before flaring up in a menacing way. Its sharp toothed mouth came into view for the first time ever. He startled backwards once more, feet uncoordinated at the suddenness and he stumbled and fell on his ass. Not able to look away from what he was seeing.

It was large. It even looked like it grew even larger per second. It was so wide and its teeth looked razor sharp. It almost looked like it was splitting its own head apart, as if the entire face of the head was its mouth, like a venus fly trap. He couldn’t even see if it had eyes, now that the vines didn’t hide its maw. 

Could it even see?!

It snapped at the alligator, which reeled back at the sudden appearance of sharp teeth. 

It wasn’t fast enough.

Nathan watched in abhorrent horror how the beast managed to bite the entire snout and head in a single bite, bones crunching under its strong jaws. He had to turn around, coughing up bile at the thing he had seen and the sounds he could still hear. He crawled away vomiting, tears and snot on his face. He shouldn’t have stayed. He should have taken the opportunity and run away when they had been busy.

He coughed again, spitting out more bile. He only dared to look back for a second, the pool was now tinted red from the blood. The monster was still working on the alligator as well, bones crunching. He vomited once more at the sight, turning back towards the house again. 

Then he got shakily to his feet, stumbled in the direction of the house, until he got his feet completely under him and all but ran inside. He locked the door, closed the blinds and then sank to the ground, shaking. 

He hadn’t thought the beast could turn even more terrifying, but knowing now that it was hiding that large maw with all those teeth under all its tentacle-like vines, made the fear even worse. Would he be the next meal for it?

Did it come here to eat him this time and found something else instead? 

Would he be next?

Nathan hugged his knees to his body, shivering, hidden behind the curtains while the beast was outside being occupied with its prey. He hoped it had forgotten about him. Still, his mind made him wonder if it had come here to defile him once again or to finally eat him after all. 

Would it be satisfied after its meal?

—-// flashback end //—-

Nathan came back to the present as the splashing of a moving body came closer. He looked up at the beast, which looked proud and smug at its successful hunt, even if it had killed larger animals before. 

It was the reason his parents put on more cameras around the house, after finding the remains of the alligator in the pool and their scared son in his room.

He had to smile at the ridiculous monster. It stomped through the swamp to get to him, ignoring everything else around them. When it finally reached him, it leaned down towards him, its maw already hidden behind its curtain of vines again. He could smell the blood of the poor animal, but weirdly enough, he didn’t react to it the way he had many of the times before. 

On the contrary. 

He lifted his hand to the beast's face, its tentacles greeting his searching fingers, sliding and curling around them, their usual fluids making his hands all wet and slimy. He revealed its mouth, sharp teeth greeting him in a cocky grin. 

It was weird. 

He could swear that he had noticed more and more strangely human behaviors from the beast, but he wasn‘t entirely sure if he wasn’t just projecting it. It was still pretty much a monster through and through, more animal than anything else. He in comparison didn’t mind the smell of blood anymore, nor the appearance of the beast or the gore it sometimes brought with it. Quite the contrary even. He had to admit that the sight of the creature, not only his alluring aphrodisiac-like nature smell, was awakening a heat inside his body more often than not now. 

He definitely knew that for certain now.

His fingers curiously brushed over the sharp-toothed smile, smearing away some of the still visible blood. It opened its maw, a tiny spike of frightening excitement building, and its tongue appeared to lick at his fingertips. He gasped at the raspy feeling. The tongue had such a different texture to his own and he knew it to be so long as well. It had probably become one of his favorite parts of the monster. 

It licked between his fingers, lavishing his comparatively small hands with its bumpy texture. It was like a massage over his skin, waking erogenous zones he never thought he had. It purred in utter delight, leaning down some more to lick over his lips. Leaving his hands to the slimy tentacles instead. His lips parted almost automatically for it, so its tongue could easily slip inside his mouth. He moaned at the feeling, the same knobbly surface tangling with his own tongue, gliding over the inside of his mouth. The faint taste of blood lingering on the muscle. He didn’t mind the coppery taste anymore, used to it by now and a deep part inside him, he hadn’t previously known existed, rumbled in satisfaction. 

He gripped onto the forearms as long tentacles pulled his much smaller body closer, making him stand on his tiptoes, more hanging in their grip than standing on his own two feet. The tongue delved deeper into his cavern and almost breached right down into his throat. 

Nathan moaned, the smell of the creature inevitably turned stronger at their kisses, with his body already starting to react as well. It licked down into his throat, making him gag slightly and convulse a little, before clinging even more to the beast. He sucked on its tongue as best he could, their combined saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth, which was pushed wide open with how far its thicker getting tongue was already being pushed into him. 

The beast rumbled pleasantly deep in its throat, Nathan felt the vibrations in and against his body, as its large clawed hands gripped at his hips and ass and lifted him completely off his feet. He whimpered as his feet left the ground, finding their way around the monster's thin hips, bodies pressed together. Its strong hard chest was under his fingertips and he enjoyed the solidness of it. 

It carried him over to a grassy little island, tongue still deep in his throat, even though it had leaned back a little, their foreheads not touching anymore, to see where it was going. Its tongue was long enough to still be able to deepthroat him, even if it was moving them at the same time, while also holding him up like he weighed nothing. He sometimes wondered how it was stored inside its mouth. Its tentacles were holding him secure as well.

Gods, he had come to love the beast's strength. That strength was something that made Nathan feel all jelly legged and made him feel safe. It had already shown him that it would keep him safe as well.

Because yes, it had come to him after the alligator, blood soaked as it still was, but instead of his fear of being torn apart becoming a reality, it had ravished him once more. It had looked and behaved like a proud predator coming to get the price it had won. The mate he had fought for. It had protected his life after all. 

It was the very first time it used its interestingly textured tongue against him. It was such a difference to its overly slimy vines. Nathan loved the little bumps massaging his skin or the inside of his throat, gagging on them. It hadn’t been always like that, but then he hadn’t always been into fucking the beast either.

Maybe he had changed, maybe he just broke to the unending pleasure it would bring him. No one could quite scratch the itch as well as his beast could anymore. Often enough it was the beast awakening it anyway. 

Like right now.

Its stronger growing scent and the solidness of its body against him was making his ass weep. He was already so soaked that its fingers were sliding through the slick with squelching noises. He could feel the heat rising to his face, his ears burning, moaning at the teasing touches of its claws against his soaked rim, even through the shorts he still wore. It only purred in response, clearly delighted at its bitch getting ready for itself. 

It dropped to its knees on the soft little island, the grass and earth still wet from the rains of the last few days, greeting them with a splash. It didn’t seem to mind the extra liquid soaking its thighs, but then again it was a creature of the swamp. After the dry heat of the last few days, this wetland was nice against the skin.  

Nathan shuddered a little as he was laid down, the wet grass cool against his heated skin. His clothes soaked the second he hit the ground. It settled right between his spread legs, parting them even further with its own. It leaned back, its tongue leaving his throat and mouth with a loud sucking sound and he coughed as more spit and air suddenly invaded his lungs.

Something hot and large flopped onto his groin right up to his belly, with a gaze down he confirmed that it was the beast's erect cock. He had already felt it slowly breaking free from its hidden plates when it had been carrying him. Now it was proudly put on display, his thighs framing the massive specimen of a cock. It looked downright obscene as it dripped translucent fluid all over his lower body, so big in comparison to his own, which was still trapped inside his short trousers. 

It always amazed him how that even fit into him.

He looked dazedly up at the creature, its head tentacles flared like a flower, showing off its wide satisfied grin. Teeth sharp and gleaming, only parting again for the obscenely long tongue to lick at its lips. Its large cock bobbing when it moved to lean more over him. 

The rays of the after storm sun that managed to break through the trees, got blocked off by the large creature leaning over him as its tentacles crawled over his body. Two wandered up his mostly bare legs, until they reached the holes of his shorts. They wiggled into them, the fabric already taut around his thighs only getting tighter. He moaned out loud at the pressure around his cock, trapped inside his shorts and already painfully hard.

The tentacles didn’t care, only spreading their own slicks all over his groin and backside, meeting his own building fluids in a loud squelch. He bucked his hips when one pressed against his opening, having gone commando just because of this, mewling at the pressure all around. His hands trembled when he finally managed to lift them enough to try and open his jean-shorts. 

