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The cold sensation by my side jolted me awake, and I opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar place. Empty, desolate, and shrouded in a warm, golden fog. A strange sense of disorientation washed over me as I sat up, rubbing my eyes in disbelief.
"What the hell?" I muttered aloud, scanning the surroundings. There was no sign of civilization, no buildings, no cars, just endless fields stretching out as far as I could see. The fog swirled around me, casting long, ethereal shadows that danced and twisted eerily in the soft glow.
A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I realized I was alone in this forsaken place. Panic began to set in, but I forced myself to stay calm. I needed to figure out where I was and how I got here.
The pulsating ache in my skull was unbearable. It felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to my brain. Grasping my head tightly, I tried to steady my breathing, doing my best to ignore the excruciating pain.
My mind raced as I tried to recall the events leading up to this moment. The last thing I could remember was making my way home from work, the familiar routine of my daily life interrupted by some vague memory of... What? An accident? No, I couldn't remember. All I knew was that I was now lost in this eerie, fog-shrouded landscape, alone and in agony.
Despair crept in, threatening to consume me. But I refused to give in. Instead, I summoned every ounce of determination I possessed and resolved to survive. One step at a time, I told myself. Just one step at a time.
As I checked my attire, I noticed that I was indeed wearing my usual outfit from the day before. Everything seemed oddly normal except for the fact that my belongings—my wallet, phone, even my keys—were missing. This realization sent a wave of panic coursing through me, causing my heart to pound wildly against my rib cage.
The thought of death crossed my mind. Had I been in an accident? Was this some kind of afterlife? I shook my head, trying to dispel such morbid notions. Yet, the question lingered in my mind, gnawing at me like a persistent itch.
Just then, a voice cut through the silence, sending another shockwave of surprise rippling through my already frazzled nerves. "0021, finally, you're awake!" the voice boomed, echoing strangely throughout the foggy expanse.
I shot up from my standing spot, startled by the sudden intrusion. My heart pounded in my chest as I sought where was the source of the voice.
"Don't be surprised by such a generic setup. Now please confirm this, you are Cedric, right? Cedric Lexi Venix?" The voice demanded, echoing ominously in the quiet room.
"Who are you?!" I retorted, my patience wearing thin. "Answer me!"
At my response, the voice laughed, a chilling sound that reverberated through the empty space. "Can you stop it? I don't even know what's going on!!" I exclaimed, frustration seeping into my words.
"I'm simply a heavenly voice to make the story easier to understand," the voice explained, seemingly unbothered by my growing irritation.
"Heavenly voice?! I don't even know what the hell is going on!" Reaching my last limit, I screamed, my hands balled into fists at my sides.
The voice continued, its tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'd like to make a quick recap if I may. You are dead."
As the voice confirmed my worst fear, I found myself struggling to process the information. Even though I had considered the possibility, hearing it spoken so bluntly was still shocking.
"Can I know how I died?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sadness hung heavy in the air, mingling with the thick fog surrounding us.
"Well, I quite understand that you're upset with your death, and it came rather suddenly, I might add," the voice responded, a hint of sympathy in its otherwise detached tone. "Let me show you."
With those words, the world around me started to change. The fog grew thicker, obscuring my vision until it was almost completely impenetrable.
As the scene unfolded before my eyes, I found myself transported back to the night of my untimely demise. There I was, lying on the cold concrete, my body twisted unnaturally like a broken toy. Blood pooled beneath me, spreading outwards in a macabre stain. Sirens wailed in the distance, their piercing cries adding to the surreal atmosphere.
Around me, the aftermath of the accident was laid bare - a smashed car embedded in the brick wall, its metal carcass twisted and mangled beyond recognition. The sight filled me with a sense of dread and regret.
"It wasn't even my fault!" I protested weakly, my voice barely audible over the cacophony of sounds.
"Yeah... you were quite unlucky if I'm being honest," the voice conceded, its tone somber.
As the golden fog returned, I felt a strange sensation of floating, as if my consciousness was being lifted from the carnage of my past life. Suddenly, I was back in the empty space once more, my surroundings unchanged yet somehow different.
"But hey, don't be too upset about it. You'll be reincarnated! Yay!" The voice chimed in, its sarcastic undertones not lost on me.
"Reincarnated?" I echoed, my voice trembling slightly. The concept was foreign and overwhelming, especially in light of my recent experience.
