The Obsidian test
The door groaned open with the sound of wet cartilage tearing, revealing a chamber that looked like the inside of a lung mid-collapse—walls of undulating gray matter, pulsing with slow, viscous contractions. The floor shimmered like oil on water, translucent enough that my first step sent ripples through it, revealing the abyss beneath. Then I saw *them*—two enormous, lidless eyes staring up through the membrane, unblinking, pupils dilated wide enough to swallow me whole.
My foot sank deeper than expected with my first step. Suddenly, my egg inside me *jolted*, vibrating hard against my prostate in a series of rapid-fire pulses that forced a wet gasp from my lips. Precum dribbled down my thigh before I could even process the sensation—my body reacting faster than my terror could catch up. The thing beneath the floor *shifted*, its massive form rolling just beneath the surface in perfect sync with the egg's contractions.
The moment my foot stilled, everything stopped—the egg inside me went slack, the creature beneath the floor froze mid-undulation, even the viscous air seemed to hold its breath. My own pulse thundered in my ears, too loud in the sudden stillness. Then the egg twitched—a slow, testing pulse—as if asking *why?*
I swallowed hard. The door on the far side gleamed like a wound in the pulsing flesh-wall, its edges weeping thin trails of something dark and syrupy. No choice. I lifted my right foot—
The second step was worse. The egg inside me *swelled*, pressing against tender places with deliberate, surgical precision. A choked noise escaped my throat—half gasp, half groan—as my hips jerked forward without permission. Precome smeared the floor beneath me, thick and glistening under the chamber’s pulsing light. Across the membrane, the creature’s pupil dilated wider, black swallowing crimson until I saw my own reflection in its depths: naked, trembling, *marked*.
I froze. So did it.
The third step shattered me. The egg inside pulsed *harder*, swelling against my prostate with such brutal precision that my knees nearly buckled. Precome dripped in thick, glistening strands onto the translucent floor—and beneath it, the creature’s massive form *rippled*, its obsidian flesh undulating in slow, syrupy waves that matched the egg’s rhythm perfectly. Its pupil dilated further, black swallowing crimson until only a thin ring of blood-red remained, fixated on the mess I was making above it.
I tried to still my trembling legs, but the egg answered the hesitation with a cruel *twist*, its surface suddenly textured with fine ridges that dragged against my inner walls. A broken noise tore from my throat as my hips jerked forward, my cock straining against the rings uselessly. The creature beneath the floor *rolled*, its body pressing up against the membrane in a way that made the entire chamber shudder. The egg vibrated faster in response, its movements sharper now—*hungrier*—and I realized with dawning horror that it wasn’t just reacting to the creature. It was *communing* with it.
The fourth step tore a whimper from my throat. The egg inside me *swelled*—no longer pulsing but *pushing*, its smooth surface now stretching my insides with a slow, relentless pressure. My knees trembled, thighs slick with sweat and precome, as I forced myself forward. Each movement sent fresh tremors through my abused body, the egg expanding with torturous precision until I could feel the stretch of my rim around its girth.
By the fifth step, the egg was the size of a clenched fist, its weight dragging low in my gut with every shift of my hips. My breath came in ragged hitches, my cock twitching pathetically against the rings still clamped around it. The creature beneath the membrane mirrored my distress—its massive pupil dilating further, the black swallowing the last remnants of crimson until only a thin, hungry ring remained.
One...more...step.
The egg *doubled* in size inside me with a sickening lurch—its vibrating surface now stretched to the size of a melon, pressing against my stomach from the inside. My hole gaped obscenely around its girth, the stretched rim twitching with involuntary spasms as its ridges scraped raw nerves I didn’t know I had. A wet, broken noise escaped my lips—half sob, half moan—as my knees buckled, my thighs trembling under the impossible weight of it.
The membrane beneath my feet trembled—not a ripple, but a seismic shudder, like the slow uncoiling of something primordial. The creature’s pupil dilated further, black swallowing even the thin red ring until there was nothing left but void. Then the floor *moved*.
The translucent surface beneath me bulged upward, distending like stretched rubber as the creature’s maw pressed against it from below.
The floor didn’t break—it *revealed*. The membrane stretched thin as a soap bubble, distending around the creature’s rising maw until every detail burned into my vision: the gullet’s ridged flesh, the needle-teeth lining its jaws, the undulating tongues split into barbed tendrils. My reflection warped across its saliva-slick surface, my face twisted in horrified fascination as the egg inside me pulsed in perfect sync with the creature’s slow, rhythmic swallows. The chamber’s humid air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of musk and something metallic, as the creature’s breath seeped through the membrane—warm, damp, *hungry*.