It watched him with rapid attention as other vines creeped under his shirt, pulling it up under his arms to get to his hardened nipples, brushing against them in varied pressure. Tweaking and pushing against them. 

He fumbled a little. The tentacles didn’t stay still either, even though they shouldn’t have enough space to even move at all. Pulling and pressing on both ends. The one entering his soaked opening, pressing in just a bit and growing thicker to open him up. He whined, a little relieved, when he finally managed to open his pants and got a bit of freedom against his aching cock back. 

The moment they were loose though, both tentacles worked at pulling his shorts down his legs. The one teasing his hole abandoning that to help along. It didn’t take them long to remove them either as coordinated as they were to get them off. He didn’t even notice how they took his rainbows off as well.  It was curious that it had stopped just ripping his clothes to shreds, since he had asked it not to, but it also made moments like this a pleasurable torture to him, since it never waited for him to get undressed before it started in making him impossibly harder. 

He shuddered at the cool ground meeting his hot bare flesh as it settled even more between his spread legs, its massive erection almost dwarfing his own when they lay together. He groaned. The vines were back, curling around his thighs and keeping them open as it adjusted its grip around his hips. It bucked against him, pressing its own heated flesh against his hard one. He moaned at the feeling.

Claws dug slightly into his flesh, not piercing it but giving off the dangerous sensations all the same. He tried to buck his hips as well, but the creature held him still, its grin peeking from between its settled head-tentacles. He whimpered. 

Now it was just playful instead of taking what it had come to get! He almost pouted. 

“C’mooon, don’t be a teeeeeas-“

His grumble turned into a drawn out moan as the tentacle returned, this time thrusting in without preamble. His hips twitched, unable to move them as he wanted to with the beast holding onto them. It still rubbed its slick erection against his own, while its vine didn’t pause in plunging into his body, withdrawing with a slow twirl around the inside of his rim and repeating that over and over again. His back arched off the ground, hands searching for something to hold on to, only finding wet grass and earth and he dug into that. He moaned and writhed as best as he could, the pressure almost unbearable inside and out. 

The noises were downright lewd, squelching from between his fingers when he closed them into a muddy fist and even worse between his legs. The tentacle abused his hole with expert thrusts and swirls against his walls. His slick making each movement so much easier and loud to his ears. He whined, head shaking from left to right at the pleasure it caused, while the beast's cock pressed his own against his groin. 

It rumbled in amusement at his petulant whining for it to “fucking get on with it!”, which made the boy curse at it even more. A low whine in his voice. 

Nathan had the suspicious feeling that the beast had started to like these drawn-out moments. Since its grin peeked out from under its head-tentacles with each movement, which had mostly settled back down again. He was already positively drenched in all kinds of fluids, be it the normal water of the wet grass and earth at his back or their combined bodily fluids. He dazedly wondered how he would be able to sneak back into the house, muddy and soaked as he was, without anybody or the cameras seeing. He giggled deliriously.

Which turned into a long moan as its tentacle hit him right on his prostate, his whole body shuddered at the sudden jolt of overstimulated pleasure. His poor cock jumped, leaking pre-come in an infinite-feeling wave. It mixed nicely with the slick the beast produced. 

The lewd squelching noises of their dicks rubbing together was loud in his burning ears. One would think he was already used to the sounds, but he certainly was not.

Suddenly the vine in his ass plopped out with a loud sucking noise, his own body fighting to keep the appendage in him. He whined at the suddenly empty feeling. But it wasn't for long as the beast moved above him, sun appearing back over its shoulders and warming his face. It lined up to him, the large cook gliding between his obscenely drenched cheeks a few times, before finally catching on his opening for just a second. It pushed into him without a pause. He groaned from the pressure on his rim, its dick broader than its tentacle, burying deeper and deeper into his channel, stretching him even further. 

The stretch felt wonderful after all the teasing, his body responding to each inch entering his channel. An itch beginning to get scratched. Its own and his slick made the push and pull so much easier too. The beast rumbled in its pleasure. It leaned backwards and pulled his legs even more over its hips, settling him completely on its lap. It gripped onto his hips and pulled his thighs up against its front, nearly bending him in half in the process.

He was pretty much sitting on its lap, while only his shoulder blades were still on the ground. This way he could see its large cook moving inside his body. Saw how much his stomach was bulging while getting fed more and more of its member. He groaned at the sight, his belly growing taut under the length.

Nathan felt winded when it finally bottomed out. It was so huge, his usually flat stomach suddenly bulged as if he were pregnant. It stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the tight fit of his body around its length.

He whined at the sudden stillness of the beast, trying to make it move again but it just tutted at him and held him still. His eyes grew large at the audacity of the creature, his mouth opening in protest.

He never got to voice it though, because at that moment it started moving. It pulled out and thrust right in again, stealing his breath away. It repeated that motion, pulling out slowly and pushing in roughly. One of its clawed hands wandered over his skin, stopping at his belly as if it wanted to feel its cock penetrating his body from the outside as well. Each time its erection hit its hand, a satisfied growl left its hidden lips. It rumbled, getting faster in its thrusts, holding him otherwise still. 

The beast dug its knees into the ground some more, changing its position in a way that lifted him up slightly to get a better angle, before starting to actively pound into him, making him completely breathless. He could barely get the air into his lungs with each sharp thrust into his convulsing channel, hitting his prostate head-on suddenly. 

He mewled, writhing on the ground, totally helpless in the beast's grasp. It used him hard and good, not giving him any kind of reprieve. It was almost too much after the teasing start of everything, so it wasn’t a surprise when his body suddenly grew rigid and his cock spouted cum all over his front. Since he was almost bent in half, it even hit his face. 

His channel grew impossibly tight around the stiff erection, milking it with each new thrust. 

He could feel each little vein of its dick, could feel it throbbing inside him. It massaged his inner walls, over his overstimulated sweet spot and made sure his orgasm felt almost endless. His cook was still dripping with come, especially when its thrusts were strong and sure against

his prostate. He could only wail each time, sobbing at the neverending pleasure his body was made to endure. His face was probably just as much of a mess than the rest of his body. Tears, saliva, snot and cum mixed together. 

Suddenly the rhythm changed, its plunges almost desperate. Vines curled protectively around his body, keeping him in place and supporting him as the beast pounded into his slack figure. He was winded, dazed through the pleasure. His throat was emitting a steady hoarse noise that he couldn't even describe himself.

It growled over him, both hands keeping his hips still as it ruined his hole for anyone else but the beast. When it finally came, it was with a roar. He vaguely wondered if anyone heard the noise and thought about all the possible creatures it could have possibly come from. His own sad little cock dribbled more cum on his body, trembling and empty.

His channel in comparison wasn't empty at all. It pumped a huge amount of seed into his belly, filling him up to the brim. Where its cock still resided inside his body, he could see the shape of it almost disappearing, being less and less visible with how he was being pumped full. The huge amount of cum filling him up and hiding the intruder in his lower belly. If he thought he looked a little pregnant before, now it would be so much more apparent. Its seed was so much that his stomach grew big and heavy.

He whined low in his throat, his voice hoarse from all the noises he had made. In his hazy state of mind, he wondered if it was even possible to get pregnant by the beast. Which was a hilarious thought, since he was still male, even if his body reacted differently since the creature appeared in his life. It was a fleeting thought, but it had crossed his mind either way. 

He hiccuped, sure he could taste the still spilling cum on his tongue. It felt like it never stopped. 

The creature leaned over him, pressing his legs against his own body and he whimpered. Too much. It was just too much pressure. It almost hurt. His stomach was swollen by the cock and seed together, its body pressing his thighs against it. Suddenly the large tongue appeared, licking up his soaked belly, to his neck and lastly his face, cleaning him off the mess he had made of himself with his own semen. It felt like the press of their bodies made its fluids move even further into him. He gasped at the weird feeling, almost delirious in the mix of pleasure and pain, of too much and not enough.

The beast had certainly changed him. He wasn't scared any more when its maw appeared and its tongue started bathing him, the texture so different and soothing. The sharp teeth gave him an assurance that it would keep him safe.

And sometimes…

Sometimes the best way for a marking that would remind him of his beastly lover.

