MGQ: After - Mimic

MGQ: After - Mimic

Ren was fuming. He'd just gotten back from a nasty case of fever that almost killed him, and now he was being told he was to help his fellow warehouse workers sort out the old, dilapidated storehouse at the east end of the Iliasport docks. That place was absolutely full of crates filled with Hero knew what and not the manifests or the memory from anyone who used to work there to find out. It'd always been infamous, even before the war, chronically mismanaged by a drunkard who gambled most of his money away. How he ever got to own the warehouse in the first place was a mystery to all, as was his disappearance shortly before the war with Heaven. Most assume he was eaten by a monster. Ren didn't know, he didn't work for the guy. But now someone else had bought the place, and there was a lot of old stock and product in there that no longer had buyers around, and even if their buyers were still waiting for the stuff, a lot of it was no longer fit for purpose. A bad storm came through a week after the war's end, and with the lack of maintenance, wind and seawater probably got into everything. And it sat like that for six months.

It was going to be a massive pain in the ass to clear it all up, and he wasn't the strongest bloke in Iliasport. Sure, he had an average frame, but so did most everyone else who worked on the docks, the work didn't leave you with bulging muscles, just toned ones. And with the brown and grey clothes he wore, simple, sturdy garments fit for labour, and an old set of black leather boots now turning pale, people didn't really see much of his build. Maybe that's why his employers were so ready to whip him to work, like everyone else.

He decided to get a drink first, heading to one of the local taverns, dodging the harpy that'd taken to propositioning patrons by the entrance for a few coins each. It was honestly a surprise that there weren't more monster prostitutes, though folk in town were still plenty wary and prejudiced towards them. And there were always some whose hate was still simmering beneath the purpose.

Ren just wanted a good life without complexity or grief. Hard work was a good way to achieve that, he didn't mind a bit of sweat, despite being seen by some as something of a 'pretty boy' with his lack of facial hair and softer features. Not boyish, but not as chiselled as some. That, and he had bright blue eyes to go with cream blonde hair, something that had gotten him attention before. And despite spending most of his time indoors, he'd gained a fairly golden tan from moving things to and from ships and the dockside warehouses, plenty of sun to be had at a port town.

But he spent long hard days on the dock, and he liked the routine, so there wasn't often much time to go chasing women... though getting over the hump of twenty five years was probably telling that he might want to at some point.

That wasn't why he was at the tavern, walking past the harpy who pouted at his polite refusal, and inside. This early in the day, it was fairly quiet, only a few patrons about, having small drinks to start their day, catching up with friends and colleagues, even eating a bit of food.

No one paid Ren any mind as he walked up to the counter, asking the bald man behind it for half a pint of rum.

"Half a pint, lad? At this time o' day?" he asked with a piqued eyebrow.

"I have to go through the east end warehouse today. I can't complain about it If I want to keep my job, so I gotta drink about it instead. Just enough to get me through the day," he muttered as he handed over some coin, his hands not as soft as his face, rough and calloused from a lot of hard work, the right bearing a nasty scar earned from the sharp edge of a crate. He had more than a few around his body, some from his work, others from unfriendly encounters with other youths when he was younger.

The man behind the counter made a face.

"You have me sympathies, lad. I hear no one's been inside that place for near a year."

"Not quite, it got a buyer a month ago, and they walked through it. And decided that there must be some things that are work keeping, so not only do we have to pull everything out, we're supposed to check it as we go. I guess the new owner isn't too worried his workers might have light fingers," Ren answered as he took his mug of rum from the bartender with a thankful nod.

"Knowing them lot, it's the stuff you can't shove in your pocket he's more interested in. The big stuff, that's where the real money is."

"Whatever he's interested in, it's going to take hours to sort out that mess. Days even, for what? Normal pay? I only got done with the fever, for fuck's sake."

He took a swig of rum.

"That might be the real reason why I'm getting a drink, so I can tell the ass end of it to piss off. Though it'll definitely keep my mind off the bullshit that's coming."

The bartender leaned back a little.

"You're not contagious, are you?"

"No, I'm not contagious," Ren assured with a shake of his head. "Doctor said so. Wasn't contagious much even then."

He downed the rest of his rum, knocking back the strong liquid with an experienced constitution. You worked dockside, you had to be able to hold your rum.

"Well, I'll be seeing you," Ren said, handing the mug back to the bartender as he made his way out of the tavern; he couldn't put off the work any longer, and if he did, someone would come looking for him.

After all, he worked for a living, unlike some.

The seagulls were calling as usual, and it was a nice sunny day, the ocean's blue stretching out all the way to the horizon, glittering to the vanishing point. There was nary a cloud over the water, and the only thing that broke up the view were the lumps of brown and their crests of white far in the distance, coming and going from the port with all their goods and cargo, heading to Port Natalia on the Sentora continent, or coming to berth in Iliasport with all the goods the towns and villages here so needed, especially with how bad it was hit in the war, and the extra raw materials needed for reconstruction.

That was why the east end warehouse was getting cleared out, because the new owner believed there was going to be an uptick in the goods and resources coming to Ilias Continent, and a warehouse sitting full of goods going nowhere was unhelpful to that prospect... or his coinpurse, after making such a risky purchase.