I tried to step back, but the egg *resisted*, swelling against my prostate with a vicious twist that sent me staggering forward instead. My palms slapped against the trembling floor, fingers sinking into the gelatinous surface just inches from the creature’s gaping maw. Its tongue lashed upward, the barbed tip pressing against the membrane directly beneath my asshole—close enough to make the clamped flesh twitch, far enough to leave me gasping. Precome dripped from my cock in thick, glistening strands, splattering onto the creature’s waiting tongues like an offering.
The creature's tongues lashed beneath the membrane, their barbed tips tracing lazy circles just below my exposed hole—so close I could feel the heat of them radiating through the thin barrier. My stomach clenched, the egg inside me pulsing in time with their movements, each ridge dragging against my oversensitive walls in a mockery of pleasure. I *knew* what they wanted. Knew what would happen if I let that membrane tear. The thought alone made my cock twitch against the rings, a fresh bead of precome welling at the tip.
*No.* I dug my fingers into the quivering floor, muscles trembling as I fought to push myself up. The egg swelled in retaliation, pressing hard against my prostate until my vision blurred at the edges. A whimper escaped my lips—half pain, half something far more damning. The creature’s tongues stilled. Waiting.
Muscles screamed as I fought to push myself up—every fiber straining against the egg’s impossible weight, the viscous floor sucking at my wrists like tar. My biceps trembled, veins standing rigid beneath sweat-slick skin, but my palms only sank deeper. The creature’s tongues flicked faster beneath the membrane, their barbed tips skating just below my twitching hole in taunting rhythm. I gritted my teeth until my jaw ached, focusing on the pain to drown out the egg’s relentless pulses against my prostate. *Not like this.* Not again.
One knee lifted—slow, shuddering—as I dragged my right foot beneath me. The moment my sole touched the floor, the egg *surged*, swelling against my stomach with a wet, visceral pressure that forced a ragged groan from my throat. Precome spattered the membrane beneath me, the droplets trembling in time with the creature’s eager panting breaths. Its tongues lashed upward, tips pressing so close I could feel the heat of them searing my stretched rim through the thinning barrier.
The position was obscene—hands planted flat on the trembling floor, knees bent wide, my asshole hovering mere inches above the membrane where the creature’s tongues lashed in anticipation. My muscles quivered with the effort of holding myself up, sweat dripping down my spine as the egg inside me swelled another fraction, its ridges dragging against my inner walls with torturous precision. Every breath came ragged, my cock twitching uselessly against the rings still clamped around it, precome dripping in thick strands onto the creature’s waiting maw below.
I forced myself forward, one trembling hand at a time, my hips swaying involuntarily as the egg shifted inside me. The creature mirrored my movement, its massive form sliding beneath the membrane like a shark circling prey. Its tongues flicked upward, barbed tips grazing the thin barrier just beneath my exposed hole—close enough to make my rim clench around the egg’s girth in a spasm of mingled dread and desire. A choked noise escaped my lips, half-groan, half-sob, as I dragged my knees forward another inch.
The egg pulsed in retaliation, swelling against my prostate with a wet, visceral pressure that sent fresh precome splattering onto the creature’s tongues. Their tips quivered, tasting the air as if savoring my weakness. I could feel its hunger through the membrane—a palpable, *physical* thing, like static raising the hairs on my neck. The chamber itself seemed to breathe around us, walls contracting in slow, syrupy waves that matched the rhythm of the egg’s relentless contractions inside me.
"Beg," the creature's voice slithered through the chamber, its tone honeyed and rotten all at once. The word vibrated against my skin like the hum of a plucked wire. My throat burned—raw from screams I couldn’t remember making—but I clenched my jaw until my molars ached. The egg inside me pulsed, its ridges scraping against my prostate in a cruel mimicry of pleasure. Precome dribbled down my thighs, hot and shameful.
"I won't," I snarled, the words tearing free like barbed wire. My muscles screamed as I dragged myself forward, fingers clawing at the pulsing floor. The escape door loomed ahead—a sliver of dull metal in the endless black, so close I could taste the rust on my tongue. Three inches. Maybe four. The creature’s laughter followed me, wet and guttural, as its tongues lashed beneath the membrane beneath my hips.
