Rise and shine... RATED "M" FOR MATURE.

The slime creature had been venturing trough the woods after the most recent for nearly two days… keeping his spider that he had captured all for himself over his shoulder in a hibernating state by keeping a oozing hand over his skin to keep a continuous flow of drug into his system. Ozias didn’t want him to wake up yet... maybe Recluse wouldn’t be as “accepting” as he was last time when he was completely buzzed up... and if he was to try and flee in the middle of nowhere, he might get himself either lost or chased down by some more ninjas... and he didn’t felt like running after him. Good thing chakra and lack of real oxygen-needing muscles enabled him to travel for quite the distance without getting exhausted...

Ozias began to recognize the surroundings as he followed the large river. The current in it was also growing higher as he moved forth. Eventually his sight caught glimpse of his house... which was made out of bamboo and wood, a surprisingly well-build habitation... small but solid none the less. It was at the base of the waterfall, near the river with a small platform that held itself over the streaming water; ideal for fishing.

Stepping on the small balcony, the sludge lizard pushed on the door and walked inside and laid Alaric on his bed... which obviously smelled plenty of his own black-ink scented drugs. But that he didn’t know... he couldn’t smell his own self! Ozias then proceed to take a closer look at his new possession... his curiosity and voyeurism taking over him, the slime then proceeded to rob him of all his clothings as he then put them on the hook where he usually put his monk robe.

The slime creature then smirked as he laid a hand in the spider's white hair as he stoked them... getting a feel of his newfound possession as it ran trough his sludge, his oozing fingers caressing his scalp before he finished with one last stroke and pulled out his hand. He then turned around and went for the side door and opened it as he stepped outside on the small wooden dock and sat down on his lounging chair, his hood down, looking at the water flow, waiting for his newfound pet to wake up eventually from what would felt like a very long and relaxing sleep.

The entire trip had been a quiet one for the spider. His mind was lost in his comatose state, dreams were fleeting ones that made no sense. Most of the images that were in his mind were ones of shadowed faces and mumbled worlds. Recalling the waking world was impossible with those soothing drugs pumping through his body. Had the spider been awake or even selfaware he would have more then a few choice complaints about his potato sack position he was being carried in.

Had consciousness graced the hybrid he would have marveled at the sight of the oozes home. Not saying Ozias didn't have the compassity but rather the weaver could deeply admire creative architecture.

Once in bed the spider settled, curling slightly. The moment those slimy, dripping fingers ran through his hair his heart pounded faster in his chest. The lazy beat the drugs had set it to suddenly spiked, his blood pressure and made his cheeks flush. Leaning his head into the soft touches. Eyes moving beneath his closed lids. Relaxed, at ease... for now. It was some time later before the spider stirred from his dreamscape. Eyes parting only slightly.

He was still in a twilight state of mind when he sat up. Having no idea when or where or how... having slept for so long it was making waking up take longer then normal. Rational thought still out of play. He didn't even notice right away he was still shirtless and in some strange bed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, arms stretched over his head. When his mind was fully functional he imidately.... began to panic.

Alaric tried to stand but his legs refused to carry his weight. Sure he felt well rested but his body still hadn't rid itself of all the toxins just yet. And up until his body would listen to him he looked around for something to cover himself with.

It’s the sudden rustling of his bed that made the ooze creature look over his shoulder, back into his house. So he was already waking up? Hm... he expected his spider to take at least, maybe another hour... oh well, it looked like his plans for prepping his fishing line to get himself a lunch would have to wait for later. Getting himself up from his lunging chair, the sludge lizard slid in slowly as he looked from the doorframe Recluse trying to move himself around in an attempt to stand up, obviously failing in those attempts as the drug still present within him made his motor skills not very responsive.

Seeing the spider wiggle around helplessly with his exposed fuzzy, spotted belly made Ozias let out this deep, almost sinister chuckle. It’s from this instant he knew that he wouldn’t get away unless *he* would decide so. It was his little spider... his possession... Alaric would soon understand that and learn his place... yesss...

Licking his own lips with his long oozing tongue, the slime creature slowly came into view as he walked toward Recluse, looking down at him as his tail under his robe was wagging. His right hand was already reaching down toward his fuzz as he caressed it gently and slowly slid his sludgy, cool hand up toward the hybrid’s cheek as he cooed...