Whatever, it was his own coin Ren was worried about, but he was still bitter knowing how much extra work he was in for with no promise of a bonus. Being a labourer was certainly suffering at times, but someone had to do the work.

He made his way towards the warehouse in question, dodging a malcontent seagull's attempt to ruin his day, the petulant bird squawking overhead in its ignorance. Ren was just thankful he saw the thing coming and was looking up just idly and saw the dropping falling for him.

He passed by an argument between a fishmonger and a mermaid, the two exchanging fiery words and neither backing down or showing any amount of fear; the mermaid in the face of the large cleaver the man was idly waving around, and the man facing down a monster.

There was never a dull moment on the docks, except when he was working, and he rather enjoyed it.

He finally came to the warehouse, the tall wooden building looking like it'd seen better days, the planks stained from salt spray and the slanted, shingled roof sporting a number of holes, and many, many white and black stains from the seagulls.

There were a scant few windows, and most of them had their panes smashed in from that one storm that did most of the damage. Even one of the large doors for moving bigger crates in an out was only hanging from its bottom hinge now. Several men were in the process of removing it, just to make sure the door didn't topple while people were moving in and out.

Alas, the building was still, mostly, quite sound and sturdy, so with a bit of patching, it'd be fit for purpose once all the old stock inside was removed and sorted.

He wish the place burned down.

A man in his thirties turned around, and saw Ren coming.

"Ah, Ren, 'bout time you showed up," he greeted.

"I had to get a rum first, Jean," Ren answered.

"You're not seriously still mad we have to deal with this... warehouse," Jean remarked, betraying his real feelings with that pause.

"I still feel the fever in the back of my head, and I'm considered fit to work," Ren muttered. "And it's so we can deal with this nonsense?"

Ren gestured to the warehouse, as several other workers showed up, their moods varying widely, though he could tell plenty shared his particular sentiments.

Jean shrugged.

"If we just stand around complaining all day, it'll take even longer, and we don't get paid for doing nothing."

"Yeah, we get paid for doing good work. Not bullshit work."

Ren sighed, shaking his head.

"Let's just get this over with. And this is a nice day too..." he mumbled.

"You usually spend all day in these places anyways," Jean retorted.

"You haven't heard what I've heard about this stinking pile then. Come on, let's just get to work."

It was as bad as Ren expected.

The interior wasn't trashed, but plenty of the crates showed their weather damage, and there was a strange, musty smell that pervaded the air within, that familiar wood rot aroma mixed with decaying leather and flax, and no small amount of rust and rat and bird shit.

The crates themselves were mostly intact, but that wasn't what really made it all an enormous pain, but the utter disregard for how anything was stacked or sorted.

It was like a maze inside, no consideration for how people had to move around the stacks - and some of them were quite haphazard - or in finding things that needed to be pulled out. And when you did find them, whether they could be removed easily.

Some of the boxes were so placed two others needed to be removed first, not that it was such an issue when they were pulling out everything.

But they had to check it all. Sort what was good and what was junk. And that wasn't always fun, as they discovered an old box that looked like it was in the process of being transported before the building was abandoned, perhaps when the first attacks during the war began.

Opening it up, and Ren and several other workers nearly spewed their guts from the smell of what might've been cheese once. Kept in a box entirely unsuitable for long term storage for cheese and abandoned, the rats and mice and the elements managed to get into it, while the rot plugged the holes the vermin made and trapping the smell.

Sometimes they found things that were just ruined and unrecognisable, but at least weren't as disgusting as the cheese box.

There was one crate full of iron tools that'd been wrapped in oiled paper, and were well preserved, so that was getting saved. Another full of copper in good condition. And one that seemed to be full of marbles. Maybe that's where the previous owner left them before he vanished.

Whatever was good, it was mixed among the bad, and the warehouse wasn't small.

Ren was grumbling as he shifted a small container full of old rolls of twine, now very rotten. Jean was somewhere nearby, looking into a large crate.

"This is bullshit," Ren muttered.

"I heard you the first time," Jean answered with exasperation.

"Well I'll keep saying it, because who the hell was hired to stack all this?" Ren gestured around himself at the haphazard stacking of boxes. Not all at random angles, but interlocked and placed at random. "Tools stacked with crates of linen, grain beneath some iron bars, barrels of salt kept with rum, and none of this stuff has any marking or labelling except if the original senders slapped them on."

He shunted aside a pile of timbers that used to be a box whose contents were now unrecognisable powder and sludge, which just led him down into a small 'passage' between stacks of crates.

"And this shit, nothing's organised, it's a damn maze in here, is that how the idiots who ran this place spent their free time, just finding their way out?"

He went in, just to see if there were any smaller boxes along the way, because there were plenty of those around, just pressed up against the larger crates, sometimes stacked in small piles.

"Yeah, yeah," Jean mumbled in the distance, the sound of other workers echoing around the crates and off the ceiling making for a bit of a confusing ambience.

"Why would they even leave all these little boxes everywhere? It's like they couldn't be arsed to leave them somewhere easy to get to."

He moved aside a narrow box, and discovered a chest that stood out. There were a few other chests they'd found in the place, but this one at least looked a little cleaner despite its dark wooden planks, and was framed along the edges and corners with pale, almost golden brass brackets and plates, a semi-circular lock plate with a little bulge on the bottom to fit the keyhole.

