Just as his mind teetered on the edge of surrender, he felt something else press against his ass. This was no thin, probing tendril. It felt like a blunt fist, thick and heavy, pushing insistently against his already lubricated hole.
'No… no, not that big! It'll split me open!' He tried to clench, to resist, but the mimic's tongue was still expertly sucking his cock, scattering his focus. 'If it… enters me now…'
His unspoken plea was answered by a powerful, unyielding thrust. A huge tongue penetrated him deeply, stretching him extremely wide.
"HNNRG!!! YES! YES!" Emerick screamed, his eyes rolling back as tears and saliva streamed down his face.
The invasion was overwhelming, filling him completely, hitting spots he didn't know existed.
The rhythmic sounds of deep penetration echoed in the cramped cell. The tongue in his ass pumped vigorously, perfectly timed with the suckling petals on his dick.
Emerick's entire body trembled, trapped between the two strong sensations. His pitiful penis leaked constantly, ass clenching helplessly around the thick intruder.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" he chanted mindlessly, his will crumbling into blissful submission.
The mimic seemed to sense Emerick's breaking point, or perhaps it simply craved more of his responses.
Whichever the reason, it redoubled its efforts.
The thick tongue pistoning into his ass sped up, becoming a relentless, brutal pounding that lifted his feet off the ground with each deep thrust.
Emerick's cries devolved into incoherent gasps and whines whilst his entire body shook uncontrollably, suspended between ecstasy and the sting of overstretching.
"Aahh! Too deep! Too f-fast! It's… oh fuck… it's rearranging my guts!" He tried to grip the slippery tongue, but his fingers merely slid off the slick, muscular flesh.
Meanwhile, the suction on his dick increased a hundredfold. The 'petals' tightened, becoming an almost crushing pressure and the main tongue inside massaged his sensitive head with impossible dexterity.
"NNGH! Too sensitive! Stop… no, don't stop! Fuck!" Emerick was reduced to a trembling, moaning mess, his penis pulsing wildly, his balls aching with the need to release, held tantalizingly on the edge.
Suddenly, the mimic's entire body tensed. The wooden chest vibrated. A deep, guttural sound, like a groan filtered through waterlogged timbers, emanated from within it.
Deep inside Emerick's bowels, he felt the penetrating tongue swell, its texture becoming coarse, almost ridged.
Then it erupted.
Thick, hot jets of cum exploded directly into his colon.
"HNGGGAAAHHH!!" Emerick screamed, his back arching violently. The sensation was beyond description, a white-hot rush of pressure and heat instantly filled him completely.
The mimic didn't stop. It continued to thrust and pump, filling him with an impossible amount.
Emerick felt his stomach bulge out, his abdomen stretching, the cum leaking out around the thick tongue in thick, pearly rivers.
"Too much! St-stop! Can't hold it!" he gasped, his face contorted in overwhelmed bliss.
Simultaneously, the petals around his schlong pulsed once, hard. A jolt of pure electricity shot through him, triggering his own orgasm.
His small shaft twitched violently, spurting rope after rope of semen. But the mimic swallowed it all instantly, sucking him dry before he could even see it.
Emerick gasped and choked, his body still shuddering from his forced climax, when he felt a new, disturbing movement inside. The immense pressure in his colon suddenly shifted.
The thick tongue, slick and coated with the copious cum it had just deposited, was pushing forward.
Not deeper into his bowels, but upward, navigating the cum-filled paths of his intestines at terrifying ease.
"No… no way! That's… impossible!" he wheezed, his eyes bulging wide in horrified realization. "It's… climbing up! Through my guts!"
His skin turned a sickly, ashen grey. The sheer wrongness of it was like ice injected directly into his spine. He could feel it – the thick, muscular tube slithering through his organs, pressing against the walls of his stomach.
"Bleh!" He gagged violently, retching against the pressure building in his throat. His hands scrabbled uselessly against the chest lid. "Fuck off! Not my stomach! Not… uggh!"
His stomach gave a violent, involuntary spasm. The tongue surged upwards through his cum-soaked innards, bursting through the wall of his stomach with a wet pop. It slid easily through his digestive tract, its path lubricated by the mimic's own ejaculation.
He felt it push up into his esophagus. It was thick, impossibly wide, stretching his throat as it ascended. He couldn't breathe, could barely think beyond the sheer terror. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his jaw stretched to breaking point.