-Slept well...?

He added as his tongue still lolling out of his mouth.

-Do you remember who I am?... and what happened?

Recluse looked up the moment he felt someone approaching. Eyes turning to the door and watching with a devoid expression as Ozias entered. Trying to mask the mess of emotion he was feeling while his pulse betrayed him. It wasnt the spiders fault he looked so... inviting. He was out of place, cornered and still trying to learn how to walk. When the ooze reached out to touch him he flinched. And with the way his 'host' was eyeing the hybrid he felt as if he was dinner.

Being eaten was not on his agenda... cold fingers across his senitive chest only made his heart beat faster, building slient rage. Then his eyes fell on that tongue and mouth... listening to him speak as that cold feeling settled in his chest. That bizarre dream he had wasnt such a dream. A look of confusion slowly began to turn into one of vivid and horrifying understanding. It was coming back to him in bits and pieces, the willingness to give himself up to a gooey, dripping and vicious looking creature. Alaric had given himself up to his savior but now he was beginning to regret his choices. Deeply.

"You... saved me." Was all he would admit to. Anything past that point was a dark green haze. Recalling how he was sinking his fingers into the oozes body and sharing a few words... then he was here. "But now... I have the feeling you want something..." Being this slimes pet... what did that mean? A slave? A dog to play fetch with? Eitherway now that he was regaining his right state of mind he knew this may not be something he had wanted.

Turning his gaze away from Ozias, trying to ignore his tongue, his dripping maw that could possibly swallow him whole. Wishing this was just another part of his dream world. Crossing his arms over his chest... and almost pouting.

The ooze creature looked down at the hybrid… it has been a long time he haven’t looked or touched at someone from this close with no hostile intentions whatsoever. He had long forgotten what it was like. There was a warmth to it all. He could touch it, talk to it and he wouldn’t get angry at him... he liked it that way... he didn’t want it to end... that’s why he brought him here against his will... He knew the two of them were in the “same boat” as beasts being hunted down by today’s wretched society who wouldn’t let them snack on a villager or two... but he doubted he’d want to share his life with him... but his plaything... his pet... his slave who would, obviously have some “extras”. Ozias was no tyrannical lord, but he liked being in control... being on top, being dominant. The word slaved seemed appealing to the hybrid because it somehow matched his future role...

-What I want from you...? Everything...

He added as his tongue lolled lower, taking a lick on his neck.

-You’re all mine... And I want it to be like that for a long time... I want you to be my personal... slave...

The sludge lizard smirked at the sound of this...

-Yesss... I do believe that is the correct word... You’ll live here with me, you’ll follow me...

His eyes narrowed as his oozing maw got closer to Recluse’s left ear as he whispered those few sinister words of his...

-I’ll make you learn your place...

He then drew his head as he then gazed intensively in his new possession’s eyes.

-And there’s nothing you’ll do about it... isn’t that right? You seem so... frail... so... breakable and lost. Let me be your light in this dark world... the only thing you have to do is follow it... and submit...

He added as he dropped his slimy, cool hand on his chest, wiggling his fingers in his fuzz some more... He simply loved seeing Alaric wiggling under his hand like that...

The way the ooze stared at him with a smile that was mending and comprehensive at the same time was making the spider uncomfortable. Nervous. It was as if the slime lizard was considering his options. Recluse would assure the slime that he was in no way edible. He was much too stringy, unappealing to ones taste buds! But the next words out of the reptiles dripping maw made the hybrids stomach tie in knots. This....being wanted everything from him? Alaric had little to offer other then... himself. Eyes widened as that long, lolling tongue neared him... then made contact.

Clenching his jaw to keep from making any sounds that would feed his captors twisted amusement. Rather hypocritical of him really, seeing at time the spider liked to play with his food. Just another show of karma. Then came the word 'slave' that made the spiders heart sink. That one word making death sound so much better. Narrowing his eyes at the gooey, dripping beast. Baring his fangs, the thick ebony pair would have looked imposing to humans and even most animals but it was most likely ineffective toward the ooze. Beads of his highly toxic venom forming at the ends of his curved incisors.

Alaric the Recluse was fearsome! He was the monster, the creature that others should fear and flee from! But... here he was at the mercy of another who didn't even have a complete form... and could so easily have the arachnid quivering over just a few choice words. He'd refuse to 'learn his places at time soon. Even if Ozias had saved him he had no right to do this to him.

