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The cold fresh air that filled Cahno's lungs was all he needed. A few days of solitude, of distance from the bustling of the city, were the cure to any and every ailment. That was all the inspiration he needed to jump on his truck and run away for the weekend, away from work and people. To be left alone with his thoughts, surrounded by nothing but the green pasture spreading all around him, the tall trees and occasional mountains in the distance- That was all he needed.

He lay on the ground, outside from his tent, staring at the night sky. The stars shone brighter in the forest than they ever could in the city. Well above them, the full moon returned his gaze, shining like a second sun. It was practically a cutout against the darkness around it. The gray wolf almost fell victim to his most ancient instincts, telling him to stand up, to howl at that glorious monument. His shirt was open, and his muscular frame pushed against the fabric, a hand resting on the soft fur over his plump pecs; he could feel his own voice, rumbling in his chest, ready to push out. Loud, manly, rough, beastly...

His hand wandered down, perhaps guided by the moon, perhaps victim to its owner's deeper whims. Cahno couldn't care less as his own fingers slowly trailed long lines across his fur, rubbing down his chest and torso, playing with his stomach. He pressed until he found the abs hiding underneath, testament to his strength and effort. A rumble escaped him; a delicate sound, almost like a vibration, threatening to become the same howl he was trying to keep down. A chuckle escaped him instead.

His fingers reached and unzipped, the sound echoing in his ears like music, making him tremble in anticipation. He never bothered with underwear, knowing no piece of cloth could ever contain the thick, throbbing beast in his pants. Before it had the chance of jumping out, he caught it in his hands, already dedicating slow strokes to it, watching that pearly white bead of pre push out of his urethra. The thick member was already fully erect, knot throbbing furiously. He took pride in it being larger than any other he had ever seen, and the burning red made him shiver. Every stroke pushed yet another slow trail of pre out of him, and he found himself enthralled, watching each drop roll down his length and falling atop his bulbous knot.

What got him like this? He had heard stories about how the moon sent other canines into a frenzy like this, and he had felt a rush before when seeing the satellite up in the sky. This wasn't any news to him, like he was sure it wasn't to any of his species. But tonight, he could feel something else, something not entirely different making his blood boil. The outdoor would be his first guess. The great beyond, the loneliness, the return to raw nature, caused him more reactions than he could ever dream of. It made the power of the moon, that distant mistress, all that more powerful. He felt it, burning his body with increasing arousal, making his brain go hazy from the multitude of sensations it was assaulted with. And the ones it craved.

Cahno gave his knot a squeeze and the howl escaped him, drifting into the night and turning into a deep moan. He didn't remember being this sensitive, but he was falling in love with it. Inside his pants, tuckered between two plump cheeks and sheepishly covered by his bushy tail, he felt his hole contract: It wished for a knot as thick as his own to push in, to pierce his defenses and fill him up. Just as much as he wished an ass as tight as his own to destroy. He was a mix of emotions, of desires, ready to burst any second.

He had no idea when he started stroking, but the more he thought of his own body, the more erratic it became. One second he would do it slowly, extending the experience for as long as his manhood could take it, squeezing his knot again and shivering in excitement. The next he would punish that meat, holding it tight and fucking his own hand as fast as his strong hips allowed him, arching his back until his chest pushed out of his shirt. And he went from one extreme to the other, constantly mixing it up, pushing himself to the edge only to pull back at the very last second. He expertly tortured himself, snarling at the pleasure he kept away with his own hand, loving every second of it.

And he stopped. He stopped because the moon, out of nowhere, vanished behind the clouds until the clearing he was sank in complete darkness. He stopped because the same instinct that made him gaze and admire the full moon told him that he had to scurry back to his tent, zip it up and wait the night. And in his beastly, unreasonable arousal, he followed that instinct, rushing inside and closing behind him, convinced of a childish belief that the fabric all around him would keep him safe from whatever lurked in the darkness outside.

Hands wandered around aimlessly, desperately, until he came across the lantern. He couldn't turn it on faster, and the tent was filled with warm light. He had managed to escape the shadows but knew that he was now a beacon in the night for them. He could barely think as it was, drowned in fear. His breathing refused to regulate on its own, so he took a couple deep ones, slowly, chest pushing out again while he tried to relax. His heartbeat calmed down, and his back loosened. Suddenly, his body lost all energy, and he unceremoniously fell on the ground, a deep sigh leaving him soon after.