As the voice continued to explain the situation, I found myself grappling with the reality of my impending rebirth. "Hey! Wait a second. If what you're saying is true, then this is still incredibly sudden!"
"Yeah... I can't help it," the voice admitted, its tone laced with regret. "Your death was far too sudden, and you lived as a generally decent individual. So, I want to give you a second chance at life. What do you say?"
My frustration mounted as the voice continued to speak without addressing my concerns directly. "I don't understand! Just because my death was sudden doesn't mean you can dismiss it like that!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing off the empty space of our ethereal setting.
"What would you like to be in your next life?" the voice seemed to ignore my protest, brushing aside my question with a nonchalant attitude. "How about a vampire in some classic movie from your past life? Or perhaps even a simple object if you prefer?"
As the voice continued to dismiss my concerns, my anger reached new heights. "Answer me, asshole!" I shouted, my voice ringing through the emptiness of our current existence.
"You're really, really annoying!" the voice retorted, its tone exasperated. "Here I am, granting you another shot at life, and all you do is complain and curse at me!? Is that any way to behave?"
As the voice continued to speak, its words hit me like a punch to the gut. "I'm deciding your life then, you're taking too much time," it complained, clearly agitated.
"Wait, what?" I stammered, my mind racing to keep up with the rapid-fire revelations.
"Let me see... you're gay, right?" the voice stated matter-of-factly. The statement shocked me to my core; it was true, but I hadn't expected such intimate details to be known. "What the... how could you possibly know something like that?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over. "And what does that have to do with my next life anyway?! This is all too bizarre!"
As the voice continued to assert its authority, I found myself struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events unfolding around me. "You questioned me about how I could know you're gay when I can bring you a second life?" it asked incredulously. "Maybe you were hit by that car harder than I initially thought."
My words died in my throat as I realized the gravity of the situation. I stood there, looking like a complete fool.
"Well, it's all done!" the voice announced, its tone final. "You'll now be reincarnated. Please, do your best!" The words echoed in my ears, leaving me feeling dazed and confused.
"Huh? Wut?" I stuttered, still trying to make sense of the bizarre scenario.
Without warning, a massive hole suddenly appeared beneath where I was standing. There was no time to react or resist as I plummeted into the abyss, darkness swallowing me whole. Everything went black once more, and I slipped into unconsciousness, my mind reeling from the chaotic sequence of events.
As consciousness slowly returned, I found myself sprawled on the ground amidst the dense foliage of a thick forest. "What...?" I murmured, fear gripping me as I struggled to orient myself within the unfamiliar surroundings. My thoughts raced, seeking out whatever it was I desperately needed, though I wasn't sure exactly what that might be.
Suddenly, the sound of a human step came from near where I was lying, and a tall figure emerged from the shadows, and walked to me!!
As the figure approached, I could finally get a good look at him. He was stunningly handsome, his muscular frame accentuated by the light filtering through the trees. "Pardon me for the sudden intrusion," he began, introducing himself as "Case", short for Cassandra, I presumed. His voice was deep and soothing, somehow managing to calm my racing heart despite the unexpected circumstances.
"Hello, Case..." I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. The man before me was captivating, and I found myself staring, utterly stunned.
As I gazed upon Case, my eyes were drawn to his impressive physique. He stood tall and proud, his broad shoulders leading down to a thick, muscular chest that seemed as solid as stone. His stomach was a washboard of firm abs, each one defined in a way that made my mouth water. Every inch of him was tanned, from his powerful arms to his sculpted legs.
His black, short hair contrasted beautifully against his sun-kissed skin, adding to his rugged appeal. But what truly captivated me was his large, firm backside - a plump ass that moved enticingly with each step he took. It was the kind of ass that dreams are made of, round and full, begging to be gripped and squeezed.
As Case turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of his attire. It was simple yet intriguing, consisting primarily of a pair of thongs made from what appeared to be animal skin. They hugged his groin tightly, leaving little to the imagination. The thin material seemed almost transparent, making it possible to see the outline of his soft member nestled between his rock-hard thighs.
He wore nothing else atop his lower half except for a pair of sturdy boots. Around his wrists were hand bands, probably for protection during combat. Completing his ensemble was a large, heavy-looking sword hung across his broad shoulders. All in all, it was a combination of style and functionality that perfectly suited the medieval setting.
