A heavy sigh slipped from Florian's lips as he sank down to the floor, his body and mind both exhausted. He hated clearing these pre-Cataclysm ruins -- there were a hundred other things he'd rather be doing but... Alas, he had a duty to his father and to his people. Such places could pose a danger to all of Nightkind and the pre-Cataclysm treasure that could be found may be useful to the Midnight Kingdom. Still, it didn't much improve his mood.
The dhampir had been sent ahead of the party to scout out the deepest underground corridors and alert them of any dangers... After all, he was the most skilled at hiding, sneaking and going unnoticed of the entire group... And both Viktor and Branwyn wore heavy armor that would draw attention to them.
So far, he had found nothing -- only seemingly endless, empty corridors littered with dust, cobwebs and five-thousand year-old trash -- coming at last to the chamber where he now stopped to rest... And wait for his companions. He had tried his best to keep track of every twist and turn as he wandered deeper and deeper underground but...Well, Florian just wasn't built for adventuring -- he was meant to sit around his father's castle, pursuing his various hobbies and getting railed by his boyfriend... And so, he had gotten a little bit lost.
He yawned, a deep tiredness coming over him. It would be safe enough to wait here, every corridor he'd walked through had been empty and there was, as far as he could tell, no signs of life anywhere nearby. No scent of blood, no sound of beating heart nor of drawn breath. Florian closed his eyes, resting against the wall. He could take a little nap, right? It would fine. Gods only knew how long it would take Viktor, Branwyn and Lyssa to find him and he had nothing else to occupy his time...
An age had passed since anything living had wandered into the creature's lair -- time meant very little to it, not having much of a consciousness and being nearly immortal... But it still needed to feed, needed sustenance of some kind... And more time had elapsed between feedings than the creature would have liked. Now, it could smell something in the room where it made its home... Something with a beating heart and warm blood.
There was a thick, wet popping sound that caused Florian to jump, snapping him out of his dozy reverie. He cried out in surprise as a massive eye opened in the ceiling above him, gazing down with its enormous slitted pupil fixed solely on him, surrounded by a toxic green iris. The wall suddenly felt strangely soft, yielding and... sticky. Thick pink tendrils shot out from the floor, wrapping around his arms and legs as the doorway through which he'd entered disappeared. The texture and color of the walls shifted rapidly, going from gray and white stone to the wet, glossy red of raw meat and his heart sank. Panic flooded him -- this was bad.
Florian struggled, trying to pull himself free from the tendrils but it was no use -- they held him fast and the more he struggled, the tighter they gripped him. The air became hot and wet as more tendrils emerged from the floor, the walls and the ceiling. He could hardly breathe -- though that may have been because of the thick tentacles that were wrapping themselves tightly around his chest... He cried out in shock and disgust as a thick, clear slime began to ooze from them, coating his clothes and skin. It stank of sweat and of sex, making Florian gag as he continued to struggle. He was held in the air now, his arms out at his sides and his legs parted.
"Let go!" Florian cried. The ooze was eating through his clothing, dissolving his fine silk shirt and woven leggings with terrifying rapidity, leaving him utterly naked. He would've expected it to have the same effect on his bare flesh but it didn't. Everywhere the ooze touched bare skin, he felt a tingling, burning sensation that caused heat to flare between Florian's legs.
One of the tendrils began to prod between his legs -- its tip squirming against him and smearing his cunt with that strange, sticky ooze. Florian groaned as the tendril began to grind against his stiffening clit.
"St-stop!" Florian shouted, his voice breaking. He was terrified but his body was betraying him, responding to the creature's assault with pleasure and arousal. "Don't -- don't touch there!" Please, gods, he wanted it to stop.
The creature could smell its prey's arousal -- smell the moisture that began to ooze forth from Florian's cunt. It could smell the way its prey responded to the aphrodisiac in its saliva and could feel the way the prey squirmed. The first taste of those fluids would've been heaven to it, if it could experience such feelings.
The tentacle between Florian's legs continued its assault on his throbbing clit -- wrapping around it and stroking the tender bundle of nerves, sending jolts of excitement and pleasure through Florian's body. He had to stifle a moan, his hips thrusting towards the source of the pleasure on pure instinct. Fuck, this couldn't possibly be happening! More slime oozed from the tendril as it worked him and more slime oozed from the tendrils that wrapped around his naked, trembling body. His body felt unbearably hot, his skin tingling and throbbing -- his breath came in desperate gasps now and waves of pleasure washed over him with every one of the tentacle's strokes. Florian bit down on his lower lip, teetering on the edge of orgasm, his legs shaking and his head swimming.
"AH!" Florian cried out, his body jerking and spasming in the creature's grip as his climax hit him, drawing a scream from his lips. "C-CUMMING!"
A torrent of cum squirted from Florian's cunt, splattering onto the wet, pink floor. Oh Gods, it felt so fucking good. Wave after wave of sheer bliss slammed into him as he rode out the aftershocks of the unbearably intense orgasm, the other tendrils working over every inch of his body causing it to drag on into what felt like forever. They ensured that every inch of his body was covered in their slime, making sure his body was wet and slippery and burning with lust.
Florian moaned, feeling one of the tentacles slithering its way between his ass cheeks, slathering the puckered hole with its slime and feeling the muscles there loosen, relaxing of their own accord and letting the tip of the tendril pry him open without much resistance, shoving inch after inch of itself into him without hesitation. The dhampir cried out, his head falling back and his entire body going rigid as the tendril inside of him pulsed and expanded, pistoning in and out of him and stretching Florian's throbbing asshole wide.
The tendril had started out only as wide as two fingers but quickly grew until it was as thick around as Florian's wrist slamming into him over and over again.