It was embarrassing, really. Here he was, a grown adult, an example of masculinity, scared shitless of the dark. It was only the moon covered by passing clouds, he told himself again, nothing more. He was a reasonable man, not a beast guided by instincts; as fun as they were for a quick jack off session outside, he couldn't just fear small things like some mindless animal. It was so ridiculous, it got another chuckle out of him, along with a quick few strokes on his still hard member.

But he couldn't relax. Somewhere in the back of his head he kept asking himself what that thing was... Because he was sure he felt something outside. Something lurking in the dark, outside of his tent, waiting for him to lower his guard. In such a state, the strokes didn't have the same impact as they did on the moonlight-

"The moon..." he whispered. He couldn't hold the question back in his throat any longer. Not when it was right in front of him, in the darkened skies outside of his tent.

Where was the moon?

It was behind some passing clouds, he told himself. But how long had it been by now? Several minutes and the moon's light hadn't shone back on the clearing yet. No cloud was that uniform, that big... right? In the first place, he hadn't seen any clouds cover the satellite; he just sank into the darkness out of nowhere while trying to jerk off. What if...

There it was again. He only felt it for a second, but his body reacted, again by instinct. His ears flattened, his fur stood on edge, his tail reached across his legs, covering his hole and junk in surrender. He curled up in the middle of the tent, shivering, trying to cover as much as he could with his limbs and clothes. Reason slowly abandoned his thoughts and he gave into the senseless emotions that slowly filled up his head.

It was lurking out there. It was crawling and slithering across the ground. It wasn't just a feeling anymore. He could hear the shuffling of the grass outside, the rustling of the leaves. He felt the heavy footsteps as if it stood on his skin and sensed the thud on the soft soil with his entire body. But they weren't feet; he could tell this... thing had no limbs to speak of. In his head, he saw it, he saw... something. Something that made him shut off right away. But it had its own ways to snake back into his mind.

He saw the shadows outside the tent. He saw long vines rise and fall, and shapes he had no words to describe. Things that made him close his eyes yet open them at the same time. He saw something well beyond everything he knew, and he saw it getting closer to his entrance. All he could do was shut his eyes tight at the sinking realization that a small tent like this wouldn't keep him safe from anything.

"Hey there," a deep voice said. Deeper than anything he had ever heard before. Deep, so deep, it was like the abyss itself spoke. And he still refused to open his eyes, until strong fingers softly pulled him by the chin. All he knew was that he was facing up, and then a pair of lips pressed against his snout. A tongue pushed inside his mouth, breaking every defense he had with incredible ease, and the moan was pushed out of his throat against his will. When the kiss broke, he could feel his member standing proud, pushed against a furry belly, packed with enough muscle to put him to shame. The same deep voice spoke in his ear. "There's nothing for you to worry about, my dear."

There was no way anything even remotely natural could sound like that. Cahno knew he was dealing with something beyond his own world. But that same otherworldly quality that made him shiver was the same thing that soothed and charmed him. That edge in this dark voice that somehow made him grow aroused. Against the instincts that had tried their best to keep him safe through the night, he opened his eyes. Something he would forever regret.

Leaning in front of him was a tall, muscular man, body covered in the blackest fur the wolf had ever seen. Long, sharp claws extended from his fingers, but the back of his hands showed a different coloration, being as stark white as the missing moon. And it extended well beyond, going up his shoulders and no doubt across his back. It melded perfectly on top of his head, reaching all the way to the tip of his elongated snout.

He was a honey badger... A honey badger, of all things! A honey badger. A badger. Yes a badger, a badger! Right in front of him! Black, white and red- Memories flooded Cahno as his eyes landed on the creature in front of him, on top of him, threatening him, owning him. Pain. All pain. Showers of red, screams, his whole world sinking into madness. They fell, they all fell. All around him. He wanted to fall too, why didn't he fall, he wanted to fall, let me fall, no more, the pain, the pain wasbackitwasbackwhystopnopleasedont

"Yes... Just like that," again with that impossibly deep voice. That voice that made you look towards its owner, that demanded your attention, and that yet pushed the wolf deeper into his trance rather than pull him out. A familiar hand caressed his cheek, in a much familiar way, one that he remembered from those days. His body froze in place, eyes wide and staring back at the creature's own orbs. They were black, darker even than the rest of his fur, than the night sky outside; darker than even his most horrible dreams could show him. And his voice, that silky deep horror that was his voice, came out again. "You gave me this form, you know? With your fears. Mortal fear is such a delicious treat, and with such an endless supply. And yours, sweet puppy, is quite delectable."

