Cycle 7 - Scene 23 (Patreon)

Gunnar panted and grunted, laid on his back in the mud, weak from the effort of trying to break free from the strong grip of the giant slug. His suit was torn, partially stripped, and the sensation of the creature pressing against his body as it got him into a position that best suited itself, the powerlessness of it, a massive turn on for the big man. He couldn't do anything as the hungry mouth closed over one gloved fist and slowly slurped down his arm, the slug's giant body pushing against his own until it could force that flexible mouth over his helmet. The sound and feel of slimey flesh, cool mud, the shifting and failing of his outfit, and the unstoppable progress of that patient, slurping mouth as it slowly shut out Gunnar's view of the dark vegetation around him. It would take a long time for the big man to be fully consumed, the only evidence of his presence being a few scraps of fabric, a couple of pieces of armour, and the video recorded for OW TV.