And the spider had no intention of just rolling over either.

But instant contact when his underbelly and those cool, dripping fingers left him breathless. Good thing too, he was about to spit in the oozes face which would have probably made these matters worse. Cheeks darkened, hands rising to shove those gooey hands away. "I am NO ONES pet or slave. You will not... bend me to your will." Defiant as always. Trying to wiggle free to slip away... on legs that still refused to work.

The slime lizard knew that the spider wouldn’t accept his fate which, however, seemed so obvious. Why was he resisting? Just by looking at him he could already see a being screaming for a master... but was denying it all just for “principles” or because of one spider’s little pride... If that was the case, he’ll have to make him understand, one way or the other, to swallow those back and welcome his new destiny. The ooze creature then listened and looked as Recluse was protesting and trying to move himself out of his bed in vain... his limbs still completely numb. And he would remain like that for at least another full hour. The sight of it all amused Ozias very much.

-Don’t make me laugh... you’re not fooling anyone. That will of yours is just as malleable as soft clay...

He added as he let out yet another chuckle. The slime creature then bent forward as he laid his left hand on the mattress, giving him some balance as the rest of his body followed, going over Recluse, his body sitting down on Alaric’s lower-waist section as he then let his own slime melt lose shape as the cool, soft liquid slurred all over his slave. The slime then oozed over the hybrid’s legs, his own lizard tail wrapping and melting around the sludge that was already covering the spider’s limbs, adding to the thickness and restrain. His upper body that was still more-or-less composed then arched forward as strand of ooze gooped down on his partner. His big oozing paw then pressed on Recluse’s fuzzy chest as it because of the added pressure that was meant to keep him pinned down under his slimy grasp. The ooze also kept his drug level as low as he could so the hybrid would keep all his wits.

-Why trying to stand up and prove yourself when lying down is so much easier... allow me to demonstrate...


Ozias then closed in as his slimy maw approached the spider’s mouth. Seeing that this one was close, the ooze creature’s slime began tightening around his spider’s body as it then began to shift, caressing every part of him that had been covered by the soft sludge. As soon as his prey would gasp or let his mouth open, the ooze would take the opportunity to quickly press his oozing liquid lips against his and slip his long, reprehensible, muddy tongue inside his mouth, caressing, exploring his mouth...

Ozias' words only fed the arachnids inner rage. Not about to allow some... thing to talk down to him like this! Malleable as clay my ass! The coming from one who was drippy and mud like! Not stopping his attempts to wiggle free. Hands crawling at the ooze that held down his chest, still the pressure and sensation creating conflicting feelings. The more he tough back the faster his heart beat, pulse rose and inadvertently increasing the sensitivity in his underside...

Panic rising faster as all that sticky, slimy body began to press down on his waist and curl up around his body. His very... nude body. Where were his pants? He could remember ruining his robe but his pants? "Bastard.. get OFF ME!" With nothing to shield him from it Recluse was able to feel every bit of the the slimes cool caress. Like fingers trailing over every bare inch of skin only.. more and happening all at once. His breathing hitched, body stirring against his will, arching up against the palm holding him down. Any of his natural defenses would be utterly useless this close... and he was sure it would only prove to entice the reptilian sludge further if his involinatry shudders and whimpers didn't.

When Ozias tightened the hybrid couldn't help but gasp, instant reaction even when that dripping, drooling muzzle was so close. And there was no time to stop the winding, slippery tongue that forced itself inside the spiders mouth. Alaric mumbled and raged against his captors lips, his own tongue refusing to accept the almost intoxicating taste that invaded him. Tears forcing in the edge of his eyes, telling himself he didn't want it... despite how easily his body said otherwise. Even with little to no drugs involved he couldn't deny he... enjoyed the thought of being dominated.

The sensations of the goo sliding across his bare skin. But he had lived too long being on top to just simply submit. Shaking his head violently to break the kiss, gasping for air he desperately needed.

And to be honest, he had never engaged in such acts with another male before... well was Ozias a male? Recluse could only assume and... hope. There was that dark, twisted, morbid need that built itself up with each passing moment. The spider had always been a hunter and with the tables turned and him on the bottom he wondered, no, fantasied how this would turn out. But that was just it, a fantasy. Succumbing just wasn't something he was ready to do even when his body ached and twitched in the slimes hold. "Get... off!"