Cahno wanted to scream. To push this creature and run away. Or to try and anger it into ending him. Even the sweet release would be preferable to this paralyzing terror. But he couldn't even lift a finger. There was something in those eyes that terrified him, but that kept him quiet at the same time. He wasn't paralyzed with fear; he was relaxed into submission. That was what scared him the most.

"What am I, you wonder?" the badger kept talking, as if he loved the sound of his own voice. Or as if he could tell the wolf was starting to. "Think of me as the kind of thing you mortals give cult to. Of course, you're all doing it wrong, but what did you expect. I'm just a curious little thing, interested in some of your simpler pleasures, into these, um... How do you call them...? Sins! Right," he leaned down and gave the frozen wolf another deep kiss. "I'm so sorry, pup. This body is fairly new for me. It might take me a while to grasp certain things.

"I want to fuck you, little man. It's as simple as that. I'm honestly curious about all of these things you mortals are so willing and capable to kill for. Sex in particular... Why, it drives your entire society! Everything is done for the sake of reproduction. But even between males or females, when it should be impossible, you keep going for it. I wonder why that is. What is it about sex that keeps driving you all back into it? And why are greater beings such as myself denied of it? Aren't you curious as well?"

His body relaxed, even though his mind was reeling back from the creature's words. He was still weighing his options, still thinking about how he could try and run away, perhaps outsmart what seemed to be little more than a horny demon. But he didn't. He couldn't deny the furious throbbing that had returned to his member, the painful hardness it stood with. The fear, much like the fear of being discovered whenever he jerked off on the subway, or the fear of being heard moaning in the bathrooms... That edge increased his arousal and clouded his judgment, or maybe it was the badger himself who played tricks with his mind.

Either way, as much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to stay. He wanted his body to experience the night with this monstrous being as much as possible, and he wanted to relish in it. Fear and desire melded into one.

"Well then," the badger rose and Cahno's eyes shamefully went down to his crotch as soon as he did.

Where he expected a throbbing member to rise, he only saw a bubbling, murky substance dripping off. It was like tar, and it moved constantly between the creature's legs. A few bubbles popped and rose, emanating hot air as the fluid turned into a geyser and dripped into a distinctly cylindrical shape. The wolf watched as it molded itself, elongating, thickening... And his own mouth watered just as much as the growing erection did, dripping with the black fluid. It solidified, and Cahno took a sharp breath at its sheer size. What he expected to be only an inch bigger than his own, at best, was at least as big as his entire forearm. And just as thick, he was willing to bet. And he couldn't believe the hunger that bubbled inside him.

"Don't you want to worship a god's cock?" that deep, dark voice said in a cocky tone. One that made the wolf shiver.

"N-No..." he managed to say with what little willpower he retained, but the badger's hand on his head said otherwise.

With no other choice left, Cahno leaned forward, snout wide open. With such a size, it took no time for him to reach, and the tip of the badger's newly made length entered his mouth easily. It was bitter, with a distinct flavor he couldn't quite identify, like an herb from a different world. But it was calming, and his body went limp from the flavor alone. Eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went forward, taking inch after inch of that divine meat, until he felt his throat closing around it. Air started to cut out, and he tried to pull out. But that hand kept him in place.

"Ahhh... Quite intriguing," the badger said, his voice only slightly shaky. But Cahno couldn't hear much anymore as the hand pushed him further down the monstrous length. His throat filled up with the creature's cock, and his eyes widened again as it pushed further inside his mouth. All that reached his ears were moans and stray words. "You mortals... have kept these... these sensitivities- Ah! What an experience...! No wonder you... k-keep coming back... to it..."

The words stopped and the length shoved faster. The wolf gagged and coughed around it, but the creature wouldn't budge. All he could do was taste the powerful essence, take the overwhelming aroma of his arousal and try to drown himself in it. All the way down to that final moment, when his mouth met with the base of the badger's crotch and he was sure he could feel the tip of his cock in his chest. He dared to look up, and saw the creature's eyes closed, his mouth open in bliss and the muscles behind him bubbling just like his crotch had mere moments ago.