My fingertips grazed the rusted metal doorframe—just a brush, the lightest contact—when the first egg inside me *split*. A wet, visceral crack reverberated through my abdomen before the pain hit, white-hot and searing. I barely had time to scream before the second egg ruptured inside me, its jagged edges scraping against tender flesh as two became four. My stomach distended violently, skin stretching taut over the sudden swell of alien shapes writhing beneath. I looked down in horror at the grotesque undulations rippling across my abdomen, the outline of each egg pressing obscenely against my flesh like knuckles in a latex glove.
"*No—*" The word tore from my throat as I doubled over, hands clutching at my bloated stomach. The eggs shifted in response, rolling against each other with wet, squelching sounds that made my gorge rise. One pressed upward against my diaphragm, forcing a choked gasp from my lips; another wedged itself low in my pelvis, its ridged surface grinding against my prostate with torturous precision. My cock twitched pathetically despite the agony, precome dripping onto the quivering membrane beneath me where the creature's tongues lashed in eager anticipation.
The third duplication hit like a sledgehammer to the gut. My scream tore through the chamber, raw and guttural, as the eggs inside me *multiplied*—four became eight, eight became sixteen, each splitting with a wet, sickening *pop* that reverberated through my bones. My stomach distended grotesquely, skin stretching thin and shiny over the writhing mass beneath. I could *see* them moving, pressing against my flesh like trapped animals, their ridged surfaces scraping my insides with every shuddering breath.
My knees gave out. I collapsed forward, palms slapping against the membrane as my bloated belly pressed into the quivering surface. The creature’s tongues lashed beneath me, barbed tips tracing the outline of each egg through the thinning barrier. A fresh wave of agony ripped through me as one egg rotated sharply, its jagged edge grinding against my prostate. My cock jerked violently, spitting a thin strand of precome onto the creature’s waiting maw below.
"Please—" The word tore from my throat before I could stop it, raw and broken. My fingers clawed at the pulsing floor, the membrane stretching thinner beneath my bloated belly with every shallow, panicked breath. The eggs inside me writhed in response, their jagged edges sawing against tender flesh until fresh tears streaked my cheeks. "*Please.*"
"Say it," the creature purred, its voice oozing through the chamber like syrup. The membrane beneath my distended belly bulged obscenely with each of its breaths, its tongues flicking against the thinning barrier where my sweat-slick skin pressed tightest. "Say it like you *mean* it."
I choked on my own spit, the eggs inside me shifting with a wet, nauseating squelch. One jagged edge scraped against my bladder, sending hot agony lancing up my spine. My cock twitched pathetically against the rings, torn between pain and some sick parody of pleasure. The words burned in my throat—not from pride, but from the visceral certainty that once spoken, there would be no coming back.
"Please—" The words tore from my throat like wet parchment, ragged and ruined. "*Free me.*"
The creature didn’t hesitate. The membrane beneath me *rippled*—not like water, but like muscle clenching—before it *surged* upward in a single, violent motion. Its maw slammed against my stretched hole with the force of a hammer strike, needle-teeth sinking into the tender flesh of my rim with surgical precision. Pain lit up my spine like a live wire, white-hot and blinding.
The force of the creature's lunge drove me backward—my legs tilted skyward, the sudden shift making my engorged stomach lurch against my ribs. As my ass felt on the floor he sank in it. one moment I was falling, the next my ass was engulfed up to the thighs in quivering membrane, leaving my legs outside. My scream choked off as the creature's tongues on my asshole, barbed tips scraping it's rim in a way that sent sparks across my vision.
My palms slapped against the membrane floor, fingers sinking into its quivering surface as I tried to push myself up—but the creature's suction only intensified. Its gullet convulsed around my thighs, pulling deeper with each wet *glrk* that vibrated through my bones. The eggs inside me churned violently, their jagged edges scraping my intestines as the creature's tongues lashed against my stretched rim. One barbed tip found purchase—*twisting*—and the first egg *popped* free with a wet, obscene sound that made my stomach lurch.
The relief was instantaneous—a sharp, dizzying rush that left me gasping—before the second egg caught against my prostate on its way out. Pleasure-pain lanced up my spine, my cock twitching violently as precome spattered the floor. My vision whited out for a second, muscles locking in a rigid arch as the egg *squelched* free, trailing viscous fluid down the creature's gullet. I heard below me its throat muscles rippled greedily, undulating in slow waves that matched the chamber's pulsing rhythm.
