"Ah...! Ah, stop...! No...! I was wrong...! I was wrong! Please..."
Jeremy begs desperately. But despite his pleas, the thing wriggling around his ass continues to find its way into his twitching assh0le.
He doesn't need to be beaten or verbally abused to know that Asterios is displeased with him; begging for pleasure or acknowledging it is the last thing he wants to do, but begging to be spared and saying he did wrong comes so easily. The middle-aged man, his face raw, staggers in panic as the wriggling thing inside tries to poke and prod at the entrance to his womb.
"..."
Asterios makes no reply, only continues to offer Jeremy pleasure in the form he hates most. This human had dared not answer, even though Asterios had clearly given him several chances to tell what he wants---which can only mean that this human doesn't care how he is treated in the end.
"Do you realize you did something wrong?"
It feels so good to see Jeremy begging for his life. Such an easy surrender. Asterios can stop the punishment now, but he won't. Because this is how you break a man. Breaking beings, breaking souls, is Asterios' specialty, especially against the Thelmas. Although he has no intention of doing worse to this weak, fickle being; Jeremy is too weak for that.
"Mmngh, heukkh... Ah, haah...! Nnghh...!"
Asterios does like the way Jeremy looks, though, with his milk-producing breasts, plump and glistening, wrapped in his hands. With his bulging belly, his hole stuffed by a jet-black tentacle...
Asterios eagerly read Jeremy's mind.
Now there are no lingering memories of the ferocious-looking creature known as Max. Jeremy Rogers can think of nothing but the tentacle churning in his stomach.
"Ugh...ugh... I did it wrong... Haah, ahh!"
With tears streaming down his face, Jeremy tries to pull out what is inside him as the creature plays and taunts his body. He tries to close his legs, but it only increases the pressure on his abdomen, forcing him to spread them.
He sticks his fingers into his assh0le and tries to pull the wriggling thing out, but to no avail. Instead, it just goes deeper and deeper into his body, sucking on his sensitive parts, causing him to arch his back and moan.
Jeremy's hard, erect penis feels insignificant. As if that's not bad enough, there's a disgusting leech-like thing clinging to the tip of his dripping c0ck.
Jeremy whimpers and clutches his lower abdomen. Just below the barcode where the womb nestles, he feels a dull pain from earlier, followed by a subtle pleasure.
"Hhnngh, ahh, please come, let me come, ahhhhhh...!"
Eventually he gets as low as he was when he first met the black monster. Half covered in slime, Jeremy sobs and pleads with the jackal.
Now that he thinks about it, Jeremy is used to letting go of his pride. Even in his fights with Max, he was always the first to surrender, no matter who was in the wrong. Looking back, Jeremy doesn't know if he was destined for this from the moment he begged the Jackal for his life.
At first, Jeremy wanted him to stop doing this horrible thing, because the slimy leeches crawling up his body were disgusting, and the thought of them stinging his backside made him want to vomit. But the longer those things ravage his insides, the more his body craves the intense stimulation that is just around the corner. Jeremy is horrified that he is missing his own orgasm, but he also realizes that he is too far gone to deny it any longer.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...! I'll tell you the truth, please, just like before..."
"..."
The masses hanging from the human's two large, plump chests sway gently with each breath he inhales and exhales. Asterios stops writhing and probes Jeremy's mind.
'Fvck me... Stop teasing me...'
"Looks like you finally decided to tell the truth..."
Having read the human's honest thoughts, the Authority withdraws his anger. Jeremy's mind is clear now. He looks only at Asterios, hoping for mercy. And Asterios likes that. He likes that the human can't think of anything else but him. Only him.
"How good it feels to be honest."
A black hand reaches out and gently caresses the human's cheek, as if absorbing the light around it from the darkness. Jeremy shudders as the cold hand touches his face. But he doesn't dare utter a word of protest, nor does he try to escape; he simply accepts the caress of the overbearing being.
With a hiss, the black swamp gathers around the jackal's form again. In front of the man crouching on the sand, the jackal bends down to meet him eye to eye.
"..."
The face of a middle-aged man is reflected in the burning yellow eyes. Asterios stares wordlessly at his offering, then places his body on top of the hot one.
"Now say out loud what you want me to do," he commands in an authoritative voice.
"...Unnghhh, please."
"Is that it?"
"Hic...with your c0ck...not the weird stuff. Inside...please..."
"Yes, how nice to be honest."
"..."
The human lowers his eyes. Then he feels the monster's hand on his groin. A damp snout tickles his neck, followed by the feeling of something heavy against his gaping, twitching assh0le.
Jeremy doesn't want to be reminded that he's having s*x with a monster in the place where he and Max used to live; right now he just wants the intense pleasure to drown out the waves of nostalgia.