Rude Awakening (Commission for Sciguy429) (Patreon)

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Commission for Sciguy429! Thank you for commissioning me! <3

“No, no, no, you stupid thing… I am not your dinner!” Xence muttered, his voice breaking in panic…

His hands slipped and slid uselessly over the silky smooth flesh now threatening to smother him entirely, trying in vain to find friction that simply wasn’t there. No matter how hard he clawed, his hand just sunk into that disturbingly soft and blubbery flesh, finding no purchase…

Finding no hope...

“Fuck… Come on!” Xence continued, his desperate pleas lost to the ambient noise of the forest around him.

His legs kicked out beneath him uselessly, sliding around within the endlessly churning guts of the massive Bog Leech. Hot, slippery flesh pressed in around them from every angle, massaging his entire lower body in a way that was disturbingly... pleasant. There was nothing for him to push off of down there, nothing but a bottomless pit full of silky flesh and muscle.

Xence could already feel his legs tingling, a sensation that had only gotten worse the longer he remained partially lodged in the massive Bog Leech, slowing spreading up his body.

And that’s when he felt it, the churning insides of the Bog Leech suddenly tensing once more...

“No no! Not again! Sto-” Xence yelped, or at least tried to, as a slow and sickening sound reverberated up through his entire body.

Sluurp…

In less than a second Xence was pulled neck deep into the Bog Leech, his face now framed on either side by soft blue flesh. He could see his hands to either side, still trying in vain to reach out for something, anything to stop his decent. The thick rubbery lips of the Bog Leech were already long out of his reach, yet he still tried to grab for them, his legs kicking violently in an attempt to push him just a little bit further up, just a bit closer to something he could grab onto.

But no matter how hard he tried to kick, how hard he tried to squirm, those lips never got any closer. Always remaining just out of his reach, his fingers clawing desperately at the slick flesh below them. In a matter of minutes, he was left a panting, exhausted, and utterly defeated mess.

And then Xence could only watch in horror as those massive lips started closing in front of him, a choking final plea escaping the Sergal’s throat as another tensing slurp began deep below him

“Please… no….” Xence said, barely even a whisper, as the two massive lips pressed together and plunged him into absolute darkness…

Sluuuuurp…