The third egg dragged against my prostate with such excruciating precision that my orgasm hit like a blade—sudden, sharp, and white-hot. My scream shattered the chamber’s humid air as my cock convulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the creature’s pulsating membrane beneath me. The egg popped free with a wet *schluck*, its jagged edges scraping my rim raw on the way out. The creature’s gullet rippled greedily, swallowing it whole before its tongues lashed back to my gaping hole, barbed tips tracing the trembling edges with obscene reverence.
Another egg shifted inside me, rolling against my oversensitive walls as the creature’s suction intensified. My thighs trembled where they vanished into the membrane, muscles fluttering like a dying insect’s wings. I barely had time to gasp before the fourth egg *twisted* inside me—ridge catching my prostate dead-on—and my back arched violently as another orgasm tore through me. Cum spattered the floor in erratic spurts, each pulse milking the egg closer to the exit until it *plopped* free into the creature’s waiting throat.
The fifth egg came easier—my body lax with exhaustion, my hole stretched slick and loose around its girth. The creature’s tongues worked in tandem now, one barbed tip prodding the egg forward while another circled my rim, coaxing it wider with cruel precision. When it breached, the sensation wasn’t pain—just overwhelming *fullness*, a grotesque stretch that made my cock twitch against the rings still clamped around it. The creature swallowed audibly, its gullet convulsing around the egg in a way that sent vibrations shuddering up my spine. My climax this time was quieter—a broken whimper as my cock dribbled weakly, spent but still trying.
The sixth egg slid free with a wet, yielding sigh—my body too ruined to resist anymore. The creature's tongues worked in tandem now, one barbed tip nudging the egg forward while another lapped at my trembling rim, coaxing it wider with each slick pass. When it breached, the sensation wasn't pain, just a grotesque, hollow *emptiness* as my intestines spasmed around nothing. The egg plopped into the creature's gullet with a muffled *thunk*, and for a heartbeat, there was silence.
Then the seventh egg moved.
It rolled sluggishly inside me, its ridges catching on my oversensitive walls in a way that made my hips jerk involuntarily. The creature's tongues surged forward, barbed tips spearing into my gaping hole to hook around the egg's jagged edge. A whine crawled up my throat as they *pulled*—not sharp, but relentless—dragging the egg downward with agonizing precision. My rim stretched obscenely around its girth, the muscle fluttering helplessly as it surrendered another piece of my violated flesh.
By the eighth egg, my body had given up entirely. My hole gaped loose and slick around the creature's tongues, twitching only when an egg scraped against my prostate on its way out. The creature's gullet convulsed rhythmically now, swallowing each offering with a wet, satisfied sound that vibrated through my bones. My cock hung limp between my legs, the rings still clamped around its base, but nothing came out anymore—just a thin, clear fluid that dripped onto the quivering membrane beneath me.
The ninth egg didn’t wait—it *surged*, propelled by the creature’s sudden, violent suction. My body convulsed as it breached, my rim stretched so thin I could feel the egg’s ridges catch on my prolapsing flesh. The creature’s tongues worked in a frenzy now, barbed tips hooking into my hole and *pulling*, dragging my inner walls outward in glistening, pink loops. The sensation was beyond pain—a grotesque, full-body violation that left me shuddering like a gutted animal. My stomach visibly deflated with each wet *pop* of another egg expelled, the creature’s gullet swallowing them with wet, eager gulps.
Tenth. Eleventh. Twelfth. They came faster now, my body reduced to a shuddering conduit as the creature devoured me from the inside out. My rim pulsed around nothing but air and tongues, stretched wide enough to fit a fist, the edges of my hole flickering in and out of the creature’s maw like a grotesque tongue of its own. The suction hit a new peak—a wet, rhythmic *glrk-glrk-glrk* that vibrated through my pelvis—and the remaining eggs *surged* in response, tumbling over each other in their desperation to escape.
The final egg slid free with a wet, hollow sound—like a cork pulled from an empty bottle. My body sagged, spent and gaping, the sudden emptiness inside me more terrifying than the fullness had been. The creature’s tongues lingered for a moment, barbed tips tracing the shuddering edges of my ruined hole with something almost like reverence. Then, with a wet *schluck*, it detached.
The floor beneath me *moved*—not like liquid, but like muscle contracting. I barely had time to register the shift before two elongated, obsidian arms erupted through the membrane, slick and glistening with some viscous fluid. They wrapped around my ankles with the precision of a python coiling its prey, their grip impossibly cold against my sweat-slick skin. My breath hitched as they *pulled*, lifting my legs skyward with effortless strength until my knees brushed my own shoulders. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to my head, my vision swimming as my asshole gaped obscenely in the air—stretched, twitching, *exposed*.