"So hard..." he said, his voice breaking into multiple layers. His many voices, all of them saying the same, all of them differently. The bubbling stopped and the badger's eyes opened soon after. "I can barely keep this form. To think mortals have such secrets. Oh?" he gave the wolf one curious glance, as if only now remembering his existence, with a grin on his face. "That's right, you need air, don't you? You want your god to give you some air?"

He didn't hesitate. He nodded as much as the cock in his mouth allowed him. And as he did, the monster rod was pulled out with the same pace it was pushed in. Relief washed over him as his airway was emptied, intact if a bit stretched. Air once again filled his lungs in small intakes, permeated with the entity's intense musk, but he was in no place to complain. He was only relieved he could breath again.

But as he did, a similar sensation of emptiness also washed over him. Every inch of that thick member that left his mouth was a bit of meat he missed having inside him. His own boner was shaking like mad, oozing so much pre it was starting to puddle under his balls. He wanted this new master to use him, to destroy his mouth and his body. He wanted to run and to stay, all at once. His thoughts contradicted himself, his horror and arousal fighting one another as they mixed, wrestling as if the two were also making love in his head.

But he had no more time to think. When only the tip remained in his mouth, the badger surprised him by pushing back inside. He was faster, stronger, and Cahno's throat took him in with hunger and need that his mind couldn't recognize. His body betrayed him, desiring the monster in front of him. And said monster answered to his feelings by picking up on speed, cock driving into his mouth over and over, each thrust faster than the last. In no time, his balls, massive and full, were slamming hard against the wolf's chin.

"M-Marvelous..." the deep voice shakily reached his ears, and he whimpered, both in fear of the cock breaking his throat and approval of his master being pleased with his performance. "Yes, marvelous! Fuck yeah, take my seed!" his voice grew erratic again, but his words couldn't be clearer.

His second hand also held Cahno's head in place, his ears squeezed and pulled by the thumbs and indexes. The badger's hips bucked forward again, each thrust faster, harder. His balls smacked the wolf's chin each time and it pushed a fountain of pre out of his member, flooding his victim's snout. It dripped down his mouth and fell on his body, matting the gray fur and coating his chest. What he managed to swallow had the same strong, bitter taste as the cock itself, but it was addictive. He wanted more, and he sucked harder to get more. He was only his master's personal cock sleeve, and he wanted to perform the duty that had been given to him.

One last thrust. One more, and the badger's moans turned into an otherworldly howl, like a single letter being screamed by a giant chorus. Cahno felt his manhood throb only once, the only warning he received before the massive stream of eldritch cum shot straight into his throat, filling his stomach in a matter of seconds. It was a powerful blast followed by another, hitting his belly straight up and warming him from the inside. He didn't need to swallow with it being shot so deep inside him.

The creature couldn't keep its form and the thick arms that kept the wolf's head in place vanished. Out of instinct, he took the chance and pulled out, looking for air. But he only took one good breath in before the blast of cum hit him on the face and chest. He reached for the length instead, giving it a few more strokes to get more of his master's seed out of him, his mouth open to try and catch some more, to relish in that powerful flavor again. Just one more time would be enough.

But it stopped. It was sudden, but one last massive rope and then there was nothing. Not even dripping; the flow of seed just stopped. The wolf was left panting, mouth agape and expecting yet another blast of exquisite cum to fill up his throat. A fit of coughs attacked him and he hacked up one more bit of the substance, watching it land on his stomach. It was jet black, murky, like the substance that the creature was made of. And without missing a beat, he took as much of the seed that was clinging to his fur and swallowed it all.

In front of him, a mass of-

The badger was in front of him. It was almost like there had been something else, but something had caused his memories to gap.

"Impressive..." he said, panting. "To think these earthly pleasures would be enough to make us lose shape and focus. Simply impressive," the look of arrogance had vanished. He was staring down at his own body with a mix of multiple emotions: Admiration, satisfaction, lust... And then he happened upon the wolf. "Oh? Little puppy, you're awake. You saw our real form and died for a moment there. I had to destroy your memory of it to bring you back."

"What?" the wolf had no idea how to react to that. He had no idea how to react to anything anymore. All he had to go on were his instincts, which were telling him to scoot away, to make as much distance between himself and the creature as possible, and it was one he was more than happy to listen to on his way to the edge of the tent.

"So, this is sex... But it's only a part of it, isn't it?" the creature was so focused on his own ramblings, it took a while before he noticed his partner. "Oh, puppy, what is it? We're not done yet. Get back here."