The slime creature broke the kiss to let his spider breathe… he didn’t want to suffocate him either. Stand of ooze and saliva oozed down as he slowly retracted his tongue and looked down at his slave in the making... yesss... already he could see that defiance in those deep purple eyes of his dimming out... that tear rolling down his cheek adding to his conclusion. The hybrid wasn’t only him now fighting his own self. The sludge lizard knew at this point that he had won... he wasn’t done with him and still had much up his sleeves... Licking the tear off his cheek, the ooze then arched forward as he cooed softly into his ear once more...

-When you’re fighting your own desires... it’s already a losing battle.

The slime creature, pushing his partner down and slightly tightening his grip as he began to struggle some more, the ooze then concentrated his slime to buildup some more pressure around his partner’s more... private area, shifting his ooze around it, the cool liquid caressing his manhood with such delicacy, making up and down pulsations. The sight of his pray struggling helplessly under his liquid mass, defeated, was more than enough for his own length to began forming itself, starting as a formless dripping bump as it then grew larger and obscenely long.

Putting his own oozing hand against his manhood as he gave it a few strokes, his tongue slurped his lips as green ooze, which could be considered as pre began to pour down quite generously over his powerless spider’s visage. Controlling Alaric’s arm with his ooze, Ozias lifted his hand as he sunk his partner’s digits into his member, the feeling of having something intrusive inside such a sensible area made him moan in pleasure as his dripping maw parted open.

-Ghyyyaaahh...

Gulping down as he then looked back at Recluse, the ooze creature smirked at him as he then spoke...

-Your master gives you the acquiescence and honor to touch it... do it.

No, he'd refuse to give in like this. He wasn't some weak and defenseless human with a will that could be broken easy... but it was true. The slime could read him. The want for freedom couldn't overpower that sick and twisted urge to see just how far this depravity could go. Turning his face away from that tongue again. He already felt defiled he didn't need to feel that tormenting, writhing tongue sliding against his overly heated skin. The sensations sending quick sparks of pleasure down his spine and feeding his unwanted desires.

"A-aahn.." Hips bucking wildly into the ooze that caressed his length. Head tilted back and feeling his mind loosing the last bits of his sanity. For who in their right mind would just let this happen? And he couldn't blame the drugs, not this time. How he felt and the sounds he made was all on his own. More tears forming in the ends of his eyes, wishing he had more control over such primal urges that had not place between them. Gasping as his shaft throbbed and was left in the mercy of the slowly pulsating slime. As for the length of his Master, he had no hint of it... until it was just about staring him in the face.

The first thing that instantly came to mind was, 'ouch.'

But it wouldn't end with just the view, against his will his fingers sank into the thick, dripping length. Disgusted by how it dibbled and splat against him and ran over his fingers... at how it looked so inviting. Looking up at the reptilian sludge before he started the slow stroked. Up and down, kneading the clay like form between his slim digits. Even without the lizards guidance he... knew how this worked. Mimicking the feeling that was overwhelming him. But he'd take it a step further... He'd blame his fucked up genetics... and the fact he was sure he'd done things much more terrible in his life. There was no escape from this... might as well enjoy.

It was a matter of leaning in, just a bit, to slide his tongue across the surface of that sensitive bit of ooze. Licking only a part of it, And instantly he regretted it. His tongue feeling the natural effects and going numb while some of that dripping mess rolled down his lips. Turning his face away...

As recluse dove his hands into his oozing member, the slime creature’s tongue lolled out of his mouth completely as his body arched slightly backward. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had actually done this to him... nearly all of his previous victims had rejected his “special offer” and chose death over swallowing their pride... and those he had fooled thinking they would get out by doing him a treat were less than convincing, barely doing anything, crying all their tears out of their body, pleading for mercy... hence why he had absorbed them too.

Alaric’s tears on the other hand were... different... so was his protesting... HE was actually learning, accepting his role where others were just doing it, clinging to the hope they would live another day.

And what about those slow, gentle and rhythmic ups and downs the spider was offering him... If Ozias didn’t know better he would’ve tough he was used doing that. It’s only when that tongue reached for his fully erected member that the sludge lizard lost it, letting a deep moan as his eyes closed in pure bliss... even his body was slurring, melting from everywhere; his mind was clouded by pleasure, keeping his body well-defined had become quite the challenge.