The creature rose above me like a living eclipse, its obsidian form blotting out the chamber's crimson glow. Its maw gaped wider—far wider than any natural jaw should—stretching until its needle-lined circumference matched the size my whole ass cheeks. The comparison was grotesquely intimate; I could *feel* the humid puff of its breath against my twitching rim, each exhale making the stretched muscle flutter in involuntary response.
The creature's inner maw pulsed—a grotesque, living chamber of its own. Its walls glistened with thick, ropey saliva, each inch studded with shallow holes that dilated and contracted like starving starfish. Wet sucking sounds filled the air as those smaller mouths worked in unison, their pink edges fluttering obscenely around a central maw—a gaping pit, large enough to swallow my fist whole. From its depths, the tongues writhed like a nest of serpents, their barbed tips glistening with some viscous fluid that dripped onto my upturned thighs.
The outer ring of needle-teeth grazed my skin first—a thousand pinpricks of cold fire circling the widest part of my ass. Then the suction hit. It wasn’t like the slow, teasing pressure of the tongues earlier. This was *violence*—an instantaneous vacuum seal that yanked my entire lower body upward with a wet *thworp* , the impact sending a nauseating jolt through my gut as its maw engulfed me to the small of my back.
The moment the creature’s inner maw sealed around me, a thousand tiny mouths latched onto my flesh simultaneously—each one a perfect circle of needle-teeth and suction. My entire ass felt devoured, bitten by wet, puckered orifices that immediately began rhythmically suckling with alternating bites and pulls. that made my cock twitch pathetically against the creature’s face, still trapped in its rings.
The sensation hit like a branding iron—wet, invasive, *inescapable*. My prolapsed rim, stretched wide and twitching from the eggs’ passage, suddenly met the creature’s inner maw in a way that made my spine lock. It wasn’t just contact; it was *assimilation*. The ring of needle-teeth circlingering my rim sank in with surgical precision, each tiny puncture a spark of white-hot agony that blurred my vision. Then the suction came—not the slow, teasing pull from before, but a *gulp*, like a starving man swallowing his first bite.
The first pull was agony—sharp, cold, like a thousand needles drawing marrow from bone. Then the pleasure hit, a molten wave that turned my scream into a choked moan. My blood rushed outward in pulsing waves, syrupy and thick, as the creature's thousand tiny mouths drank greedily. Each suckling motion sent sparks arcing up my spine, pleasure-pain twisting together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. My cock twitched violently against the rings still clamped around its base, dribbling thin, wasted fluid onto the creature's glistening surface.
The first barbed tongue breached my ruined rim with obscene ease, its tapered tip slipping past my twitching muscle like a hot knife through butter. For a heartbeat, there was nothing—just the slick, suffocating heat of the creature's gullet wrapped around me—then the barbs *flared*.
Agony lit up my nervous system like a live wire, white-hot and all-consuming. Every ridge, every serrated edge scraped against my oversensitive walls as the tongues *twisted* inside me, corkscrewing deeper with predatory precision. My scream shattered into wet, choking gasps as it burrowed past my prostate, the barbs catching on tender flesh with every inch gained.
The first tongue reached my sigmoid colon with a wet, probing twist—its barbed tip catching on the delicate folds of intestinal tissue like a fishhook in silk. I felt every millimeter of its advance, a grotesque violation that stretched far beyond the physical. My body arched involuntarily, heels digging into the creature’s membranous shoulders as its suction never relented—those concentric rings of needle-teeth maintaining their vicious hold on my rim while smaller mouths pulsed rhythmically across my asscheeks. Each suckling motion left behind raised welts that throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.
The second tongue breached me with a wet, splitting sound—thicker than the first, its girth stretching my ruined rim obscenely wider. I felt every ridge, every barb catch on trembling flesh as it pushed in alongside its twin, their combined mass forcing a strangled scream from my throat. They moved in unison at first, a slick, synchronized undulation that filled me beyond capacity—then the rhythm changed.
The moment the rhythm changed, my body *broke*.
The twin tongues pulled back in unison—slow, torturous drags that scraped every barbed ridge against my prostate—only to *slam* forward again with enough force to lift my hips off the membrane floor. A scream tore from my throat, raw and shattered, as pleasure-pain lit up my spine like a lightning strike. My cock jerked violently against the rings still clamped around its base, a thin strand of precome spattering the creature’s glistening surface.