As the sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees overhead, it illuminated Case's striking form even further. His thong, seemingly designed for comfort rather than modesty, did little to conceal his assets. In fact, it served only to draw attention to them, outlining his manhood and hinting at its size and shape. From where I lay, I could make out the tuft of hair trailing from his groin to his navel, teasing me with the thought of what might lie beneath.
But it was his rear end that truly stole the show. The thong sat low on his hips, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his pert buttocks. Each cheek was rounded and firm, promising hours of pleasure if ever gripped firmly enough. The material stretched taut over his muscled flesh, leaving nothing to the imagination, save perhaps the tiny pucker nestled between those perfect orbs.
"I happened to pass by here and saw you lying on the ground, are you okay?"
As Case spoke, his deep voice resonating through the quiet forest, I struggled to find words. The sight of him was overwhelming, his presence commanding my attention completely. "I... um..." I stammered, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks at his scrutiny. "You passed by here?" I managed to ask, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes studying me intently. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." His tone was filled with genuine concern, which only served to heighten my confusion and desire. "And your outfit," he continued, gesturing towards my clothing. "It's unlike anything I've seen before. Are you a warrior?"
"Huh? No! I'm just an office worker!!" I blurted out, quickly turning around to hide my embarrassment. His question had taken me by surprise, and the thought of being mistaken for a warrior was laughable at best.
Case looked at me with clear confusion etched onto his handsome features. "Officer... Office... Worker? Is this a mage's title or something?" His bewilderment was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. This was undoubtedly a foreign concept in his time.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on me. Could this really be happening? Was I actually playing a medieval role-playing game? The similarities were uncanny - the scantily clad warriors, the magical powers, the medieval setting... It all made sense now.
"Ping Pong!" That familiar voice echoed in my mind once more, interrupting my thoughts. "Good job seeing it!" It praised, seemingly pleased with my sudden revelation about the game-like nature of our surroundings.
My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I shot upright, staring wide-eyed at the sky. "That voice?!" I cried out in panic, feeling like I'd lost my grip on reality. The voice, however, remained nonchalant. "Hey, no need to yell," it chided gently, its tone almost amused.
The situation was becoming increasingly surreal. Here I was, in a medieval fantasy realm, being monitored by a disembodied voice that popped up whenever it felt like it. And on top of that, I was surrounded by sexy, scantily clad warriors who didn't seem to notice how absurdly out of place I was.
"You were so annoying when I asked you to pick the life you wanted, so to skip the point, I chose this world for you," the voice said, its tone tinged with annoyance. Its words were both perplexing and infuriating, yet there was no denying their truth. I had been difficult, refusing to commit to a choice, and now I was paying the price.
"Beep!" Suddenly, in front of me, a board floated in the air, looking eerily similar to the bulletin boards found in medieval RPG games. My eyes widened as I read the words written across it: "Welcome to the Medieval Fantasy Realm."
"What the fuck is this?" I muttered under my breath, addressing the Voice. But there was no response, of course.
"This is the control panel. You're in the role of a hero, and with this, you can interact with countless things," the voice instructed, its tone matter-of-fact.
"Countless things...? No way!" I exclaimed, my mind reeling at the possibilities. "It's true," the voice assured me. "Let me tell you, the world I brought you into is not merely a medieval RPG, but an erotic gay RPG."
I stared at the floating board, my heart pounding in my chest. Erotic gay RPG? The implications of those words hit me like a ton of bricks. The scantily clad warriors, the flirtatious banter between them... it all suddenly made sense.
"Beep!" The control panel emitted another sound, catching my attention. As I looked at it, a new quest appeared: "Become Intimate with Gladiator". Still processing everything, I turned toward the voice in my head. "Can you let me go back and choose again?" I pleaded.
"Of course not!" The voice teased, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Try to enjoy it," it added, its tone fading away as if it was disconnecting.
"No, wait!" I called out desperately, but there was no response. The silence that followed was deafening, and I was left alone with my thoughts and the bizarre reality of my situation.
Before I could even begin to process the information from the beginning, Case approached me, oblivious to the chaos swirling inside my head. "Hey, what's going on? Why aren't you answering me?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern. "Are you talking to someone?"
"Huh? No, no one, nothing, haha..." I stammered, trying to mask my shock with a strained smile. The last thing I needed right now was for Case to get suspicious.
"Oh, okay," he said, visibly relieved. "Just seemed weird since you were grinning like that for no reason."