"No!" Cahno's voice was firm, surprising him. The badger was the only one that didn't seem shaken by his outburst. It only unnerved him more, made his words shake again, but he was this far already. "I-I won't, ok? I'm not doing this anymore! And you can't mak-

His words stopped when a massive hand grabbed his head and pinned him to the ground. The wolf felt no pain, but his breathing stopped out of sheer panic. He couldn't see. All he had in front of his eyes was blackness. But he could feel the heavy panting, the hot air next to his ear.

"Mutt," those many abyssal voices whispered in his ear, some of them in tongues he didn't want to understand. "You don't have a choice."

A finger rested on the wolf's forehead and he closed his eyes shut, already fearing the worst. But even without them, he saw the spark of light burst from the tip of the creature's claw. The world turned black, white, and every other possible and impossible color, all in one go. Everything around him melted, himself included. The only thing Cahno could register was the sound of his voice, the image of the moon, full and bright in its zenith, as he howled at it. His body was everything, and everything trembled with intensity beyond what he could ever hope to understand. It washed over him like the Big Bang itself exploding in life and creation all around him.

"Oh, you have one of those too?" the badger's voice came back as his finger left the wolf's head. For the longest second of his life, he had no idea what had just transpired. It wasn't until he looked down that he understood. His own member was still hard, still shaking hard from the intense orgasm he had just felt wash over his entire body, and the explosion of cum it had resulted in was evident in the wolf's abs and chest. His entire body was legitimately covered in his own seed, and a good chunk had also landed on the badger's legs, which he was now licking clean with a grin. "Fascinating. I can see why you were so intent in swallowing more of my seed."

"What just happened," he whispered. Not to the badger per se, but to anyone willing to answer. It had all transpired so fast, whatever it was.

"These carnal bodies... You're comfortable with a mere moment of bliss through them when they hold the potential for so much more," the badger started. "You gave me a taste of what they're capable of, of this physical pleasure your kind crave so desperately. And now it's so easy for me to give you that and amplify it beyond what your little mind and soul could ever comprehend. What you felt is nothing but a fraction of the sensations I promise you."

And right on cue, the aftershocks of his orgasm hit him. The first of many, he felt his body tremble, his dick shake with the memory of the powerful shots that fired through it. He howled out of pure reaction as his torso thrashed, as his hips bucked forward against that odd phantom feeling. His body asked him for more, and his mind craved it. Needed it.

As soon as he regained control over his limbs, the first thing he did was reach for his pants. He had forgotten they were even on until this exact moment, when they were just in the way. He pulled the down with speed like never before and right there, tuckered between the plump cheeks he spread apart with his own hands, was the tight hole. It contracted and expanded, waiting for his master to go in, and he whimpered in anticipation and hunger.

"See? You're a good pup," there was a darkness in that voice that made him wince. The little part of his brain that retained something remotely close to reason told him not to give in. The instincts that had been trying so hard to protect him told him to fight. And he ignored them all, drowning them in this exquisite complacency, in this servitude he found himself in with such a powerful new master.

The badger grabbed his legs and he saw the glint in his eyes, the hungry need for his hole. It was rough and powerful, and dispassionate. He was only sex for the creature, and he was proven right when he simply shoved his member right in, without a care in the world, and Cahno's ass was spread open by the thick monster cock that drove itself all the way inside him. It slammed his prostate at the first go, and the wolf let out a loud howl.

"Fuck me, sir. Destroy my hole," he begged to the creature, to his new god. He had to be of use to him. "Wreck me. Use me. I'm yours to do as you please."

"Be quiet," and just to ensure his order, the badger's massive hand crushed the wolf's windpipe. Barely enough air made its way in his lungs.

And without a care, the badger started. His monstrously huge rod drove itself deep inside the wolf's ass over and over, driving howls, moans, whimpers- every sound imaginable out of the poor man. And he clenched every time in turn, wanting to milk that member, to get all that demonic seed inside him and overflow with it. The badger's voice started breaking again, turning into many, into one, into words that he heard without his ears. But all of them said the same: They said he was a good slut, he was a good slave, he was pleasing his master. He was thrilled by it, excited to be of use, and he wanted more.