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Chapter Text

“Hello?!”

Nathan had his hands up to his mouth, held in a cone like shape in hopes of his voice carrying further. He listened afterwards, hoping to hear someone call his name back. He had no such luck. His shoulders slumped. That’s for going into the woods right after moving into this part of the town. 

He really shouldn’t have left the house to explore the woods behind their new home, but it had been so tempting since they had first come and looked at the large building. His parents had wanted to have another house at the outskirts of a town for a while now. This beautiful mansion had been just that, with the large woods in the back of the building, right where the large pool was situated. 

Nathan hadn’t minded. The opposite actually. He loved nature and going on hikes. He loved the garden around the house so much. He had seen and found so many things he could and would sketch when he had the time. 

He had also wanted to see if he could find a hideout for himself, when the nagging of his parents got too much, or when he needed some alone time after having been around too many people for too long. Maybe he should have waited a little longer to do that though. Now he wasn’t even prepared for a possible scenario of being lost in the woods. No warm clothes for when the night would roll over the world and make the air cooler. Nothing to eat or drink. Not even anything he could use to make himself a fire or something. 

He was usually better prepared when he went on hikes. 

He doesn’t know what made him just go into the woods like this, so totally unprepared, but what was done was done. He just needed to find his way out again, preferably without getting even further lost and hopefully before it would be too dark for him to see. 

Nathan was close to crying. The night had come sooner than he anticipated, having lost as much track of time as he had lost his way into the woods. Worse yet, not too long ago he had stepped into something he was sure was the start of a swamp area. He hadn’t known there was a swamp inside these woods, but his feet had just sunken into the ground all of a sudden and he had very nearly face planted, if he hadn’t been able to get a hold of a tree. He was sure he would have broken something if he hadn’t managed to catch himself. 

As it was, his foot hurt with each step, but he was sure nothing was actually broken. Maybe he jolted it weirdly with his near fall. He tried staying at the border of the swamp, since he definitely hadn’t gone through it when he first got lost. He had thought of going just straight away from the swamp, with it behind his back, but he wasn’t entirely sure how it was spread out inside the woods. Would it work to go straight away from it? Technically it should work to walk away from it, right? He hadn’t walked through it before, so moving away from it should get him to the end of the forest, right? Or even the street leading up to their house? Anywhere else but further into the swamp and the woods?

He was just about to test out his theory, when a loud splash beside him scared him out of his shoes, literally. He had been standing too close to the muddy beginnings of the swamp, not noticing that his not swamp appropriate shoes were already sucked into the mud, when he startled so badly that he stumbled forward, the loud suction noise was ringing in his ears when he fell and dislodged his barely hanging on shoes. 

He yelled in pain, his already sprained foot ringing with it even further. He looked around with wide eyes, hands going for his stinging injury. It must have already started swelling, because it felt hot and thicker than usual. The second fall was not helping at all. Still, he stared around himself in hopes to find what had made the noise. He couldn’t see anything in the dark. 

A crack from a tree nearby made him jerk again, as hands frantically searched for his shoes. The noises really started to freak him out. It definitely sounded like a large animal was approaching him. Probably one he really didn’t want to meet in the woods. When the next loud crack seemed to happen right behind him, he gave up on his search for the shoes and tried to get up on his feet again. It was harder than he anticipated, as his sock clad feet slipped in the mud. Though he did barely manage to get on his feet, he stumbled as another shot of pain went through his injured foot. 

He caught himself on a tree again, groaning at the sharp pain. Another splash had him moving though, as he hobbled away from the muddy waters. Each step on his injured foot made him nearly see stars, but he gritted his teeth and went on. The socks weren’t really much of a help running through the woods, especially not when he could barely see his own hands in front of him. 

He didn’t want to know how many stones and branches he stepped onto. He was sure his feet would be bloody later on. Even through the rush of leaves, he was sure he could hear the sound of footsteps following him. It only made him panic more. He looked behind himself in fright, which made him completely lose his footing a moment later. 

He yelped loudly as he dropped to the floor again, stunned for just a moment, by his own stupidity as he fell against the hard ground. His breathing was heavy and loud, definitely panicked. Leaves rustled in the wind, an owl hooted far in the distance and Nathan wanted to cry even more as he heard heavy footsteps behind himself. He scrambled to get up on his feet again, nearly managing to do so, when something snagged around his injured foot. 

He yelled in pain and turned around to see what it was. 

His eyes turned large. It was still very dark out, but he must have run to an opening in the canopy as he could see a massive creature standing there in the dim light of the moon, something long and thin moving in the shadows, like tentacles in water. One of those thin appendages had wrapped itself around his ankle. He screamed and tried to kick at the tentacle with his relatively healthy foot, hands dug behind him into the dirt, as he tried to pull himself away from the creature. 

It took a step forward and Nathan only got more desperate. He tried to crawl away hastily, even as his foot hurt from the vine around his swollen leg. As he panicked, he grabbed onto whatever he could and threw it at the thing. It didn’t even budge, instead it pulled on his foot with a jank and Nathan yowled in pain as his head hit the floor and subsequent stone lying right there at the same time, making everything turn black.

He couldn’t have been out for long, his head and foot still stinging in painful aftershocks, but it had been enough for the creature to carry him somewhere without problems. A large tree loomed over his head. Which was the first thing he noticed with his muddled brain. Next came the water surrounding the large tree where he could see and that he felt distinctly wet. His head hurt like hell and as he tried to lift his hand to feel at the place where the pain was the strongest, he finally noticed that he couldn’t really move his arms. 

A wave of panic ran over his body as a shiver, until he noticed that it wasn’t just the fear that had just rolled over him, but also that part of his clothes were soaked wet and had been ripped off his body. Not a lot was still hanging on and his arms were being held hostage in front of his body by more of these tentacles that had caught him before. He was just about to try and wiggle free of them when he finally noticed the dark rumble right behind him, his back against a large body that was definitely not the trunk of the tree. His mind was still too muddled to have noticed it right away.

Some kind of liquid dropped onto his body, like a drool gliding down his skin. Even the vines around his wrists and arms had the same slimy feel to them. It still didn’t help to wiggle himself free. The grip was that strong and relentless. He whimpered in total fear at the thing behind his back, only seeing shadows of large legs under him. He felt rough patches in his back, as if there were hard plates digging into his skin and he was sure he felt something similar along its knees. 

He wiggled and yelled, trying to get free of the tentacles holding him in place, which felt suspiciously like he was being held on its lap. He could feel more and more vines moving over his mostly naked body, ripping more and more of his clothes off, curling around his legs and torso. He could even feel some slimily wiggling against his throat and shoulder. 

He was sure he was going to piss himself in fright, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was completely trapped, his heart going a mile a minute and his body trembled without pause. It rumbled behind him, a deep note in its voice, as if it was amused at his puny attempts to escape its holds. Maybe it was even pleased at its catch. 

Nathan didn’t know or care, he wanted to be home and in his bed instead. Suddenly its large hand brushed over his stomach, sharp claws easily cutting into the rest of his shirt as it moved downward between his legs, where his trousers were still mostly intact. He trashed and wailed, trying to get away from it. It only made him grind against the groin area of the beast, which made it rumble once more in his ears, definitely pleased this time. 

A loud ripping sound made him realize it had just shredded his trousers, while its tentacles worked on getting the fabric off his struggling legs. 

“No!”

Why would it even remove his clothes?! Did it want to eat him without layers of fabric in the way? Nathan hiccuped out loud sobs, his struggles futile in the hard grasps of his assailants' tentacles. He was so scared and was shivering from the fright and cold air alike. The vines curled more securely around his arms and legs and he had no say in it as they pried his legs open.

He cursed, whined and begged for it to stop, but it all fell on deaf ears. On the contrary, one of its tentacles suddenly stuck itself in his pleading mouth, almost gagging him in its enthusiasm to push deep inside it. He wanted to bite down on it in reflex and disgust, but one clawed hand was suddenly on his chin as well, hard finger pressing in and keeping his mouth open. He definitely gagged his time as it held his tongue down. The tentacle was all slimy and wiggled into his throat, which made him heave, tears and snot dripping down his face. 