Case's expression shifted abruptly, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a stern seriousness. "Anyway, it's getting late. We should leave the forest early tomorrow morning and find a village to stay in," he announced.
"Are we staying in the woods tonight?" My voice wavered slightly as worry crept into my tone. At my question, Case's gaze softened, and he moved closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry," he reassured me, his voice steady and confident. "I won't let anyone hurt you." His words echoed in my ears, offering a small comfort amidst the chaos of my newfound reality.
My heart fluttered at Case's kindness, a stark contrast to the indifference I'd grown accustomed to in my previous life. It had been years since anyone had shown such care, save for my mother. But how could I, an insignificant person, possibly develop a sexual relationship with this perfect man?
Despite my inner turmoil, I did my best to conceal my thoughts behind a warm smile. "Thanks, Case," I managed to say, hoping my gratitude would be enough to quell any suspicions.
Before I could even contemplate asking what our next move would be, Case's face contorted with a primal rage, as though he were seeing a threat hidden from my eyes. "Get away!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a protective ferocity that sent shivers down my spine.
Without thinking, I obeyed, darting backward just as the trees around us began to fall. Panic seized me as I whirled around to confront whatever monstrosity was threatening us. My eyes widened in horror as I laid them upon a creature unlike anything I had ever seen before - its form twisted and grotesque.
The monstrous entity before me was a sight never meant for human eyes. Its entirety was akin to a cluster of tentacles bound together at their base, each one as formidable as the next. Coated in a slick, slimy substance, these appendages possessed the ability to topple massive trees with ease.
My breath hitched when I realized the uncanny resemblance between each tentacle and the male anatomy - specifically, the phallic shape of a fully erect COCK. Yet, there was something unnaturally enlarged about them, a grotesque exaggeration of nature's design.
"What the hell is that? Where did it come from?!" I cried out, instinctively jumping to the side. Case stood firmly at my side, drawing his longsword and assuming a defensive posture. "I didn't anticipate such a powerful beast appearing here," he exclaimed, his tone laced with concern and resolve.
As the words registered in my mind, shock rippled through me. "Powerful... monster?" The concept seemed ludicrous, yet there it was, looming menacingly over us.
The monstrous tentacles lunged forward, their movements surprisingly swift despite their colossal size. As they closed in on me, I felt a surge of panic, but Case was there, pushing me to the ground mere inches ahead of the grasping appendages. His actions saved me from immediate harm but left him exposed.
A pitiful moan escaped my lips as I watched helplessly as Case was ensnared by the relentless tentacles. He struggled valiantly against their grip, but the sheer strength of the creature far surpassed his own.
The tentacle that had snatched Case's sword sent it clattering to the ground, leaving him defenseless. The monstrous limbs quickly immobilized him, positioning him in a way that bordered on the perverse. His arms were pinned behind his back, forcing his muscles to strain against the pressure. His legs were spread wide, his thighs and knees pressed tightly against his torso, giving a tantalizing view of his plump ass.
His back arched upward, accentuating the curve of his spine and revealing more of his ample chest and firm breasts. Every flex of muscle, every gasp of pain that passed his lips served to further arouse the situation, turning the once perilous encounter into something undeniably lewd.
Despite the perilous predicament, Case continued to prioritize my safety above his own. "Run while it's distracted, stranger!" he managed to get out before one of the tentacles swiftly inserted itself into his mouth, muffling any further sounds of protest.
The transformation of the scene was jarring. My initial terror morphed into a strange blend of arousal and anxiety as I witnessed Case restrained in such a carnally charged pose. The sight of his bound form, coupled with the throbbing member jammed into his mouth, sparked an unbidden response within me, causing my loins to stir.
I gulped down the lump forming in my throat as the realization hit me. I was not dreaming; this was real. This was happening. And I was helpless. All I could do was watch as the monstrous entity wrapped its tentacles around Case, pulling him closer until our gazes met.
His blue eyes held a mix of determination and fear, a stark contrast to the flushed skin of his cheeks. His chest rose and fell rapidly, matching the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat. My gaze trailed lower, taking in the enticing display of his muscular body, contorted into a provocative tableau.
Each twitch of his biceps, each shift of his hips, caused the slimy material of the tentacles to glide sensuously across his flesh, amplifying the lewdness of the situation.