His prostate was destroyed repeatedly. The badger slammed so hard against him, he was sure his body was tearing itself apart. He could swear he felt his bones breaking only for his master to fix them with whatever mysterious power he held. And then his body would break again. That sweet spot buried deep inside his ass would burst, literally, only to fix itself again. His throat grew coarse from the intensity of his screams, only for the cum in his stomach to rise and fix it anew. His master wouldn't have such a good toy break so easily.

And then it started again. The images flashed in front of his eyes. Colors of impossible shapes, worlds that had yet to not exist, and his body melted in all of it. He was surrounded by pleasure and part of it. He could feel his entire consciousness drift away and get back together like a puzzle, and every piece that clicked was a moment of euphoria that lasted forever. Every thrust was like an entire new universe being created inside of him, colliding with one another, vibrating through his entire body. His cock throbbed as if it was one with life itself.

At some point, pain and pleasure became one. Fear and desire became the same thing, and at the same time irrelevant. He felt himself vanish in the universe and stop existing, only to start anew, from the pleasure upwards. He became pleasure itself, and not for a single second did his master stop plowing him in that body that still tied him down.

He was close. He didn't know how, but he knew it. No matter how conceptual he became, it was easy for him to tell apart that point, that moment when he started approaching the zenith of his bliss. He both, yearned it and dreaded it. He wanted to reach it already and drown in it for the most exquisite of seconds, but he didn't want this extreme moment to ever end.

His last howl echoed through his every cell. Through every cell in the world his body had become. He felt his claws sink into the ground beneath him, his toes curl and his ears flatten, all from sheer excitement. He felt his master's balls as they slammed his taint one last time, all before the first shot finally burst out. Suddenly the entire world he had become was flooded by his master's ungodly seed. He felt it hit his prostate with such incredible pressure, he came right away. Shots of pure white cum exploded out of his cock and flew across the air, landing soundly on his sticky body. The black and white substances mixed all over his chest and abs, and the more he shot, the more of them both fell to the sides, pooling around him.

But the badger didn't stop there. His hips were impossibly powerful, and his voice was a thousand different screams mixed into one as he joined the wolf in his joy. His massive cock kept driving itself inside Cahno's ass, spreading him wide and filling him up with the thick black seed. One voluminous shot, followed by another, going forward like a geyser and assaulting his prostate like mad. The force behind his thrusts was such, each one saw half of his seed push out of the wolf's hole, only to be replaced with interest by the constant stream sprouting out of him. And it rolled down the poor man's taint, joining the rest in pooling around him.

It was so much, Cahno thought he would start inflating, but he realized he wouldn't mind. He would accept and embrace any fate his master deemed him deserving of. And he was so enthralled in the monumental amount of jizz pushing into him, he had nothing to complain over. The world itself became blurry, everything but the silhouette of a tall, muscular figure in front of him, holding his legs in place. It was a badger, and at the same time it was not. And it kept pushing its member deep inside him, making his entire body tremble with need and growing arousal. The world itself became so hazy, the wolf's eyes closed, and his senses were overwhelmed until shutting down. All he could sense was the heavy push against his prostate, the screams, moans and panting of the creature taking him, the way it absorbed the heat around it.

And then it stopped. Out of nowhere, the sensations stopped. Cahno lied down, his breathing heavy from the arousal and the intensity of such a session, but even in such a state his brain registered the errors. What happened, he wondered. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to the gentle moonlight, filtered through the fabric of his tent. His lantern was to the side, turned off, and he looked down to see his naked body, limp cock lying against his belly and a long trail of cum all over his chest. Only his own cum.

A dream? It all seemed to point at that. A wet dream, of all things, and at his age. Or rather, a wet nightmare? The wolf let out a groan as his head started banging. There was no way he would be trapped by some monster in the first place. He looked up at the moon and his instincts started anew, his cock stirring in place.

"Seriously? I just woke up," he groaned again. Morning wood, he thought. Or rather, midnight wood? His head was full of ridiculous thoughts right after waking up; such was his luck. His hand decided to obey this sudden interest and trailed the sensitive flesh, squeezing his knot and playing with his taint, thinking about how far he could push his fingers in if he-

And that's when he felt it. Right there, filling up his hole to the brim. His widespread, gaping hole, leaking with a sticky substance. His eyes widened. His chest rose rapidly as he looked down, at the fingers coated in a black, tar-like substance. And he felt it, crossing his back. The shiver of a power well beyond him, always looking over his shoulder, keeping watch and waiting. Waiting for the right time to jump and take its ripe fruit all over again.