Its secretion seemed to double in its amount and his mouth was suddenly filled with the liquid. He could feel how it wanted to slide down his throat. He tried to spit it out, but tentacle and finger alike made it almost impossible to do so. He could already feel as it ran down his chin, but it was just too much. If he didn’t swallow, he would definitely suffocate on it as his nose was all closed off with snot. He could barely breathe. He trembled in the monster's grip, hacking and hiccuping. He was all lightheaded already, since air had been hard to get with being held like that and the panic that threatened to overcome him. As his mouth was rapidly filled up, he had no other choice but to swallow. 

It ran thickly down his throat. 

Once he started swallowing it was almost like he couldn’t stop anymore. He didn’t know how much of its fluids he drank down before the tentacle finally retreated, leaving only its finger in his mouth. He coughed out more of its slime, but the damage had already been done. He felt weird, limbs heavy and head clouded. It was almost like he was drugged. Was that to make eating him easier?

He laughed deliriously around its finger, as if he had been any kind of challenge against the strength of the beast to begin with. His tears ran freely.

His head felt heavy, as did his limbs. It seemed to get harder to move them the way he wanted. The scent of flowers grew ever stronger, muddling his brain even more, his skin growing hot under the monster's attention. The low rumble of the thing behind him crawled up his spine. He could only shudder in its grasp.

“N-no-“

He hiccuped, his breath shallow and scared.

Its tentacles grinded against him, as if tenderizing his flesh, it was sure to leave bruises if anything would be left of him at the end. 

But then their drive suddenly changed. They started to caress his nipples and dick specifically, not as hard as before, more sensually, as if it knew it would get the reactions of them that it wanted. He gasped at the attention, eyes unfocused and body a quivering mess. It made him involuntarily grind into the being behind him, which growled in obvious delight.

It took Nathan a long moment to decipher the hard length against his lower back. He had felt it slowly growing before, but it had never been enough to catch his entire focus, his fight for freedom more prominent. Now he could feel it growing even more as if it came out of nowhere. He was a little embarrassed that it took him so long to recognise it as an ever growing erection. One he thought he hadn’t seen in the short moment the monster had been visible to him before.

He whimpered at the realization now, his head a bloody mess of muddled terrified thoughts. It grinded back against him, the slimy length even more obvious now. It felt large and slick, as its juices dripped down his lower back, right between his revealed ass cheeks. Veins and other bumps catching on his skin.

His clothes were barely hanging on to certain places or were in part completely torn off. He trashed weakly in its hold, tentacles keeping his legs open as they curled around his own growing arousal. After a bit, one found its way between his ass cheeks. Taking over the place its cock had been moments before. The tip was gliding over his pucker curiously and smeared more of the monster's juices into his flesh. Its tentacle-like vine poked and pressed against the opening in turn. He pleaded with a hoarse voice for it to stop, seriously not knowing if this was for the better or worse purpose for the beast to catch him like this.

It didn't listen.

The tentacle only pressed harder, its tip slowly sinking into his channel. He gasped at the intrusion, tears streaming down his face. The pressure was hard and unyielding against his entrance and shortly after inside his channel. It twirled around past the ring of his muscle, as if it was trying to test out if it would even fit. He doubted it. At the same time it stroked its surroundings with the liquid that had never stopped being produced by its body, which only helped it to slip further into him.

Nathan felt weak in its clutches, unable to cause any harm or even wiggle free. His head felt like cotton candy had made its home there. 

He didn’t know how long the tentacle abused the insides of his body like this, stretching and juicing them up with its girth and fluids. He was sure it had grown thicker inside him at some point, the pressure had increased more and more as its slimy body stimulated his prostate with each pulse of movement. Nathan could only bite off his increasing moans.not knowing if they were of pain or pleasure.

Then it was suddenly gone with a loud plop, leaving him bereft with the feeling of utter emptiness. His hole was gaping wide open already, far wider than one could have ever imagined. He could feel the cool breeze of the wind inside his channel! It squeezed reflexively on nothing but the fluids left inside. Which lazily dripped from him.

He hiccuped in sobs about the weird feeling.

But not for long, because the emptiness was suddenly filled by the tip of its monstrous cock. He shook his head frantically when he felt it prodding at his stretched entrance. Its knobby texture was a contrast to the smooth appendages that kept his body afloat, which had intruded in him before. 

It was still slimy and slick, but he could already feel the bumps and veins on his member, scratching against his abused hole, along his ass and thighs. Then it returned to his entrance and started to push the tip in. It was already wider than the tip of the tentacle had been, knobs catching on his rim. 

He shook and pleaded, trying helplessly to move away. 

Nothing worked and the tip only grew bigger against his rim. How could it be so large? He had thought the tentacle thick. This was already feeling like too much, as if the tentacle hadn’t prepared him before. I continued pushing him onto it, regardless of his pleas and useless contortions of his body. 

The pressure only grew stronger. 

“NO-!”

He suddenly screamed and then continued in pleading whimpers as his entrance caught on an especially big and hard knob. 

“No- p-please…. No moooaaah!”

It was going to break him! It pushed and pushed and it felt like he was being torn apart. So much girth. Too much length. Too many uneven knobs and veins getting caught on his flesh, but it made him take it inch by inch. So much pressure trying to break his body in. It was filling him up more and more, he could barely breathe at the hiccuped sobs punched out of his throat with each further inch that sank into him. It felt so slimy and wet between his legs as liquids dripped from his rim and coated the beast's member even more. He was scared to look. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mouth open in a voiceless scream.

Then his entrance suddenly gave in at the broadest part of its cock head and it was pushed all the way inside, was almost sucked into his hole, followed by even more of its erection in a single following thrust. As if his body gave up the fight and welcomed the intruder with open arms. He arched his back with a scream, as his stomach bulged obscenely. It felt like his organs were being rearranged to make space for that monster that had invaded his channel. He could only barely open his eyes in a mix of pain and immense pressure, head still clouded, all the while he feared that it was blood that was dripping from his ass, feeling astonished when it wasn’t actually red, but copious amounts of slick fluids produced by the beast. His backside was wet from its liquids. Its dick really must have never stopped producing them as it entered him, with more inside him waiting from the tentacle that had been there before. 

He sobbed out, feeling so full, not comprehending that something so big had been pushed into his much smaller body. He was impaled, feeling each vein and the knobby texture of this ruthless intruder in his channel. It was so much, too much, he felt like he could barely breathe. 

It wasn’t even all in yet!

Vines tangled over his body, ripping the very rest of his clothes from him. Their slimy liquids cooling on his heated skin. He whimpered at the appendages coiling over his flesh, as they brushed over his traitorous erect nipples, down over the bulge of his stomach, pressing curiously against their owner's dick through his skin. 

Nathan convulsed at the feeling, making it move inside his body, knobby texture rubbing over his burning stretched channel. His eyes opened wide as his mouth dropped open in a wordless plea as the large thing suddenly pressed into his prostate with the slight change. It made him convulse around it. 

It grunted into his ear, hot air blasted over his neck and shoulder and then it shifted on its own turn, moving its cock in the process. Nathan yelped at the movement. It felt like nothing he had felt before. It was hot but also kind of cool through the secretion of its body, a contrast against his heated insides. He moaned aloud, head falling back against the solid chest. The vines not caressing over his skin, held onto his thighs and his still tightly bound hands together, as if he had any kind or coordination in them left. They kept his legs spread wide open and up in the air, giving him no room to move if he would have even been able to. 

He was floating, in more than one way. His eyes all glazed over from tears and the ever growing pleasure his body was subjected to. The sweet flowery smell in the air muddled his brain even more. It felt like it strengthened the reaction his body had to the intrusion and its fluids. 

A large clawed hand grabbed onto his chin again, pressing him against itself. He could feel tentacles from its head against his face and shoulder, could feel larger ones crawling over his body, down between his legs, toying with his traitorous erection. It was already dripping. Slick from his own precum as well as the juices of the beast’s vines. 

He whined at the stretch of his channel, his insides and as the boldest of the tentacles curled around his cock, its tip brushing over his cockhead. It pressed against the slit with a stronger force, as if it wanted to dig into him. His whole body convulsed at the sudden pleasure, his cock released even more pre, his inner walls spasming around its erection. He almost yowled at the knobby texture digging into his sensitive walls got even more prominent. 