My heart pounded in my chest as the monstrous entity began to toy with Case in ways that defied description. One of its gargantuan tentacles, shaped eerily like a mammoth cock, descended between his meaty buttocks. Its girth was impressive, measuring a full four inches. With a slow, deliberate motion, it began to grind against the string of his scant thong, coating it in its slick slime.
The tension mounted as the tentacle teasingly slid the soaked fabric along the crevice of his ass, inching closer to his tight hole. There was a momentary pause, enough time for anticipation to build before the massive appendage thrust itself inside him.
My breath hitched in my throat as the tentacle breached Case's tight hole, stretching him deliciously wide. The sensation was overwhelming – a blend of discomfort and pleasure that coursed through my veins, stirring a primal need deep within me.
Every squirm and whimper that escaped Case's lips only fueled the grotesque spectacle unfolding before me. The monstrous entity seemed to relish in the act, its tentacles caressing and squeezing every inch of Case's quivering body.
The obscene intrusion continued unabated, filling him to the brim with each powerful thrust. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the air, punctuated by Case's muffled groans.
Another tentacle ventured forward, its movements purposeful and deliberate. It grasped the thin strip of cloth that concealed Case's erect, leaking cock and peeled it away effortlessly. The sudden exposure caused his thick length to stand proudly, swaying slightly in the air.
With a single fluid motion, the tentacle coiled around his throbbing member, starting a rhythmic massage that elicited guttural moans from Case's lips. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his eyes closing as he focused solely on the sensations washing over him.
The cacophony of Case's moans mingled with the wet squelching sounds of the monster's touch upon his skin, creating a symphony of depravity that filled the air.
My blood ran cold as I watched the tentacle continue its insidious assault on Case's body. Suddenly, sections of the monstrous appendage began to swell, creating a series of bulges that were interspersed with areas that remained unchanged. The result resembled nothing less than a gigantic, pulsating dildo made up of oversized beads.
Each sphere was as large as a billiard ball, their glistening surfaces reflecting the dim light of the chamber. The relentless penetration resumed, driving the beads deeper into Case's stretched hole, and I couldn't help but think that this was some twisted form of torture devised by the monstrous entity.
As my mind grappled with the horrific reality, a chilling truth dawned upon me - the tentacle was using Case as an incubator for its eggs.
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just some sadistic game; the monster was actually impregnating Case! The plot was becoming disturbingly familiar, echoing similar tropes found in many erotic gay medieval RPGs. But this was no mere fantasy world – this was real!
My gaze shifted back to the horrifying scene unfolding before me, a sense of urgency gripping me. Despite the explicit sexual nature of the situation, I couldn't ignore the imminent threat to Case's life.
"Uhm... You're not going to save him?" The heavenly voice returned, its tone laced with concern. "He'll die if you don't do something!"
Its words resonated within me, sparking a surge of determination. "Ah, The Heaven's voice," I muttered under my breath, finally breaking away from the sensual haze that had clouded my judgment.
"You can't let him be tortured to death like this!" I declared, my resolve strengthening with each passing second.
The heavenly voice cut through the tension once more, directing me towards a solution. "First, wipe off that blood from your nose!" Its tone was firm, yet tinged with a hint of exasperation.
Hearing those words, I reflexively reached up to my face, feeling a sticky trail of blood that had been running down from my nostrils. Apparently, the intensity of the scene had been so overwhelming that I hadn't even noticed it seeping out.
"Uh... okay," I murmured, wiping away the blood with the sleeve of my robe. The action seemed mundane amidst such chaos, but it brought me a modicum of clarity.
"Now, open the control panel," the voice continued, "it has instructions, you dumbass." There was another sigh, laden with frustration.
I quickly turned my attention to the control panel, eager to find some way to alleviate Case's torment. The single instruction displayed on the screen left me baffled: "Please cast a spell."
"What the hell?" I blurted out, feeling a surge of frustration. "I don't even know any magic, let alone how to cast a spell!"
The heavenly voice responded almost immediately, its tone laced with annoyance. "This is a game world, dummy. Just raise your hand and say something!"
Just as I was about to argue with the heavenly voice, Case's muffled moan penetrated my consciousness, jolting me back to the dire situation at hand. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth covered by the monstrous tentacle, and his swollen abdomen now housed dozens of monstrous eggs.
"Arghhh..." His agonized cry echoed in my mind, adding fuel to my mounting anxiety. The sight of him, stretched thin and vulnerable beneath the relentless assault of the creature, tore at my heartstrings. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, yet here I was, powerless to intervene.