It didn’t stop.
The tongues moved in perfect, torturous syncopation—one retracting with agonizing slowness while the other drove deeper, barbed ridges catching on oversensitive flesh with each inch gained. Then they switched, reversing their rhythm just as the concentric rings of needle-teeth pulsed tighter around my rim. The alternating motion created a sickening push-pull inside me, my intestines stretching and recoiling like accordion folds around their invasive girth. The creature’s thousand smaller mouths followed suit, their suckling tempo escalating from teasing nips to voracious gulps that left my asscheeks mottled with raised welts.
I could *feel* the moment my body stopped resisting—not from acceptance, but from sheer physiological exhaustion. My sphincter, stretched wide around their combined thickness, twitched helplessly with each withdrawal, but no longer clenched. The tongues took advantage, their barbs flaring wider now that my inner walls offered no friction. They scissored inside me with wet, squelching sounds, their tapered tips probing deeper than anything had breached before. One barb caught my descending colon with a twist that sent white-hot sparks across my vision—my back arching violently as my cock jerked in its rings, dribbling thin, wasted fluid onto the creature’s glistening surface.
The thought struck me like a barbed tongue to the spine—sharp, sudden, and sickeningly obvious. As the creature's maw pulsed around my hips, its needle-teeth sinking deeper with each wet *glrk*, I realized the truth: I had never been meant to survive this. The chamber, the trials, the artifacts—none of it was designed for success. Only consumption.
My master’s final words echoed in my skull, their meaning now horrifyingly clear: *"Return with the artifact, or do not return at all."* He hadn’t said it as a challenge. It was a dismissal. A death sentence wrapped in ceremony. The artifact wasn’t something to be retrieved—it was *me*. My flesh, my suffering, my unraveling will. I was the offering.
The realization hit with the force of a collapsing lung—sharp, suffocating, inevitable. This wasn’t survival. This was consumption. The creature’s tongues pistoned deeper, barbed ridges scraping my prostate with each wet thrust, and my body *betrayed* me one final time. Orgasm ripped through me like a serrated blade—white-hot, jagged, *endless*—as cum spurted in weak, dribbling pulses from my trapped cock. The creature’s maw pulsed in response, its thousand needle-teeth sinking deeper as if drinking the very essence of my climax.
I felt myself unraveling at the edges, vision tunneling as my life force bled out between the creature’s teeth. Each suckling pull syphoned something deeper than blood—memories flickered at the periphery of my consciousness: my master’s smirk as he sent me here, the cold weight of the chamber’s door sealing behind me, the first excruciating bite of the artifacts. The creature’s rhythm stuttered, then intensified, as if it could taste my despair. Its tongues coiled tighter around my intestines, *milking* my spasming walls for every drop of fluid, every shuddering pulse.
The edges of my vision darkened like ink bleeding through parchment—each suckling pull from the creature's maw syphoning away another scrap of consciousness. There was a grim, almost peaceful certainty settling into my bones: this was the end. No more waking up in the void chamber with fresh tortures embedded in my flesh. No more pulsing eggs or needle-toothed gullets. Just this final, all-consuming embrace, and then... nothing. The thought coiled through my ruined body like a cool balm, dulling the agony into something distant, almost bearable.
My breath came in shallow, wet hitches—each exhale pressing my stretched rim tighter against the creature's concentric rings of teeth. The pain had long since blurred into white noise, replaced by a hollow, floating sensation as my blood drained into those countless tiny mouths. Even the relentless pistoning of its tongues inside me felt muffled now, as if my nerves had been scoured raw and could no longer transmit sensation. A detached part of me marveled at the efficiency of it all: the way my body had been reduced to little more than a vessel for extraction, every convulsion and twitch meticulously harvested.
The tenth orgasm hit like a collapsing star—a supernova of white-hot agony and pleasure that shattered my spine into a perfect arch. My cock pulsed violently between my legs, rings biting deep into the swollen flesh as ropes of cum spurted in erratic, wasted arcs. Each contraction of my gut forced another thick spurt from my ruined slit, the fluid splattering the creature’s glistening surface with wet, hollow sounds. My vision tunneled, darkness creeping in from the edges like ink bleeding through parchment, but the creature didn’t stop. Its tongues *twisted* inside me, barbed ridges scraping my prostate in relentless, corkscrewing motions that milked my climax beyond endurance.
...Continues in Chapter 5 - The last chance