With a final, wet surge, the tongue erupted from his gaping mouth. Thirty centimeters of thick, slick, reddish-purple muscle, glistening with digestive fluids and cum, exploded into the air before him. It arched back, dripping foul fluids, its blunt tip pointed directly at his shocked, gagging face.
The tip quivered, tasting the air, before opening slightly, revealing a small, pulsing orifice within.
Emerick stared at it, unable to scream, unable to move. His entire digestive system felt violated, stretched beyond comprehension. He tasted stomach acid, bile, and the acrid tang of cum on his tongue.
Responding to his helpless horror, the mimic's entire body shuddered. A low, resonant groan vibrated through the chest again. The tongue retracted slightly, drawing back down his esophagus.
Like a piston firing, it shot back up with incredible speed and force, punched through his esophagus and exploded out of his mouth with another wet SPLURT, but this time, it wasn't alone.
A thick torrent of white, ropy cum gushed from the tip, splattering Emerick directly in the face. The viscous fluid coated his eyes, nose, and open mouth. He choked, sputtering, inhaling the foul stuff while it poured down his chin and neck, matting his hair.
"Mmmfff! Blrgh! Nnnghh!!"
The tongue spurted again and again, coating him in hot, sticky semen from his own throat. Drenching him utterly in white, inside and out.
-
-
-
-
[Anal penetrated, all the way through a male elf + 150 LP]
The notification flashed prominently in Lyssandra's peripheral vision. Her brows lifted in mild surprise. 'Oh? An unexpected boon.'
A smile spread across her lips and the implication sank in. 'The elf… Emerick, was it? He must be having a truly enlightening experience with my little mimic experiment. Pity I missed the live show.'
She briefly imagined herself trapped in the chest, her long legs splayed, her voluptuous curves coated in slick fluids, the thick tongue exploring her most intimate depths. A shudder of dark excitement ran through her. 'Perhaps I'll have to test it myself… thoroughly later.' She licked her lips unconsciously.
Shaking off the distracting fantasy, she reviewed the day's progress on her main interface. It had been just over 24 hours since she unleashed her forces to pursue Hanry and Miriel.
The log was a satisfying cascade of notifications:
[Penetrated a Bloom Mother +1 LP] x 64 [Penetrated a female catfolk +75 LP], etc…
The numbers were climbing nicely. She hadn't issued a kill order yet but merely wear them down, playing the game cat and mouse. The dungeon creatures were proving adept at harassment and attrition.
'Excellent,' Lyssandra thought, watching the LP total rise. 'No need to rush spending them. Past experiences have shown unforeseen costs.' She thought about the huge LP when she'd bought skills or things inside the system shop. 'Better to save for something truly transformative.'
Rolfe was subdued and captured, but one for later exploitation. He was secure in a reinforced cell, unconscious and restrained. 'He'll make a fine addition,' she mused. 'Or a potent bargaining chip. That bear's pride is almost as big as his axe.'
Lyssandra settled onto the ornate chaise longue in the blooming garden, sipping her tea. The artificial warm sun felt glorious on her skin. The garden was truly her sanctuary – a paradise of vibrant flowers and soft grass, meticulously maintained by her ever-growing harem of maids.
Lyssandra wore only a thin, sheer robe, open at the front, revealing her magnificent, heavy breasts, hard nipples, and the swollen curve of her belly where her unborn child rested. Below that, her vein-ridden cock stood proud, glistening and fully erect, casting a shadow over the lush lawn.
Around her, maidens in provocative outfits watered the flowers, trimmed the bushes, and offered trays of fruit and delicate sweets, their movements inherently seductive.
She smiled, watching a particularly shapely maid bend over to pluck a flower, her thong disappearing entirely between her round cheeks. 'Such dedicated servants. And such a lovely view.'
Today's 'urgent matter' was already in progress. Between her spread thighs stood one of her many futanari goblin daughters.
This one was a vision of youthful green perfection, she looked around sixteen years old, though she had been born only a week ago.
Slender, with budding breasts pushing against her simple work tunic, and a shaft that was easily a third the size of Lyssandra's own, thick and hard, leaking precum.
The goblin's own virgin cunt was currently stretched impossibly wide, impaled completely on her mother's colossal pole.