The monster growled in pleasure, keeping him steady as it finally drew out again and plunged right back in. It made Nathan scream, mouth wide open to gasp for breath. It didn’t stop there, now that it decided to move, it used its tentacles and other holds to push the boy up and down on its overly large cock. Each time his stomach would bulge out at the large member being fucked into him. Almost turning his insides out with each pull out as it rearranged his organs.

Nathan really could do nothing but moan and whimper, whine when a thrust was especially hard and he screamed his voice hoarse with each rut against his prostate. With the added tentacle curled around his own erection, which spasmed and stroked his hot flesh in time with the beast’s plunging into him, it didn’t take long for him to explode. His whole body went stiff, cum spraying all over his stomach and chest, bathing its tentacles in spunk. 

They almost seemed to reveal pleasure in it and smeared it all over themselves and his body. The monster didn’t stop though. On the contrary, its thrusts only seemed to become harder, pounding into his poor sore ass without pause. He could barely croak at the pleasure-pain that went through his oversensitive body. He trembled in its hold. Body squeezing the other beings knobbed cock. 

Suddenly it growled in immense pleasure and Nathan could almost feel as it exploded inside him. Wave after wave of hot seed was pumped into his poor channel. His insides were filled with its hot sperm and Nathan could only roll his head against its shoulder, eyes barely opened, snot and tears streaming down his face as he moaned with a barely there voice. It answered him with a satisfied grunt, hips twitching against his ass, cock pulsing with more floods of its essence. It made his own climax longer, made him spurt even more cum onto himself. 

If his belly hadn’t already been so round from its cock, it would have certainly been from the amount of seed it was planting into him. As it was, his stomach only turned rounder. He could swear he could taste the salty release on his tongue. 

Nathan hiccuped, feeling so full. Cum was already dripping from his overstretched hole, trickling down their thighs and spilling onto the wet floor.

Would this ever stop?

The beast leisurely ground against him, letting his body milk every last bit of cum out of its still hard cock. It made him see stars every time it brushed against his poor prostate again, making his arousal spurt even longer. How could he still have so much cum inside him left? It made encouraging noises in his ears, tentacles rubbing over his spent and tired body. One was still curled around his own cock. He was sure he would have marks from them, where they were still holding him aloft. 

He had no strength left, head lolling and breath shallow. 

They sat like that for a moment, the beast behind him leaning against the large tree it had carried him to, with him on its lap, impaled by its cock.

At least he wasn’t cold anymore. 

He thought deliriously, almost laughing out loud, if that hadn’t been too much work. The heat of its body was almost toasting him from behind, even though he had lost all of his clothing. Has the beast been that hot before? He couldn’t quite remember. His mind was too out of it to make much sense anymore. His body twitching in the last remains of his orgasm. 

Suddenly it hissed and dropped him face first into the dirt. He could barely lift his arms enough not to be suffocated in the muddy grass, still bound by its tentacles as they were, knees under him and ass up in the air. Its length had slipped out of his broken in entrance, floods of sperm leaving his hole, but not for long. It was over him all over again, large arms bracketing him in, the tip of its erection against his abused opening. 

Its tentacles held him up again, which was the only reason he wasn’t completely crushed into the ground as it pounded right back into him again. Its pace was hard and fast, giving him no time to breathe or adjust to the different angles.

If he was true to himself, he didn’t know what happened afterwards. It must have fucked him into the earth again and again, large cock filling him with even more fluids, while the loud sloshing noises from his fucked open hole rang deafening in his ears as the blackness won him over once more. 

When he came to much later, his body was a single point of overstimulated flesh, dirty and overused. He could barely feel his hips through the abused flesh. His whole body numb and stinging from its handling of him at the same time. 

It took him quite a while to recognize his own room, as he stared blankly up at his ceiling, his bed wet and dirty from swamp slush, plants and an enormous amount of cum still sluggishly dripping from his open hole. 

It took him even longer to be able to sit up, ass stinging like hell, legs quivering when he tried to put his feet on the ground. His stained foot was hurting, followed by the cuts and bruises. His whole body was a single point of pain together with a weird mix of satisfied pleasure. His muscles were surprisingly loose. He was trembling all over, staring down at his abused body. He could see where the vines had been holding him up, his flesh turned red and blue. The foot he had sprained a little thicker and red as well, small cuts on the underside hidden by dirt and mud alike. 

It took Nathan what felt like forever to stand up and stumble to the bathroom. It took even longer to get the bath going and to sink into the hot water to get rid of everything. A shower would have been too much work in standing on his own two feet for a prolonged time. He needed to refresh the water more than once and he scrubbed and scrubbed and still felt the beast all over him. But at least he didn’t have to also stand through everything. 

If he hadn’t been an absolute mess after waking up, he would have totally told himself this had all been a very realistic nightmare. 

As it was, he just couldn’t.

He didn’t know what to do. How had he come back to their house? He didn’t think anyone found him, otherwise he would have certainly been at the hospital. How had he ended up in his own bed? Did the beast actually carry him all the way over here? 

What was he supposed to do now?

He knew none of the answers, but he knew he wouldn’t tell his parents what had happened. 

What was he supposed to say anyway?

That he was ravished by a monster in the woods? That there was something out there that could have easily killed him? Could easily kill his parents? And that it apparently knew where he lived?

No. 

He would end up in the psychiatric ward in no time. Proof on his body or not. 

He had no desire for that to happen.

Chapter Text

This is turning out of hand

When was the last time you had sex with somebody other than the Beast?

He had been the son of one of his parents' friends before. A large silent type. Nathan had seen him many times at some of the parties he had been dragged to. He had always been on the sidelines, looking just as bored as Nathan had been. He was kind of handsome too, from what he could see of his face. 

It had taken quite a few times seeing him from afar until his parents actually got to introducing their son to him, not that Nathan ever tried going over to him either. He was usually on the sidelines too if he could. He was a few years older than Nathan, almost around fifteen years. It always surprised him that he still got dragged to parties by his parents when he was over 30 years old. Then again, his own parents would probably do the same in the future too and it probably helped his own business to meet other businessmen, even if he was mostly on the sidelines. So maybe it wasn’t as weird as Nathan thought at first. 

They at least had given up on getting him together with all the daughters of their friends or associates when they found out he was actually gay. Maybe they didn’t quite know how to react to that outing at the time, but at least they didn’t outright disown him. 

On the contrary.

They even looked for more charities they could help in their sons name. Just because they weren’t around a lot because of their work and other programs, didn’t mean they didn’t love him.

He knew that and he was glad his parents were doing well. Often enough he liked the quiet anyway. It helped him concentrate on his own projects, be it drawing or crafting. He knew he was lucky in that regard, that not everyone had the resources to do what they wanted to get by. 

He was very lucky indeed. He knew he wouldn't have gotten as far as he already did without his parents' help and that they could live with his quirks. 

Either way, Nathan had met Euan at one of the many parties his parents had brought him too. They introduced them with his parents around too. It had been a little weird at first, but he guessed it was just because they had been the people holding the charity event in the first place. So maybe it did make sense that the three of them greeted their guests. 

All of the family had come across as stoic and stiff. Which was completely different to his own parents' behavior. Thinking back on that, it was probably the real reason it had felt weird, but he did remember seeing them before, especially Euan, because he seemed to like being in the middle of attention as much as Nathan liked it. Which was pretty much not at all.

Still, every time Nathan had asked anyone about the stoic man standing at the sidelines of the room, he had mostly gotten positive comments. Except from people that were obviously jealous.

And who wouldn't be?

From what Nathan had heard and seen; Euan was handsome and standoffish, but was kind to people he deemed alright. He had been integrated in his family business as soon as he got out of college, but had apparently risen on his own from the bottom, up into the ranks, without just being the son of the owner.

Women fawned over him every time he had asked them and mostly the men had given degrading messages. Nathan really wasn't surprised. Men usually were like this in front of a rival. Which was kind of funny, with how little interest was sent in the direction of the female attendees at each event.

And yes, Nathan knew that because he had been watching the other man himself. Euan's gaze would rather linger on a handsome male guest than a female. Maybe that was the real reason his parents had insisted he come to this specific party, when they were usually more lenient with him attending some of their balls. 