It was still covered in a layer of dust, and looked like it'd been waterlogged recently.

"And what the hell are they doing just leaving these heavy ass chests in here, this shit can't be stacked," he grumbled aloud over his shoulder as he idly pulled on the lid to see if it was locked, and managed to flip it open.

He turned back to see what was inside, only to be met with a flurry of movement, and the blur of a pale visage.

Arms wrapped around him, and he was suddenly wrenched towards the open chest, the interior of the lid covered in red meat like gums and the edges lined with sharp teeth bigger than his hand, jutting out at haphazard angles.

He wasn't able to get a scream out before the lid clamped down upon his waist, teeth digging into him painfully, but not enough to injure. It did mean there was a small gap that allowed him to see the interior he found himself in... one filled with thick, pale-blue jelly obscuring meaty flesh lining the inside of the large chest... and the slender, pallid woman that now clutched him with a merciless grip, her red eyes bright in the gloom within, long, raven-black hair hanging down to the small of her back and spreading out amidst the blue goop. She was naked, revealing her slender body and modestly endowed breasts, not the largest among monster kind - for she was assuredly a monster - or even humankind, but still worthy of envoy for many a young woman.

Her alabaster skin was perfect, but her hips revealed no bare pussy, submerged beneath the goop. If she did have thighs, they melded with the flesh covering the bottom of the chest.

Such beauty wasn't on Ren's mind though, as he tried to scream again, only for the monster woman to force her lips upon his own in an impossibly deep kiss, that tongue of hers unfurling to lengths no human could achieve and filling his mouth, silencing any cry for help.

Her saliva tasted sweet, sickeningly so, a pleasant flavour too strong for him to really experience properly. And there was no escaping it, not when her tongue utterly enveloped his within its winding coils, and slowly wormed into his throat to further stifle any attempt at screaming.

He gagged and choked on the writhing muscle, as he thrashed in the toothy grip of the chest, his arms stuck within and unable to find purchase on anything, not even her. The slime that seemed to fill the chest coated her skin, making it shine, and making it slippery, every attempt to grab her with any force or strength failing thanks to his hands sliding off her. Yet she held him with perfect firmness.

He tried to kick the floor, to make noise and get Jean's attention, anyone's attention. But over the squelching noises within and the smacking of this deeply invasive kiss, there wasn't a chance he could hear anyone coming.

And the longer it went on, the more he realised help wasn't coming, or he would've felt someone desperately tugging on his legs... he hoped.

Still, he didn't give up, despite the strange tingling he felt on his lips, in his mouth and on his tongue, and down his throat, a warmth that made his skin prickle pleasantly.

He realised it was aphrodisiac quickly when he felt his pants get very tight, his cock begging for freedom within moments of the kiss being forced upon him. He had to get out of there, or he would've been made to cum, and once Critical Ecstasy had taken him, he'd never be able to escape. And she'd surely eat him, that he was convinced of.

Why else would her chest - without question a part of her body - have such teeth? Man-eating monsters were hardly uncommon in the world, but he could not recall the name of this one, even though he remembered vague stories about such creatures.

Her hands were wet and clammy, but they caressed along his cheeks and down to his shoulders with an erotic grace that did not match with the aggressiveness of her kiss, that tongue getting deeper and deeper, as his gag reflex was strangely and worryingly suppressed, allowing that inhumanly long muscle to reach as deep as his collar, bulging out his neck with its constant roiling and kinking. His eyes rolled up, Ren feeling overwhelmed by this monstrous kiss.

He tried to strike her, but he just couldn't find the angle or the strength to do so, and if he did, the jaws of her chest clenched tight enough to force the air out of his lungs or inflict threatening pain to 'persuade' him otherwise.

Leaving him to whimper in fear and stimulation he couldn't force down. The way she kissed him was just exquisite, more incredible than anything he'd ever experienced in his life. They tugged and rolled with dexterous ease, maintaining an almost constant seal upon his own. She twisted her head to better mesh them together, while that tongue of hers left nowhere inside his mouth and throat unexplored.

And the longer he remained trapped inside her chest, the wetter he felt, moisture dripping from the roof of the lid, and slime rising up as if alive to seep through his clothes and soak his skin, covering him in more tingling sensations.

He again tried to force himself away from her, swinging his arm wildly to find something to strike or grip. And that's when he noticed his clothes melting off his limbs, disintegrating into errant patches of fabric and falling to pieces.

That made his eyes widen in panic, and struggle even more desperately to attempt escape, but he was still held so firmly by the monster's arms and the lid of the chest, that toothy jaw digging into the small of his back.

His shirt soon fell off him, the monster grabbing what clung to his back and throwing it down into the soup around her, the fabric vanishing into nothing.

He feared that was what awaited him once she was done with him, but his constant writhing had worn him down, and he was getting tired; no amount of hard labour on the docks was going to help him outlast this terrible creature.

And the worst thing of all was the mad throbbing in his pants, his cock aching for release.

She pressed firmly against his mouth, murmuring softly in erotic hunger, before that devilish kiss was finally broken, her tongue retreating from his mouth like a rope cut from its anchor and whipping back from the tension. It recoiled into her mouth with a quick lick of her lips, before she fixed him with a thin, wicked smirk.