With a deep breath, I raised both hands towards the monstrous tentacle, focusing my energy on the single word that had been etched into my mind by the heavenly voice: "Fireball!"
As soon as the command left my lips, a sudden rush of energy surged through my entire body, akin to a powerful wave crashing over me. In the blink of an eye, a brilliant ball of fire materialized in front of me, growing larger and brighter until it was ready to launch.
"Hope it works," I muttered under my breath, watching as the blazing orb rocketed towards the monstrous tentacle at breakneck speed.
A split-second after releasing the fiery projectile, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The glowing sphere of flames hurtled through the air, leaving a fiery trail behind it. As it collided with the tentacled beast, the creature recoiled in pain, letting out a high-pitched squeal that reverberated throughout the chamber.
However, despite the success of my first spellcasting attempt, the creature didn't seem fazed for long. It quickly recovered from the blast, its numerous limbs twitching with renewed vigor. It began to shake violently, causing the tentacles to tighten their grip around Case's helpless form.
With newfound confidence, I summoned forth another spell, this time aiming for a more potent effect. "Turn to ash!" I cried out, channeling the magical incantation towards the monstrous creature.
To my relief, the spell appeared to be effective. The creature, already weakened from the previous attack, disintegrated before my eyes, turning into a cloud of gray dust that swirled in the air before dissipating completely. But as the creature vanished, Case lost his anchor, falling helplessly to the ground.
In the aftermath of the monster's demise, I rushed to Case's side, my heart pounding with worry. He lay motionless on the cold stone floor, his body limp and lifeless. Despite having successfully banished the threat, I couldn't ignore the pit in my stomach – the fear that I might have inadvertently caused harm to the person I was meant to protect.
"Case!" I called out, my voice echoing through the chamber. There was no response. I knelt down beside him, reaching out to gently touch his cheek.
With a sigh of relief, I examined Case's prone form more closely. His body was slick with the monster's slimy residue, but thankfully, I could feel a steady pulse against my fingertips and hear the faint sound of his ragged breathing. He was alive, though clearly unconscious.
His muscular frame sprawled across the grass, his naked skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and slime. His legs were splayed apart, presenting his magnificent ass to my gaze. It was a sight to behold - round and firm, each cheek plump and inviting. But what caught my attention was the gaping hole in the center, stretched wide open and twitching slightly from the intense assault.
The sight stirred something within me, a primal urge that sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, I reached out, tracing a finger along the rim of his asshole.
With a gasp, I watched as a monster's egg slipped free from Case's violated opening, splattering onto the grass beneath us. The slimy mass landed with a wet 'pop', oozing a foul-smelling substance that seeped into the earth.
A wave of disgust washed over me, yet simultaneously, a perverse curiosity took hold. This was no ordinary situation – it was an erotic fantasy world where such things were commonplace. And right now, I found myself alone with a man whose beautiful body had been used as a breeding vessel.
My gaze lingered on the egg, fascinated by its grotesque beauty.
Unable to resist any longer, I hastily unfastened my pants, freeing my throbbing member. My erection stood tall and proud, pulsating with need. Without wasting another moment, I aligned myself with Case's violated opening, pushing forward until the tip of my cock breached the tight ring of muscle.
I groaned as I sank deeper inside, enveloped by the warmth and wetness of his asshole. Each inch I gained sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The sensation was overwhelming, yet strangely satisfying.
As I continued to thrust my cock deeper into Case's asshole, I became acutely aware of the monster eggs nestled within his insides. Their slimy surfaces brushed against the sensitive flesh of my shaft, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through my body.
Each movement of my hips sent ripples throughout Case's abdomen, causing the eggs to shift and roll within his belly. It was a bizarre sensation, one that heightened my arousal even further.
With a grunt of satisfaction, I flipped Case over, his back arching off the ground as his soft legs draped over my shoulders. His muscular torso rose before me, his broad chest heaving with every labored breath. I placed both hands firmly on his pectoral muscles, feeling them flex under my touch.
Leaning forward, I grabbed his waist with my other hand, anchoring him securely against my thrusts. Then, without warning, I began to pound into him, my hips snapping back and forth with relentless intensity. Each thrust drove my cock deeper into his body, filling him completely.
As I continued to pound into Case's welcoming asshole, my mind filled with thoughts of gratitude and satisfaction. "Thank you," I murmured, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. This was indeed a superior existence, one that far surpassed anything I could have imagined in my previous life.