As a reward, the ooze creature’s pulsations around his partner’s fully grown erection quickened in pace as his ooze tightened around it slightly more. He even began to literally shift the liquid around it from left to right. Then, after gaining back some of his own self control, Ozias looked down at his spider whom had stopped licking his length. Coping the back of his head as he approached it closer from his oozing manhood, the sludge creature then took a long, cool and slimy lick from his chest up to his neck and chin as he then stared intensively at his pet.

-That’s right, don’t be shy... you can keep going, it won’t bite you...

The spider flinched and bucked beneath the ooze that slurred down on his body. Not realizing how he was effecting the slime just the slime was effecting him. Only stopping his hands slow strokes when he felt his own length reach new levels of pleasure. His eyes rolling back, bowing his body as the ooze throbbed around his body. At this rate he wouldn't last much longer... Alaric was surprised to have last as long as he had under the weight and slippery wet caress of the pulsating ooze.

His own whimpers and muffled moans blocking out the deep, dominating moans of his master atop of him. Ashamed of the fact he was... enjoying this. Putting aside his self loathing... faced with that long, reptilian tongue again. Shuddering, feeling his restraints, which were already weakened, break down. Staring at what the sludge lizard expected from him... feeling the sensitive slime throb under his fingers. A slow realization came to his lust clouded mind. It was as if he had some control in this madness.. giving the dripping length a hard squeeze before leaning in and give him a long, slow lick. Trying hard not to gag as pre dripped over his tongue, lips and chin. A sticky mess.

If he could just end this he could end the risk of having this imposing length... used elsewhere. Uping the stakes, releasing the seals on his tattoos... another pair of arms reaching out to grip and slide along Ozias' muddy shaft. Tongue flicking around what could only be described as the head, the soft pink muscle dipping into the source of the monsters seemingly unending mess of pre.

Recluse gave an involuntary shudder, his entire body bowing within the confines of the slimes constricting body. The pressure was too much, his hands locking tight around his captors member while his own finally found release. Thick waves of milky white seed fading into the oozes hold..

Ozias watched as Recluse listened and took yet another lick, this time, with obviously more passion to it as it pretty much made his whole length... starting from the base to the very tip of it. The sludge creature couldn’t help but express his pleasure as he once more let out a long, low and soft moan, his eyes narrowing as his tongue was still lolling out of his mouth. It’s only when he felt a second... and a third pair of hands taking hold of his manhood that he looked down. Ozias then realized that he was now using those hidden pairs of arms to please his master... something he was now enjoying quite well right now. Though, he knew what he was up to. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet...

When all his partner’s hands gripped his erection tightly as his fingers sank in it and his body stiffened, the sludge lizard felt this hot liquid being poured in his cool mass. Chuckling softly as he arched forward, the ooze whispered...

-See what you’ve been missing...

He said as he then began to unglue himself from him. He then shifted his ooze under the spider and slowly turned his limp body around.

-But we’re not done yet... nice try, though.

The slime lizard then slid his two hands on the hybrid’s belly as he brought his partner toward him, positioning him into a kneeling position, Ozias’ length resting on his back, rubbing itself gently against his bums as ooze poured down between the two. He then pressed the tip of his member on his entry.

-I hope you’re ready... here I come.

Arching forward, letting his own weight to the job, the sludge lizard’s shaft added pressure until the spider’s hole could no longer bear the pressure. The second the tip of it slid inside, the naturally lubricated member immediately sunk a few inches as it slowed down shortly after, reaching a curve. His reprehensible member then worked its way around it as it went down even deeper, inches by inches, impaling his slave as his thick, cool manhood rubbed itself against his inner walls.

-Gh-gahaahh...

The slime lizard then grabbed his partner’s hips as he then pulled himself toward him, helping himself to sink in the last few inches that were left. Ozias’ belly was now resting against Recluse’s back, the ooze then cooed a few words into his left ear.

-So how are we feeling... slave?

The spider was still writhing around in the euphoric feeling of his orgasm. His hands falling away from his captors still throbbing, dripping length. Gasping, chest rising and falling with quick intakes of breath. Recluse had thought it was over, hoping. But when the slime pulled away and freed his body he had thought his silent pleas were answered and this was finally over. He had nothing to give, spent and wanting to just... sort out how he felt about this.