He went to say something, but she forced a finger to his lips.

"Quiet." Her voice was low, soft, but as commanding as it was sensual.

He was suddenly rotated around, and his head was once again amongst the maze of stacked crates of the dilapidated warehouse, that musty smell such a contrast to the sickly sweet perfume within her chest. But even more of his body was somehow pulled into that chest chest facing down, the monster woman pulling off his boots and tossing them out onto the ground, along with his belt.

He tried to scream again, but the lid clamped down around his neck, teeth digging into his spine, and squeezing his throat... a sure enough warning not to resist. He had one arm partly free, but it was in no way able to pry open her 'mouth'.

He was at her mercy. His head was free, and his workmates were nearby. He could hear their echoing talk. And he couldn't call for help.

He felt his clothes melting off his lower body now, peeling away as the material degraded and the slime coated his skin, spreading the tingling sensations further. Ren could still taste it on his lips, and his legs were trapped in the thick goop, feet pressing against the meat covering the bottom of her chest.

Somehow he was squeezed from his neck down into the chest with enough room for the monster to place herself behind his ass, her hands moving to stroke his glutes with a slick, rolling touch, squeezing his buttocks together or plying them apart, toying with him as she saw fit. And her hands wandered further than that, one walking up his chest with wiggling fingers, creeping along until they were teasing his nipples, while the other gripped his throbbing prick from below in a claw-like fashion, pulling down upon it towards the tip, letting those fingers close together upon his glans.

He whined at the touch, the goop within making his skin so very sensitive, especially the helm of his penis, precum oozing just from those digits grazing across it.

Ren tried pulling on one of her chest's teeth, using it as leverage in an attempt to squeeze out of her grasp, but that was as pointless as every other effort.

He went to cry for help again, but she choked him a second time, clamping the lid on his neck to smother the call in his throat.

If she was going to eat him, she was going to do it while torturing him with the promise of help being ever so close nearby. While teasing his cock the whole time, her hand starting to dance along his length with an impressive dexterity, fingers gliding and traipsing along his rod in a way that made him gasp and murmur softly, and she wasn't as worried about silencing them.

His face twisted in pleasure and winced in discomfort, huffing as his lower half, now fully naked, was slowly and relentlessly teased by the devious chest monster. Every now and then, she raked her nails over his skin, focusing especially on his buttocks.

And then came her tongue, curling over his rump with a wicked slowness and depraved firmness. He felt her muscle gliding over his skin with unexpected ease... and when her hand returned to his member and slid up to the root of his mast, he felt no fuzzy compression of his bush.

It'd been melted away, while his flesh was left intact, for now. Did she really have such control over her digestive slime? To melt what she wished, when she wished? His own head of hair was untouched, but he was being rendered smooth as his labour-hardened body could be. And without the annoyance of his hair, she licked him slowly, savouring his taste as if he were a treat. Given what he feared she planned for him, that didn't seem like an unreasonable belief.

She stroked his rod with one hand, and slowly worked her mouth down his buttocks while the other crept back up to his nipples, pinching the right one between fingertips. He was in the perfect position for what she was doing to him, teasing him with her focused efforts, and murmuring hard enough he felt the vibrations coursing through her tongue into his flesh. Sometimes her lips, whenever she deigned to press them to his rump.

Slowly, her mouth inched closer to his loins, his hips squirming in more struggles. She didn't seem to clamp down on his neck for that, only attempts to call for help. She must have liked his futile writhing.

A flinch ripped through him when a tongue curled and caught his now hairless sack, the tip of her muscle wrapping around the orbs within and lifting it up only to let it lewdly fall off the slimy appendage, her lips closing in to plant a languid kiss upon his taint, and then the root of his scrotum.

He huffed and groaned, feeling a faint pressure slowly rising within his lower gut, the warning signs of his doom.

The monster lolled her tongue slowly upon his spongy perineum and loosely juggled his balls with the tip, continuing to stroke his member with that delicate precision, completely lathering it in those tingly fluids, which served as perfect lubrication, allowing her hand to glide up and down his rod with sensual ease.

Her thumb rolled against the back of his head, putting pressure upon the bridge of skin that connected the foreskin to the back of the glans, and causing his prick to flinch vigorously.

Ren couldn't keep himself from grimacing, that pressure drawing nearer and nearer to a treacherous climax... but she did something to take his mind off her efforts, to distract him from the edge that little bit longer.

She slowly ran a finger along one of his glutes and let it follow the contour of the cheek, descending into the cleft... until it was prodding his back door.

He loosed an unseemly yelp, prompting the lid to clamp on his neck again to silence him. It didn't make her stop, the monster grinding her fingertip against his pucker firmly, mercilessly, twisting back and forth to lather that prickling goop into his backdoor, which only made the attention more stimulating, and caused him to flinch repeatedly.

He jerked violently when that finger squeezed past his entrance, and slowly push deeper, the monster twisting the digit about, and pulling it backwards slightly between every little push, letting that slime get in deep.

He whimpered pitiably, trying to pull his hips away from her, but there was nowhere for him to shift them, too little space inside that chest to attempt any sort of escape or avoidance.