They couldn't find him a bachelorette, so they thought they would find him a bachelor instead. Just because the accomplished said businessman was still single in his late thirties. He wasn't even mad, since at least this way he had a reason to talk to the silent giant. He had been a little intimidated to introduce himself at one of the other parties after all.

His parents greeted their hosts enthusiastically, especially his mother and to Nathan's surprise the rather stoic looking couple suddenly had warm smiles on their faces too. The women hugged each other with cheek kisses, while the men were all handshakes and shoulder clutches.

Only Nathan and Euan weren't as enthusiastic in their greetings. They all shook hands with the opposite parent’s, exchanging pleasantries and “happy to meet you”’s. Euan's parents actually came around nicer as he had previously thought. Judging from the beginning really wasn’t something one should do. 

What took him by real surprise was Euan taking hold of his hand and kissing the back of it with the hint of a smirk and a glint in his eyes. Nathan had a serious problem of jelly legs and heated cheeks because of the gesture, while his mother's squeal rang in his also burning ears.

After that initial introduction, Nathan couldn't quite remember what happened next, but he knew that he had a surprisingly great time at a party full of snobs. 

—-

At charity events or parties to come afterwards, it wasn't rare for them to hug a wall and just talk. The older male was very pleasant to be around. They had moments where no one felt like talking and they were alright with just standing together and watching people. Then they had moments of snarking or secretly making fun of other guests. Well. Them making fun of others was Nathan commenting on something and Euan grunting in agreement or disagreement and very rarely throwing in dry comments of his own.

Nathan loved that a lot when he didn't feel like socializing with anyone else. 

His parents never said anything, but he was sure he had caught one or two smug smiles being exchanged. The joke was on them, because outside of these events, they had never once met up yet. While Nathan had the time through his online studies and artistic endeavors, Euan was actually a busy man, helping out in his fathers firm. The sad thing was that Nathan would have actually loved to meet the man somewhere where they weren’t both uncomfortable. 

Maybe he had developed a little crush on the older man, but he really couldn’t have helped it! 

——

The first time they slept together was at an especially boring event. It hadn’t even been for charity, just a bunch of bigots trying to woo their parents and other celebrities and people to agree to things. He didn’t really pay much attention after their initial explanations already showed their horrible schemes. Nathan had been a nice little wall flower all evening, while Euan had been in the middle of things looking just as bored as Nathan had felt.

Next thing he remembered was his back hitting a wall in one of the many dark rooms above the party, with the older man’s tongue deep down his throat. He couldn’t even remember how they had gotten there and he had never minded the how and why afterwards either.

Euan had fucked him against the wall that night, hard and deliciously fast. He had seriously tried to hide the limp in his step when he told his parents that he didn’t feel so well and was going home to relax. The older male had been so kind to help him catch a taxi and sent him home with the gruff message to send him a text when he got there.

Nathan had done so with a blush later that night, right before he went to the shower to wash off the cum that had been steadily dropping down his pant legs. He had been so close to sending the older male a picture of his abused and still leaking hole, but chickened out right before pressing send. He still hid the image in his hidden drive, so he could look at it again himself.

He never thought that this had been more than a one night stand. Sad about the thought, but still happy to have had the time of his life. 

After all, who would want something serious with a 15 years younger artist that mostly had money thanks to his parents?

——

However, the circle repeated itself. 

More often than not, they had been socializing with people or stood at the walls, people watching together. Something Nathan had been grateful for when it had been like nothing had happened and that they could still enjoy themselves after that fateful night. 

He had thought for a moment that it would have changed and they would have both felt uncomfortable. While Nathan had been nervous at first, Euan had behaved like usual and had managed to calm him down and reassure him at the same time with his stony support. 

He had been so glad to still have the older man as his friend.

But then they had ended up in a dark corridor together, away from the party, with Nathan kneeling on a comfy reading niche and Euans large hard cock down his throat. The older man came down his throat with a low grunt when a pair of heeled feet came uncomfortably close to their hiding spot.

He had been immaculate and well dressed a moment later, as she turned around the corner, while Nathan had been flushed and out of breath, feeling a little faint. Ever the gentleman, the silver-blond man had helped him stand and led him to the next bathroom to “cool off”, after ensuring the lady that he had just kept a watch over him, as he had looked a little flushed and that he had needed a little break on their way to the bathroom.

It ended with Euan jerking him off over the toilet, while he grinded his still slightly hard dick against Nathan’s buttocks.

He took a taxi home afterwards, with the same message as before.

——

This went on and on.

Them somewhere in the dark of one of these parties, fucking like rabbits.

It never happened outside of them, with Euan being busy with projects and Nathan sometimes binge drawing and forgetting the world even existed.

 ——

 And then the monster happened and Nathan stopped going to these parties for a while, jumpy and worried about how he looked each time the beast had a go with him. 

If he was honest, he had also been worried about what Euan would have done if he had seen him scratched and beat up like that. He had seen the older man protective of him before and really hadn’t wanted to explain, in fear of being deemed insane and losing a friend, or causing him to find out and get killed by the beast in the process. Just because he wanted to help. He still wasn’t sure what it would do if someone tried to stop it.

So he had kept a distance from people and parties for a time, saying he was in the middle of a series of art projects that needed his immediate attention and concentration. 

He had only half been lying even, because when the monster didn’t come to visit him, or he had recovered enough after an event with it, he had put his drained energy into a little series to cope with everything all alone like he always did.

He still missed Euan, but he also felt bad that he was cheating on him with a creature that didn’t take no as an answer. Not like they had been an actual out couple (even though Nathan had been faithful the entire time this happened until the beast). It was to keep him safe as well.

But even with not being able to see the older man (in fear of giving away his bruises when they inevitably fucked again), they had stayed in touch through texts, sometimes even phone calls. Which really were mostly Nathan venting and Euan grunting. It helped Nathan through some of the harder days trying to deal with the rape of an impossible assailant. The other man made him laugh at the most unusual times with comments he hadn’t expected at the time.

He was glad for it.

And sometimes he wondered if Euan knew about his struggles and that communication with him was sometimes the only thing that kept him going.

At least until the thing with the beast started to change and he was growing more into it.

 ——

The one time he went to an event with his parents, Euan hadn't been there. Instead an even older handsome man had been flirting with him. He didn’t know who it was, but he reminded him of an older Euan in a way. Maybe it had been for the better that his ‘kind of’ lover wasn’t there, because he wouldn't have been able to explain the slickness his body had started producing. It would have been a weird conversation when they would have inevitably had sex in a dark corner again. He had excused himself from the older man and his group and hastily left the party.

The beast had found him later that day, of course.

Still, even after he willingly started participating in the activities with the beast, Euan would cross his mind more than once. It didn't help that the older businessman seemed honestly worried about him. It even went so far that his parents had noticed his lack of meeting him at events.

Before the beast, Euan's cock had been the largest he had ever had. It had been an amazing time of Nathan finding out that he was a bit of a size queen. Maybe that size kink had gotten even worse now, thanks to the beast. 

It also didn't help that he still had a bit of a crush for the businessman turned friend. After all, he had been the mortar holding him together.

—-

 Then something changed one Friday morning when Euan was suddenly standing in front of his door. It had been a bit of an eye opener. Because as his parents were out of town again and his crush suddenly stood there on his front steps in casual clothes and a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he finally understood that it hadn’t just been about the sex.

Nathan had just stared wide eyed at the older man, who looked kind of sheepish in his stoic way. He hadn't been able to help himself and jumped the giant man with a squeal. 

Seeing him like this made him realize how much he had actually missed the presence of him. He hadn't thought his actions through, but with his back suddenly hitting the slammed shut door and the tongue down his throat, he didn't think Euan had anything against it either. It had a different effect on himself, after he had had a taste of the monster's tongue in his mouth, but he still craved this just as much. He hadn't thought this possible.

Euan lifted him up once more in a reminiscent way to their first time together, grinding their groins against each other. Nathan broke the kiss in a moan, head thumping backwards against the door, with the other man latching onto his throat right away.

"Bed. Upstairs."