Suddenly, Case stirred beneath me, his eyes fluttering open. "Hey!" I shouted, my voice laced with urgency. "Push those eggs out! Now!"
I felt his stomach clench around my cock, a clear indication that he understood my command. With renewed vigor, I rammed my hips forward, determined to help him expel the monstrous brood nesting within him.
As I continued to fuck Case, his face contorted with a mix of pain and pleasure. He mumbled something incoherent, his words slurred with lust-induced confusion. "No... I'm their mother..." he protested weakly, clearly struggling between the instinctual urge to push out the eggs and the strange maternal feelings imposed upon him by the monsters.
Despite his protests, I felt his stomach tighten once again, signaling another attempt at expulsion. "Damn it, Case!" I growled, slamming my hips forward with renewed determination.
Case's eyes flickered open, locking onto mine with a startling intensity. "I'm their wife," he gasped out, his voice hoarse with desire. "My husband...impregnated me."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, the implication of his confession making my heart race. "You want to give birth?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
In that moment, I knew we had crossed a line, and entered a realm of debauchery and perversion that was as shocking as it was thrilling. And yet, despite the absurdity of our situation, I couldn't deny the raw, primal appeal of it all.
As Case's words sank in, I found myself caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of our predicament, while another part reveled in the twisted eroticism of it all.
"I want to be their mother," Case whimpered, his body writhing beneath me. The sound of his voice, laden with lustful submission, sent a shiver of excitement coursing through my veins.
"This is...incredible," I breathed out, marveling at the surreal spectacle unfolding before me. "Thank you, Heaven Voice."
As waves of intense pleasure washed over me, I finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation, my body tensing as I shot my load deep inside Case. My hot cum spilled forth, splattering against his inner walls and coating the insides of his ass and the eggs with each powerful thrust.
Meanwhile, my mouth was occupied with Case's tongue, my lips pulling and sucking on it with abandon. My hands, too, were busy, pinching and twisting his nipples mercilessly, adding another layer of sensory overload to our already depraved scenario.
As I pulled away from Case's mouth, I heard him groan, "No... No..."
A sense of dread washed over me as I realized what was happening. His stomach began to move strangely, pulsating and contracting with an unnatural rhythm. It was clear that the eggs were responding to my climax, their presence intensifying under the influence of my seed.
Without hesitation, I quickly withdrew my cock from Case's messy hole, watching in awe as his stomach continued to ripple and bulge, the eggs seemingly reacting to the loss of my warmth.
As Case groaned, "It's coming out," I watched in astonishment as one by one, the eggs began to shoot out from his wet asshole, landing messily on the ground below. Each egg was covered in my semen, its surface glistening in the dim light of the room.
"My children," Case sobbed, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. "As their mother, I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you." His words tugged at my heartstrings, his love for these creatures evident even amidst the chaos of our situation.
"I'm sorry, Tentacle Husband," he continued, addressing the unseen entity that controlled this world. "I failed to give you your children."
The eggs had been shot out, thanks to my perverse actions, but Case was still suffering. He lay there, panting heavily, his body slick with sweat and cum, his stomach still convulsing every now and then.
I thought he just needed to get rid of all of the eggs out then he'd be fine. No...? what the fuck?
"Aren't you going to heal him? Just standing there, watching him break down?" I grumbled, rolling my eyes at the unhelpful commentary from Heaven Voice.
"Oh, I can use healing magic?" My soul returned to my body with a reminder. "Duh!" Heaven Voice sounded annoyed.
Opening the control panel again, I noticed the same instruction: "Save Hero, Case." I shook my head in chagrin at the game's laziness. "Seriously?" I questioned the Heaven Voice. "Enough with the comments, focus on helping him!"
"Fine," I muttered under my breath, not entirely pleased with the situation. I lifted my hand and placed it firmly against Case's chest, shouting "Heal!" with all the conviction I could muster. And miraculously, it worked. Case's physical and mental state started to return to normal.
"Woah," I thought to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. "They really couldn't make this any easier, huh?".
After healing Case, it seemed that he had indeed managed to escape the monster's mind-breaking tactics, although he had lost all memories from the moment he was taken captive by the creature until I saved him. This meant that our encounter was essentially his first recollection within this erotic gay medieval RPG setting.
"So, this is how it starts?" I wondered aloud, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