It took her a good long while, but eventually her finger sunk to the knuckle, after letting enough of that teal goop seep into his passage, slicking it up quite thoroughly. Which made the intrusion of a second finger just slightly easier, though ultimately more intense because he was being stretched wider.

But it was then that she curled her fingers, and pressed them against something within him that triggered several strange, shivering jolts, and prompting his prick to practically leap in her grip.

It was only the threatening pin of his neck that kept him from loosing his whorish moans too loudly, the attention to this spot within him sending strange feelings all throughout his lower body and making him feel weird.

He'd heard that monsters liked to violate the asses of men, presumably as a means to emasculate and humiliate them. But with the way his cock was acting, he was beginning to think there was another purpose to it all, but thinking didn't really mean much to him in the moment, feeling his body tingle with pleasure and his skin prickle with sensitivity.

Her hand stroked his mast more vigorously, twisting and pumping with such slick, expert efforts that he could feel his orgasm coming more quickly than ever now.

All while he could still hear the voices of the other workers bouncing around the crates and off the ceiling of the warehouse, though they seemed more distant than ever. Where the hell was Jean? Why weren't they checking on him?

Ren groaned, hips bucking involuntarily from the stimulation building within him, tingling his loins to its very core. Precum oozed into the monster's fingertips, and his balls jumped in the grip of her tongue. He was going to cum, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And sure enough, he was consigned to his doom with a strangled, whimpering moan of unwanted pleasure, bucking his hips down towards the base of the chest, the monster's grip pumping his throbbing, pulsing dick like she was milking a cow, prolonging his orgasm and spraying his load into the goop that filled the chest.

His eyes rolled upward when she kept going, his ejaculation ending but her stroking not ceasing. Not picking up speed, not slowing down, simply gliding up and down with such slick ease, fingers rolling over his glans and making him wince.

Only after a minute did she stop, letting go of his twitching prick and pulling her two fingers from his ass, finally allowing his hips to twitch in peace. And allowing him to fully feel the effects of Critical Ecstasy, a strange lethargy spreading to every corner of his body.

His eyes lidded, and a hot sigh loosed from his mouth, that weakness weighing him down and robbing the fight from him.

Critical Ecstasy, the ultimate weapon all monsters possessed. Once brought to climax by one, there was no escape for their prey.

The one that caught him started stroking his hips with her hands, massaging and rubbing down his waist and thighs, gliding her hands all the way to his calves, half-submerged in the slime filling the base of her chest, and then to his feet, massaging his calloused soles as they curled backwards, floating in the tingling jelly that left him feeling so smooth and sensitive.

Her hands slowly returned to his hips, gliding along his thighs until they came together upon his cock, sandwiching it between her palms and interlocking her fingers. He groaned and whimpered, cock twitching in lingering sensitivity from the orgasm, heightened by the slime coating his rod.

She pumped several times, from root to tip, really squeezing around his glans... and then she released his dick. Just so she could grab her breasts and wrap them around his girth, smothering his manhood in pliant, springy flesh, warm and smooth to the touch. She applied a pleasant pressure, and wasted no time in beginning her efforts, pumping his length up and down and making sure to really squeeze on his helm with every stroke around his tip.

Ren moaned obscenely, huffing in his lust, forced upon him but affecting him to his very core.

He winced and grimaced at the renewed stimulation, feeling he wouldn't last long a second time. Monsters were like that, driving humans to more orgasms than they ever would've thought possible. He hated how good it felt.

Another potent flinch coursed through him when he felt her tongue curl firmly against his back door, rolling up and down like sheets of honey pouring onto itself. She made sure to apply the force and pressure, threatening to slip her muscle in between his walls like she did his fingers.

But unlike her fingers, the monster suddenly relented, if only to attack something else, craning her neck down to curl her tongue against his balls before wrapping that inhumanly long muscle around his sack to draw it into her mouth, lips wrapping lewdly tight about his jewels. She started sucking like they were a pleasant treat, tongue smothering his hairless scrotum in constant enveloping rolls and strokes. It wrapped tight around the root, tugging against the stimulated contractions of his balls, every slimy stroke adding more stimulation to what was already quickly turning overwhelming. She didn't even need to use her hands on his junk, busy stroking her breasts all around his manhood; up, down, in tandem, or in rolling fashion, squeezing at the base and loosening towards the tip, or vice versa. She constantly switched things up, doing her best to keep him off balance, and to slow his journey to a second orgasm.

After several good, long moments savouring his jewels, she let them pop free from his mouth, so she could assail his ass again, twisting and grinding her tongue to his rear before her lips joined in on the fun, smacking and sucking to his utterly lathered pucker, the slime that was so utterly pervasive within her chest constantly soaking into his sensitive ring of muscle.

He twitched and whimpered, feeling the pumping of her breasts start to pick up speed, getting ready to send him over the edge again, much to his dismay, and her apparent delight; he just picked up the way those lips twisted against his rear, the monster smirking in her glee at his utter helplessness, and how vulnerable he was to her lurid efforts, tormenting him with her wicked pleasure.

She pulled her lips back to give her dexterous tongue more room to twist and grind, though her mouth didn't stay absent for long, returning randomly to suck and kiss against his hole.