He didn't care how desperate he sounded. Since he only got an answering grunt back anyway. Which he understood as anything else but a complaint. It took them both a moment to get up the stairs, because they could barely take their hands and mouth’s off each other. Nathan's back had never met walls that often in his entire life as it had on their way up to his room. 

It was a wonder their clothes only started flying when they finally reached the landing of the stairs. The corridor to his room wasn't as long and was greeted with flying shoes, shirts and trousers. 

Euan was in his underwear in no time when he grabbed onto Nathan’s satin clad buttocks again and all but threw him on the bed with a low growl.

Nathan landed with an “Uff." on the large bed. Totally turned on by the strength of the other man. He looked up at his current almost naked lover. This was the first time they both would see each other entirely undressed. All the other times they had barely pushed the parts away that had been in their way.  

Which was a little wild to imagine. They had slept together more than once and this would be their actual first time completely unclothed and in a bed! Nathan was close to giggling in disbelief if the sight of Euan taking off his boxers hadn't entirely distracted him.

He had already been able to see the outline of his dick through these same boxers, had even already had it in his hands and down his throat before, but it still amazed him how large it really was. He licked his lips, suddenly dying to have that in his mouth again.

Yet to his horror, he could feel himself getting wet between his asscheeks. He had actually forgotten about that problem! Human males were not supposed to get wet there, so how was he supposed to explain this?

Euan frowned when he noticed his sudden distress.

"You alright?'

He grunted in his gruff voice. He usually got growlier when he was aroused, but also when he grew worried. Nathan gave him a quick smile, put at ease by the worry even if he still didn't quite know what to do.

“I,… Yeah..."

He swallowed audibly. "I just realized I have never seen you like this and I really missed having you in my mouth."

He threw a hopefully sultry looking smile in Euan's direction. The other man growled deep in his throat and stalked over. There was really no other way to describe it. It made the slick come even worse.

He rubbed his thighs unintentionally together as he got up onto his knees on the bed, crawling towards the tall man. He had always thought that it was mostly the smell or the juices of the beast that triggered this unusual bodily occurrence, but apparently he only needed to become aroused in general now. Because while he loved Euan's smell, it wasn't the same as that of the beast's.

He planted himself in front of the man, lifting his hands to take a hold of that deliciously large cock that had been bouncing in front of him as the man all but prowled over to the bed. He didn’t wait as he licked at its tip before moving his tongue along the shaft right to the base and to the pubic hair there.

All the while he smelled the sweetish-musky scent of his human lover. He took deep breaths that started to relax his shoulders. He would worry about his predicament between his asscheeks later, when he didn’t have this beautiful cock right in front of him. For now he wanted to fully enjoy the smooth texture of this wonderful specimen of a dick.

Large hands found their way into his hair as he sucked right at the base where it joined with the  equally handsome body, going so far as dipping farther down to suck on his balls as well. He could feel them take a hold of his hair, the sting of it curling down his backside in an appreciated shudder. He moaned against the hot flesh on his tongue, while Euan groaned deeply at the vibrations it caused. 

Nathan was a bit surprised how much he missed this, his thoughts having been mostly preoccupied with the beast nowadays. He repeated these actions a few times, before an especially vicious pull of his hair made him gasp out against the flesh. He finally relented with a little huff of warm air and took the cock head into his mouth, sucking on it just as viciously, as the pull had been, in revenge. 

He got a dark grunt in reaction. Still, he stopped teasing and went down on that sizable cock in one single motion. While he didn't actually want to think about his monstrous lover at the moment, he couldn't help but think that it definitely taught him how to deep throat large cocks like a pro now. By the drawn out moan of the other man he was sure that it was a highly appreciated skill. 

The hands massaged his scalp in pulls and carrasses and Nathan's mouth only fell open more, as he relaxed into the grip, his body nearly going limp in bliss, almost hanging from that cock lodged in his throat alone. He was pushed off with a distress noise a moment later, large hands cupping his chin and lifting his head. When Nathan managed to open his hazy eyes with his own whiny noise, he came face to face with worried blue eyes. He wondered what had happened, but then remembered that he had never before gone limp on a blowjob. He licked his lips, coughing slightly.

“I'm a-alright."

He felt warm that Euan had stopped in worry, the beast had never been quite as careful. Still, he wanted more. 

"Fuck my throat, please.”

Euan's eyes grew wide for a second until they turned an even darker shade of blue. He pried Nathan’s lips open with the thumb of his right hand, that had held onto his chin and led his arousal back to his mouth. Nathan latched onto it right away, sucking it strongly with appreciation before going loose again. This time Euan didn't stop, as he trusted what Nathan had asked of him. He used the hold on the chin to his advantage and only drew Nathan close, successfully dipping deeper into his throat. 

It wasn't as large as the beast's, but he could still feel the heady pressure of it that made him lightheaded and drool, on both ends. He swallowed around it as it breached his throat deeper. He lifted his hands again and took a hold of Euan's hips, using them to keep himself steady and push back when he got comfortable with the width and length. He breathed heavily through his nose.

At first it was Nathan controlling the pace, learning about a human cock (again) and how to best please it. Getting used to the warm length down his throat and breathing in this familiar and missed scent. But the moment it was clear that he had gotten the hang of it, the other man used his hold on his head and hair to fuck that mouth the way he wanted. Nathan went limp again with a moan, tightening around the heady flesh, enjoying the roughness of his throat being penetrated like that.

His nose would almost always be pushed into the other's silver-white pubic hair, while his throat bulged out with each deep thrust. Saliva long since dripped down his chin and he had to stop himself from rubbing his thighs together again, feeling the slick dripping down his legs. He was sure Euan would have been able to hear the sloppy noise of his dripping hole. But above all else, he felt weirdly proud to be able to take everything in without too much trouble. He definitely remembered having more problems with Euan's size before.

He was so out of it in pure bliss of being used like that, feeling his gag reflex wanting to appear and winning the battle against it, that he barely noticed the change in pace or the ever growing growly noises of his human lover. He was almost surprised as both hands tightened on his head and pushed his nose relentlessly into the others pubic hair, as a torrent of sperm was shot right down his throat.

Nathan whined, mouth full and with a gurgling throat.

He had wanted to taste that!

He pulled back, only slightly gagging as more droplets of cum rushed down his throat. He was a little disgruntled that most of the seed had been spent down his throat. He suckled on the head a bit more to at least get a little bit of a taste from it. That was until Euan made him let go with a solid tug on his hair. He released the head with a loud pop and a huff.

Euan grunted and apologizing brushed over his stinging head.

"Your turn."

Nathan barely had a moment to comprehend those words, before he was down on his back with the older male on top of him. Everything was suddenly so fast that he hadn't even noticed how his satin panties had vanished. Euan never commented on the stain his slick had surely made inside his panties, but that may have had something to do with his tongue once again down Nathan's throat, following his own taste, taking his breath away.

The younger man didn't even think as he spread his thighs for him, mind foggy through kisses, hands roaming all over his body and tweaking nipples, the grinding of their groins together and the blow-job he had just given the other man. So he was a little surprised as thick fingers prodded at his weeping entrance. He broke the kiss with a gasp, getting ready to sprout out whatever lie his hazy mind could come up with on the spot, but got interrupted by a finger being pushed right into him, making him moan instead. Euan stopped licking at his throat in interest, the man was fast in finding different places to give attention to when others were preoccupied, and hummed.

"Have you been playing with your­self before I rang?"

His voice had taken on such a lovely deep tone. Nathan blinked, uncomprehending, before his eyes grew slightly wider. 

He had just come up with the best excuse for him!

Going with it, Nathan nodded with a slightly sheepish flush to his cheeks.

"I felt lonely."

He gasped aloud as Euan pulled out and pushed two fingers in instead. The flush grew broader at the sucking noises his body was making with each thrust of those fingers. His entrance opened up fast. It didn't take long for the older man to push in three and then four fingers with additional lube from his bedside table. He had always been quite adamant to use a lot because of his size. He was kind of glad for that being a habit of his. Nathan's legs twitched, toes curling into the fabric of his bedsheets.

“C’mooaahn.”

He loved that Euan was still this careful at the start, but he really wanted to have that large cock inside him right about now! Euan had been all over him, kissing, licking and occasionally biting especially sensitive parts of him. He was a little surprised about the older man knowing some of them. He couldn’t quite remember if he had latched onto them in their little flings before, or just knew how to find them easily. 

