The slime is a warm, slick blanket adhering to my skin, coating every inch of me in its thick, fetid moisture. I flex my hips, grinding the slick residue into the cavern rock, and feel the glorious, deep throb of my blown-out asshole before my eyes even snap open. It is the satisfying, stretched-wide emptiness from the last brutal fucking, an ache that demands a fill. I roll onto my stomach, presenting my hole, wiggling my ass to maximize my exposure. I groan low a sound that rolls and ricochets off the wet, rock walls. Fuck, yes! Give me your massive cock and let it split me open. Slam it down my throat until I choke on your cum. Shove your thick meat into my puckered hole and watch me twitch under every brutal thrust. Fill my stomach with the slick musk of your load, then make me scream as you tear through every tight little space inside.
I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked. Now.
This cavern is the perfect stage for the nastiest, most sensual fuck of my life. The creature, a massive, heaving mountain of wet, thick tentacles, scanned me. It sees the desperation in my eyes, the hunger I’ve kept locked away for years now. It feels that need and manipulating them to amplifies my lust.
The ooze is a constant thrill, driving my thoughts and guiding my body toward the inevitable pleasure.
I embrace the submissive role. I feel the irresistible urge to get completely fucking, emptied, and filled. It's the perfect, and it always leaves me twitching, gasping, and crying out for the next unstoppable, brain-melting orgasm.
I spread my legs wide as if offering myself up to a god. I push my ass toward its bulk, begging for entry with every trembling breath. Please, let me be your property. Let me be the slut I dreamed of becoming during all my lonely nights.
The creature’s tentacles move like thick ropes of flesh, draping over my body and coating me in more slime than I can handle, lubricating every inch with its oozing goo.
The creature shifts, a mountain of meat and slime sloughing off its surface. It reaches a fleshy tentacle, running the ooze down, lubricating the whole surface of my body. The tentacle traces the line of my cock, coating my shaft in the aphrodisiac fluid, massaging my head. It nuzzles its maw close, the wet heat radiating onto my skin.
The creature’s mouth yawns above me, a gaping, fleshy maw. The internal tissues glisten and secrete, the folds of muscle pucker and twitch. It is eager to swallow me whole. I scramble toward the dark opening, eager to be taken. The massive lower jaw drops, and the powerful tongue scoops me up, tucking me against the soft, textured palate.
The creature bends its mass, the mouth sealing over me. I feel the powerful, immense muscles of its throat contracting around my body, massaging, squeezing with pleasure. I slide down a fleshy tunnel, hot, wet, and pulsing with the creature's massive core rhythm. I am completely engulfed, held in a chamber of pure, thick, yielding flesh. I wallow in the absolute darkness, the overwhelming warmth. This is not the stomach; it is a dedicated sexual cavity, a fleshy embrace slick with a thick, syrupy lust-fluid. The walls pucker, grip, and knead my body. A series of soft, suctioning valves snaps shut behind me, trapping me in the wet, dense cavity. I rub my hardening cock against the pulsing inner lining, seeking friction, driving myself into the creature’s own internal muscle. A deep, silent shudder runs through my core as the internal flesh milks me, pulling a thick, needy discharge from my tip. I moan out, the sound absorbed instantly by the dense, wet tissue surrounding me. I hump the inside of the beast, driving my hips into the soft, receiving walls. I surrender every atom of my being to the sensation of being completely consumed and held. I feel the massive muscle of its life churning and pulsing around me, feeding my head with the chemical height. The walls vibrate at a high frequency, sending shivers of pure, exquisite sensation through my spine. I rock in the creature's wet, dark, perfect hold. Another internal valve opens, releasing a hot, saline wash that cleanses and soothes my skin, only to be followed by another layer of thick, binding slime. I kick my legs, finding purchase on a ribbed section of the wall, and thrust my pelvis deep into the pulsing core, demanding a greater reaction from the surrounding flesh.
Then, a powerful muscle, thick as my own torso, wraps around me, cinches tight, and pushes me back out. I slide free, gasping from overwhelming arousal, soaked in the creature's internal fluids, lubricated, and satiated.
God yes, take full use of my gaping fuckhole like it was made for filthy acts like this. Slime-fucking me so goddamn full I will pop. Pound my prostate until the cum spurts free and splashes in long ribbons of ecstasy.
The creature spins me gently with a tentacle, spreading my legs. Two smaller appendages pinning my arms and shoulders to the cavern floor, anchoring me for the main event. Another tentacle wraps around and lifts and squeezes my balls with a deliberate, rhythmic pressure that sends, pleasurable ache.
Two separate, thick, slick dicks, one primary and one secondary align themselves with my anal rose. The primary cock, stretching the entrance wide, and slams home. Immediately following, the secondary dick forces its way in alongside the first, shattering the limits and creating an impossible fullness. It rears back and cleaves through me, driving deep, stretching me impossibly wide. The tongue plunges back into my mouth, meeting the double penetration's rhythm with its own deep, insistent pumping. I cry out, a sound of pure release, my own muscle contracting and seizing around him. The motion lifts my body off the floor. I feel them grinding and working against each other inside me, crashing my prostate from two different angles. I shake and seize with the triple, the ultimate fuck.
The anal halts. A deep, internal bloating begins. I feel the substance spurting deep from the primary cock, a slow, continuous engorging of my colon up to my stomach. It is brown, chunky, nasty, loathsome fucking matter, but every cell in my gut drinks it up. It presses and distends me, cramming every internal space. The creature rubs its outer flesh against my distended belly, massaging the fullness. I feel the highly addictive filth leeching into my system, saturating me with its low, chemical hum. I hold the substance, clamping and clinching my sphincter around the warm, thick shit. The secondary cock vibrates intensely as it withdraws, pulling a long, slick rope of discharge with it.
Fuck me, split me apart with pleasure. Ruin me good and raw for any other dick but yours. Make this hole your favorite sloppy flesh-light to fill with seed and rut like a beast possessed.
I cry out through sheer pressure. The creature rumbles, a deep, powerful sound of satisfaction. My body, soaked in its own sweat and its repulsive discharge, starts to tremble, shiver, and seize.
I am already begging. I need more. Swallow me whole. Squeeze me hard. Fuck me with your muscular tentacles until I can feel your heart slam against my asshole. Give me that repulsive, glorious fucking shit.
I was born to kneel before a cock like yours. A fuck toy made of needy holes and desperate whimpers, my body twitches at every filthy dirty touch.
Come for me again, you beautiful bastard. Do it now. Do it again! Fill me up! Take me back inside! I belong in your filth!