But her tongue was not content to simply stay flicking his back door. It started pushing harder, and harder, and harder... until it wormed its way inside, slipping with ease right back to that sensitive point within him. Only her dexterous tongue could put pressure on this point in ways her fingers couldn't. And she could push more of that impossibly long muscle deep into his rear, pushing the slime inside of him and causing tingly sensations deep within him.

Ren couldn't keep himself from moaning, but he was kept from making too much noise by the teeth around his neck, discomfort that proved a poor distraction from the intense pleasure he was feeling, even when his throat was squeezed between the edges of the lid and the chest.

Her tongue started pumping that pressure point inside him, coaxing his cock into more vigorous throbbing, fresh precum oozing profusely into her enveloping breasts, which were only getting faster. And with how effective the thick, jelly-like goop was at lubricating skin, the monster had to squeeze her bosom damn hard around his shaft to inflict the needed pleasure... but it was exquisite and overwhelming all the same.

He could feel himself nearing yet another orgasm, shivers racing through his body and making his legs twitch and jerk, while his arms simply laid limp in the awkward positions they were trapped in.

There was no hope for him, that pressure building in his loins, his cock throbbing, his balls contracting, and his hips twitching in that moment before the release. He was going to cum, and cum hard, and the monster squeezed her breasts yet tighter to ensure that he did. She must have been gripping them so hard, if she were human, it'd probably hurt. But it slowed her down none, simply intensifying the pleasure until Ren could bear it no longer.

He squawked and groaned in ecstasy, hips thrusting hard into her cleavage and making her chest jiggle from the feel of it, thick ropes of his cum once more shooting into the goop below. And once more, the monster kept up her efforts, continuing to bump her breasts and waggle her tongue to that spot inside him to intensify his sensitivity to incredible and mind-numbing heights.

He whined and gasped, a desperate look upon his weary face as he started panting as much as the pressure on his neck allowed.

What this monster was doing to him, especially with how her silky breasts enveloped every contour upon his rod, was nothing short of agonising in how good it felt.

Pump after pump after pump, she stroked his dick with her breasts until he was spent, and then she pumped some more to make him squirm from the sensitivity, the height of pleasure prolonged more than he could bear, and reprieve only given once she was satisfied he was on the verge of tears.

How he wasn't crying already, he couldn't fathom. He felt the moisture in the corners of his eyes, the beads ready to form, but the pleasure and the intensity of it all, and the constant renewal of Critical Ecstasy, kept him from descending into the kind of despair needed for tears, even though the strain should've been enough.

It was damn cruel.

Even when she stopped, he didn't cry, stuck panting and trying to regain his composure after such intense milking. But the respite given was never going to last long. Her tongue whipped out of his rear, but he didn't feel it leave his body. It simply draped down over his taint and around his balls, the lecherous monster dragging her mouth over his flesh, her hands moving to grasp his hips and lift them up a little, leaving her to drop lower and lower until she was starting to move over the root of his cock, still so hard and sensitive after two orgasms.

Ren knew that monsters squeezed more than that out of their prey, and that she wasn't even close to done with him when he felt her lips part over his glans, and that tongue coil up his shaft like a tentacle. She lingered on his helm for a short while, keeping her lips tight to his glans, sucking slowly and hungrily, while her tongue advanced further to entangle his jewels again, the tip curling over the sack and polishing it with rolling caresses.

She tilted his cock back further to give her better access, and lifted his hips higher, putting him into an even more awkward pose, though with the effects all those fluids had on his skin, the discomfort seemed distant, overwhelmed by the sensitivity inflicted upon him by the jelly-like juices filling her chest. Even if she was only sucking on the tip, it was enough to get him twitching and flinching, Ren desperate to cry out his pleasure, if not for the pressure on his neck. Never too much unless he got too loud. Then she 'reminded' him to keep quiet, and even in the throes of his mind-numbing pleasure, he complied.

It was torture, trying to keep a grip on his mind, each little sting of pleasure pricking his brain somewhere, while his skin burned with sensitivity such that even her caresses caused him to twitch. Though they were ultimately far from the intensity of those lips wrapping around his tip, rolling and sucking with lecherous hunger.

And that wicked tongue stroking and twisting around his mast with spiralling contractions, pulling on his rod and fondling his balls with its dexterous length. Its slimy touch let it glide so easily around his sodden shaft, but still she could squeeze with an assertive pressure.

He was nearing another orgasm, his lips starting to quaver from it all. It was already more than he could handle, and the monster showed no signs of slowing down. She even, occasionally, unwrapped her tongue from around his girth to retreat the tip back into her mouth, just so she could lash his glans with its terrible flexibility.

A shudder raced from his head to the base of his spine, Ren grimacing and clenching his jaw, a forceful exhale hissing from his nose. Just one of many signs he was about to blow, and feed this monster directly.

Her tongue coiled around his dick again, ensnaring his sack and fondling his jewels with more vigour than before, the loops pumping and wriggling up and down and all around his throbbing prick, each squeeze putting pressure up towards his tip from his base, a milking motion that was working far too well.

His body tensed... and then it spasmed, a strangled whine once again escaping him as orgasm flowed through him with all the obscene intensity he'd come to understand from this terrible creature.