“Impatient.”

Euan moved over him with a low chuckle, licking at his ear, before leaning upwards and spreading his thighs a little further. He got on his knees between them, pulling Nathan’s over his own, baring him for the larger man to see. 

“Such a beautiful sight.”

Nathan flushed at that. Usually Euan wasn’t much of a talker, often only choosing to talk when he needed to, but this was the first time either of them had the time to admire the other completely naked. And Euan was a sight to see himself. His broad shoulders glistened with sweat, his usually groomed hair was a short mess and his muscles moved enticingly with each deep breath. It was amazing how fit the other man was. Especially as the business man that he was. 

And he was staring down at Nathan with such an intense look. He was sure his flush went even further down than just on his face. It made something tremble over his body. A heat that went right to his bones, right down to his inner core, burning something within. He couldn’t help but wiggle slightly at the stare, fearing his slick had just doubled without anyone’s doing.

Euan smirked and a shudder went through his whole body, heat pooling in his belly. It felt like his entrance was fluttering in invitation. Something that shouldn’t even be possible. He could hear a faint noise ringing in his ears and it took him a moment to identify it as his own voice, whining low in his throat. 

Suddenly the larger man leaned fully over him, bending his legs further up and apart, lining his cock up against his weeping hole. He could feel its head pressing against him, heard the slick noise of lube and his own secret juices. It sounded loud in the otherwise silent room with only their breathes for company. 

There was a deep rumble in the air when Euan pressed closer, the tip of his erection slowly opening him up once more. He took his damn time to breach his muscles, making Nathan whine aloud. 

He wanted it in him already!

But the whole slow motion and staring into his eyes while he was tormenting him like that, made the entire experience so much more intense. He could feel how each of his muscles slowly gave way for that sizable cock, its head audibly popping past his ring and he was pressing his head into his pillows in pleasure. He was shaking from the sheer volume and intensity. The slowness and feel of each vein being pushed into him.

It felt like it had never been as intense between them before.

While it was smaller than the one from the beast, it was still larger than anyone he had met before and it was beginning to fill him well and good. He loved the feeling of being stretched open, his channel making a place for the other man sheathing his cock into him. It felt hot and alive, the pressure immense and his slick and the lube squelching with each inch being pushed into him. 

It was different like this. Different than being fucked against a wall with his trousers around his ankles or taken over a toilet seat, in a hidden alcove or a strangers room, being forced to stay quiet to not be heard by other guests. 

This time, this time Nathan could finally moan out loud as Euan bottomed out and grinded his groin against his ass for good measure. Could throw his head back into the pillows and scream when the other man pulled out to the tip and relentlessly shoved back in, giving him no reprieve, hitting his prostate almost immediately.

He could claw at his bedsheets, at Euan’s bare shoulders and arms, leaving scratch marks of his own and pull him even closer with his legs thrown around his hips. He could feel their combined sweat against their skin, heard the loud squelching noises from his well lubed ass being pummeled by a sizable cock. 

Even Euan was louder than usual, he grunted and groaned, as hips slapped against hips. A hand caught Nathan’s and pushed it into the mattress beside his head. He was still staring at the younger man, jackhammering into him without pause, never quite giving him that moment to adjust and Nathan loved that. Had come to terms with that when the beast fucked him relentlessly.

But this wasn’t the beast. This was the one man he possibly had feelings for. Who had been there in his own way when Nathan had needed someone and couldn’t quite voice that need for help. Not without possibly endangering other people. 

And though Euan had almost driven him crazy with how slow he had entered him, Nathan was almost glad that their first time like this was just as feral as it usually was, only way louder and even more free than they ever could before. He loved that the other man couldn’t hold back after the initial breach and pistoned into his heated body with force.

His asscheeks already tingled from the brutality of the thrusts, probably a nice reddish color already, his moans punched out of him and when he managed to open his eyes, he could see how his belly bulged each time he was fucked into.

The hand grasped under the other man’s tightened with each pummeling thrust. His hips worked in tandem with Euans for them to hit hard and deep, almost always hitting his prostate. It made his insides tingle. His dick slapped onto his abdomen with each thrust, he could feel where his precum was dripping down his flesh. 

Suddenly his leg was grabbed under its knee and he was almost bend in half, opened wide for Euan to fuck him from above. Nathan could only gasp and moan, “uh ah naaah!” as each thrust pushed in even deeper, his belly bulging so much. It almost felt larger like this and the older man’s thrusts turned just a little more feral as he used gravity to pummel him into the bed.

He couldn’t even grab for his own cock as one hand was still trapped under the much larger one and the other just couldn't stop clawing at the sheets. It felt like it was the only thing keeping him from being pushed through the bed. 

The larger male suddenly leaned fully over him, making his muscles burn with how much he was bent in half and licked over his lips. Nathan opened them without much of a protest and fought against the invading tongue. He had to throw his head to the side in a loud moan at an especially perfect hit against his prostate, precum spurting from the tip of his erection, which gave Euan the best angle to first lick and then bite into his neck.

Nathan yelled in surprised pain, thrusting his hips up into the next plunge and came all over his stomach and upper body. His eyes were wide open and stared up at the ceiling. The other man still had his teeth lodged into his throat as he pistoned frantically in and out of the convulsing channel around his dick until his hips stuttered and Nathan could feel the man’s cum rushing into his body in a hot flood. 

He keened loudly, head thrown back into the pillow, the pain and pleasure a mixture that sent shudders all over his body. The movement made Euan dislodge his teeth from his flesh and he could feel a little blood slowly dripping from the wounds. The blunt teeth still managed to break some of his skin. 

The other man was breathing just as hard as Nathan did, right beside his ear, his lover still crushing him with his weight. Tiny twitches of his hips still grinded against him. A hot tongue licked over the wound and Nathan finally managed to let go of the blanket and throw his arm over the other's neck. He pulled him closer, even though it made his muscles burn from being stretched so wide, his leg still over the man’s elbow and the other around his hips. Then Euan finally let go of his knee and laid it down, while simultaneously still licking and sucking on his neck. 

It was a bit of a relief for his legs and hips and he moaned in pleasure and relief at the tingles that went up and down his limbs. He curled it around Euans hips as well a moment later, pulling him close like that, locking his ankles behind his back as their groins still moved against each other. The aftershocks of their orgasms lingered through their movements. 

Their sweaty skin slid against each other, as the sound of his sloppy ass filled the room with loud squelching noises. He was sure his ears burned, but he couldn’t stop riding it out, just like Euan apparently couldn’t. The older man licked and bit his neck and shoulders. He still hadn’t stopped rocking against him and grunted low in his ears. Nathan could only take it with a moan of oversensitivity. 

It took a moment for the older man to stop his hips from continuously fucking into him. Instead his large body pressed Nathan into the sheets, covering him with his body in a surprisingly safe feeling way. Yet their combined bodyheat didn’t help against their sweating and cumstained bodies. Both were breathing heavily, but Nathan unsurprisingly enjoyed being pushed into the bed.

He could still feel his channel filled with the other man’s hot cock, as seed and hidden juices slowly dripped from his stuffed entrance due to the amount the older man had shot into him, as well as the continued movements his hips had been doing. 

Languid licks against the throat brought him slowly out of his pleasure induced haze, but not very far. It almost felt like Euan just couldn’t get enough from tasting him, until he realized that he was licking some of Nathan’s own cum away. He had been so out of it, he hadn’t even noticed how far some of it had landed. 

Their bodies were such a mess of sweat and cum. They would definitely need a shower, maybe an actual bath even, but instead Euan licked at him and rubbed against his head, his stubble rasping against his heated skin. He pressed their foreheads together and stared questioningly down at him. It made Nathan melt just a little bit more.

He nodded and Euan leaned down for a languid kiss, tongues fighting for a dominance that Nathan lost. He tasted himself on the other man’s tongue and groaned. What he also noticed was that the dick lodged inside him had yet to come out or deflate. It still felt like a solid stiff rod inside his used hole.

He broke the kiss on a whimper as hips started moving again and his prostate got abused right from the start. His body shivered in reaction, toes curled and his nails dug into the other man’s back.

This was going to be a long day.