Every drop was greedily swallowed, the shifting of her lips and the motions of her tongue in her mouth evidence of that, along with the suction getting all the stronger. This was her food, after all, and she was going to make sure she got every last drop.

He still couldn't even recall the name of her species, and it was getting harder and harder to recall anything once the fatigue began creeping at the edges of his mind, made even worse by her again milking him well past the end of his ejaculation, his dick jumping in dry throbs of climax.

He could feel the heat in his face, tension and arousal in equal measure, straining his features and weighing on his psyche.

She did, eventually, relent on her efforts, but he knew with fear in his heart it was going to be terribly brief, and sure enough, he felt those lips gliding along his mast, the monster taking more of his prick into her mouth, tongue pressing hard upon the underside as his tip entered her throat, the walls of her gullet closing tight around his helm and already starting to swallow.

The gulping stroked his sensitive tip, and made him seethe and whimper in unbearable stimulation, and she'd barely started again. He was already leaking more precum by the time her lips met the base of his shaft, tongue still roiling around his balls and encouraging another load.

She lingered there, simply using the motions of her throat and her tongue to simulate, like a beastly creature sucking the very fluids out of its prey. Even without her moving her head, the pleasure was still getting to him, and he wanted to be anywhere else in that moment, to escape this agonising ecstasy. He now understood just how terrible monsters were with their offers of bliss, how their methods of preying on men were both so incredible and so terrifying.

At last, she started to bob her head, his tip freed from her gullet only to be swamped by her inhumanly flexible tongue, on top of the luscious sensation of her lips gliding along his mast, the seal only broken by the obstacle of her tongue, constantly twisting and writhing about his girth, tip fondling his balls, loops and kinks further along grinding into his glans before it was plunged into her ravenous throat once more.

He finally loosed a moan that even the pin of his neck couldn't suppress, but still no one heard his plight, much to his dismay. The monster didn't slow down, bobbing her head with a measured pace, not too swift, but still intense with the way her lips gripped his penis, along with everything else.

She started twisting her head too, just to add another spiralling sensation to his rod, all too eager to wring him out, tasting the precum that constantly oozed from his tip.

Another orgasm began to well up inside him. It'd be his fourth. And not his last. And they would come easier and easier as his resistance crumbled, and the pleasure overcame his mind. He loosed a garbled groan, manhood throbbing in the monster's throat with every slurp and every rocking head bob she made, swallowing him over and over again with no mercy.

She even used her teeth on occasion, raking the ivories over his sensitive glans with the faintest of pressure, the sharp stimulation making him practically jump in the grasp of her chest. Especially those rare moments she caught the underside of his corona with her teeth, keeping his cock from going any further out of her mouth, and grinding her tongue hard against his captive tip.

But his climax ultimately came when she resumed her bobbing, and she plunged him into her throat. The moment she tasted his fourth load, she latched onto his root, and let her throat's walls ripple and pump his tip, while her tongue mercilessly stroked his dick for every drop, leaving no nerve untouched.

She left nothing inside him, left him utterly dry before she finally relented... for but a few seconds, and soon she resumed again with barely any respite to give him.

He wanted to cry out, but she silenced anything he could've moaned with another clench of her lid. She would not be interrupted devouring him alive, draining him of every last ounce of semen he had left. And she was going to make sure she did, as he felt another reason to squawk upon her hand gliding over his buttocks and descending into the cleft between cheeks, where it did a slick turn to press a pair of fingers to his back door.

She didn't waste time teasing him now, simply pushing her digits in to the knuckles in one smooth motion, his ass worryingly more accommodating now than before. All the better for her to find that organ within him and start putting pressure on it, pumping her digits back and forth and curling the tips to massage that point incessantly.

His cock throbbed, his balls bounced up towards his body, and more than anything, his body shuddered in overwhelming pleasure. And she wasn't just content with his ass, her other hand moving to grasp his balls and fondle them with those same masterful movements, the lecherous monster refusing to relent on her bobbing.

Pressure built again, and another orgasm was already on its way. It seemed now that she was going to finish him off and send him to his doom. His body started writhing more vigorously, even through his fatigue. It was hardly conscious motion, simply reactions borne of the unbearable stimulation he was enduring, worsened by his heightened sensitivity.

It was with no fanfare that he came again, spurting into her mouth. And this time, she didn't even stop moving, simply continuing to bob on his mast and slurp up every rope that shot from it, her hunger insatiable.

Until she did stop, pausing for but a brief moment, the hand to his balls letting go.

Only so she could suddenly grip his hips, and drag his head and arms into her chest, clamping the lid shut and sealing him inside the now darkened interior, half his body immersed in that gooey liquid sloshing about the bottom.

She had to twist herself about to fit him and herself in, Ren finding himself forced into an uncomfortable position, arms and legs tucked awkwardly towards his body. But that discomfort was not enough to take his mind off the maddening pleasure he was going through, the monster returning her free hand to his testicles, and resuming her ravenous fellatio.

Her hunger was merciless, and he couldn't keep himself from crying and moaning. This time, there was nothing squeezing his neck to silence him... but no hope of anyone hearing anything.

She didn't even acknowledge him, she simply continued to feast on his cock, bobbing, sucking, stroking with her tongue, while her fondling his balls and fingering his ass simply encouraged his beleaguered body to produce yet another load, Critical Ecstasy and the fluids that soaked into his skin pushing him beyond any safe human limit.

The fatigue was only getting stronger though, Ren starting to feel himself flagging. He was lightheaded, his chest feeling hollow, and his skin buzzing all over strangely. Black spots began to dance in the corner of his vision, not that he saw much, only briefly repelled by the surge of energy that came with climax, his hips bucking weakly into the monster's mouth yet again.

She still didn't stop, his cock in agony from how good it felt, the height of ecstasy maintained for too long.

He was reduced to drunken groaning, his eyes getting heavier and heavier, the strength in his body completely gone.

And still, she kept sucking, siphoning every drop until it was spent, and continuing until he was driven over the edge again. It was now that he seemingly lost all semblance of time and awareness, groaning stupidly within her chest, half immersed in the slimy liquid filling the bottom, flowing around him and keeping his skin too sensitive for his mind to endure.

In the end, he just couldn't endure for any longer, and let darkness overtake him.

---

Minelli straightened out her hair as she quietly dragged herself along to a quiet corner of the warehouse, looking back on the naked, slimy body of her prey, passed out on the floor, cock abused and flopped on his gut. Drained... but alive, after twelve ejaculations. And she was feeling somewhat full.

She smirked, and left him alone. It was difficult moving so sneakily to the 'meeting point'; as a Mimic, she didn't have much in the way of legs. Some did, but she didn't, relying on her arms, and 'hops' of her chest.

She kept to the edges, making sure she wasn't spotted by any of the other workers, though it seemed her 'benefactor' had made sure they were all distracted with banal labour things.

The corner was dark, and secluded among a pile of tall crates, while a loose set of planks in the wall afforded escape, now that she was, presumably, done.

She looked around in the gloom, though her gaze pierced the lightless black of deep caves with ease, so it still seemed bright to her. It wasn't enough to spot her contact before they spoke.

"Well, Minelli, I assume it worked~?" spoke a rich, teasing tone.

Minelli cast her gaze up, and saw a tall, slender woman in a green dress and long emerald hair reclining on a crate, a little machine monster with grey skin and a maid uniform anxiously jotting something down on a metallic notepad next to her.

"The man is not dead or dissolved, except his clothes and pubes, and his sweat and cum proved filling," Minelli reported succinctly. "But only after I ate that side of pork you gave me."

"As I expected," the mysterious woman mused. "Unlike monsters that feed purely or mostly on semen, a different solution is needed for those of you that require raw meat."

She hopped down from her perch with elegance, and no small amount of not-so-human grace, the little mechanical monster dropping down after her and bouncing on a single wheel in place of legs with a small shower of sparks.

"I managed this far without your tonic," Minelli answered, and then shrugged. "But I suppose this is a different world, after all. And it wouldn't be fair to eat that guy. Greedy treasure hunters not using their brain? Hey, it's on them for thinking a chest in the middle of a cave is safe, but hiding as a chest among boxes in a warehouse is just too easy. And they were supposed to check what's in them. Doesn't strike me as the 'right' way to do it."

"I didn't think you Mimics had such honour," the woman teased. "But much as you might wish to go back to the old ways, I foresee a future where humans become stronger than they are now. Enough to both preserve coexistence alongside monsters, and to enforce it when those who don't abide that design threaten coexistence."

"As long as I can still get my fill of semen and make men squirm, I can deal with going off human flesh, as long as that tonic of yours continues to work."

"After the results you have given to me today, I'm rather confident our research is bearing fruit. It's always so invigorating when research does not stall... especially when facing such 'ethical' barriers as we have."

"Is this not unethical?" Minelli remarked wryly.

"He is still alive, is he not? I'm sure he'll be fine."

"REN! What happened to you?!" came a voice rebounding off the walls and crates of the warehouse.

The mysterious woman chuckled.

"Well, I suppose my little lie posing as the buyer only worked for so long before they got back to work," she said. "This is where we part ways, I do think."

"Good. I'd rather not get the Hero sicced on me," Minelli remarked, as she hauled herself over to the loose wooden planks.

"Don't you want to know the name of your benefactor, Minelli? I did give you those tonics, after all."

Minelli smirked drily and looked over her shoulders.

"I'd rather know as little about you as possible. I think that's best for us both."

The woman in green smirked in turn.

"Then... feel free to test those tonics out when you can. I'll be able to get the data one way or another."

Minelli gave a toothy grin.

"I fully plan on it."

With that, she pulled herself out through the loose planks, and made her way towards the beach, where she could put distance between herself and Iliasport. She was going to the place she had those tonics stashed, so she could take them with her to her next ambush spot. Somewhere she'd get decent prey; treasure mad fools always tasted better than people just doing a job. It was more fun to torment them too, 'punishing' them for their greed.

But she had to admit... she was feeling fuller than she had in a long time after that.

Perhaps coexistence wasn't so bad... maybe she could get a job as a 'security trap', baiting thieves from the actual riches.

No one would complain about her having her way with them if she didn't digest them, right? As long as she got her fill of meat, and had a supply of that tonic to supplement the rest with semen and sweat and the taste of a man's body. And she'd never be forced to move on except once the thieves got wise... if they ever did.

She wore a wicked grin.

"I like the sound of that," she said to herself.