But Alaric wouldn't be given the chance. Before he could regain his borings he was being flipped onto his stomach and then all fours. Ozias last words haunting and giving the spider just enough of a warning of what was going to come next. And the feeling of that thick, heavy length against his back and press up against his rear brought new heat to his cheeks and coldness in his chest. Shaking his head, his startling white hair falling over his face. "No... no!" He wasn't ready! He wasn't even sure if he could take it... this was his first time. Ever.

"Please... stop!" The hybrid cried out, begging his captor to stop, it hurt. Tight, too tight! The pressure forcing down on his untouched hole till his body gave in. He couldn't describe the sensation of being filled by a near liquid mass that pressed deeper then imaginable and stretched him to a painful degree. Hands grasping at the bedding beneath him. Head down, unable to scream his rage, frustration. Being taken so viciously... had only stiffened his already straining member.

Those last few inches forced a lewd, uncontrollable moan from his lips... unable to move without feeling like he was going to be ripped in two. Thankful he could hide his pain and bitter tears between his white bangs. Hissing in response to Ozias' question. The ooze would have no idea how utterly full and consumed he felt... how his walls where like a vice, refusing to make this easy, for either of them.

Seeing Recluse beg for mercy under his ooze only made Ozias’ wicked need for lust even bigger. Of course, although he was enjoying himself, the slime lizard, which could sense every single ripple of Alaric’s insides, made sure not to hurt him by growing his length too thick... there was no need of doing that. Where was the fun if the only thing your sex partner felt was pain? And either way... he would get use to it... the only thing the sludge creature needed to do in order to make things more... pleasurable was to draw back... and go in once more, slowly, which would give the chance for the spider’s inners to adapt.

-Mmhh... you’re doing great... I’m proud of you...

He added as he pushed in once more; ooze slurring on each side of the hybrid’s entry. His dripping arms reached for Recluse as they slowly lassoed themselves over and under his shoulders, Ozias then arched forward as he rested on his slave’s back, covering him with cool, greeny clay as only the slime beast’s hips moved with slow, rhythmic humps that eventually started to go faster as his pleasure grew. His tongue reaching out for his lover’s neck as he took several lick out of it... his slimy maw was eventually trying to “bite” him as it clenched close between Alaric’s left shoulder and neck, his eyes shut in pure bliss. Eventually feeling his own climax begging for release, Ozias gave in one final thrust as highly concentrated drug infused ooze began pouring down generously out of his shaft into his new possession.

-Gh-gha-haaaaahh...

The sludge being, having a hard time to keep his form as he melted all over his slave then gave in several other jerky humps as the rest of the never-ending flow of “cum” poured out of his length, filling the spider as the excess eventually leaked out. Sliding off his back, the slime lizard then fell on his side, holding his pet firmly into his slimy grasp, his erection still inside of him... The warm feeling of the hybrid quivering walls was quite pleasant... he would pull himself off completely only when he would feel like it...

-Thank you... I needed this.

He added as his arms, which were now around his fuzzy torso pulled him closer to him, sinking him deeper into his sludge. Those two days of walking and this recent... activity had drained Ozias of energy... his eyelids began to close as he slowly fell asleep... though, his grip was still very-well present... and the drugs pumped into the spider would soon enough give him yet another major buzz...

"A-aahn.. std... uhn!" Just as Ozias felt every quiver and clench of his pets walls so did Recluse feel every once of his masters length slide in and out of him. Wincing as the first few thrust loosened him up. Though the spider would learn to be thankful for the slime coating that lacked the painful friction of skin. The pain would have been unbearable then. His body rocking along with the beasts, keeping his head down to avoid letting the ooze watching his change in expression.

As he slowly grew used to size and push and pull his focus lessened on the pain... he refused to believe he was enjoying this. Biting his lip, denying those deep, needy moans that rumbled in his chest. With the slime weight on his back he leaned forward more, his hot body shuddering from the cool sensations that only added more to the conflict in the spiders already frazzled mind. Being this close the hybrid Ozias would have to hear him now. Feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest, skin flushed, body writhing.. all the signs of his enjoyment. The wet licks and bite weren't helping. Lips parted in a breathless gasp. Knowing his captor wasn't far off from his release, feeling the telltale signs... the heavy throb and quick jerks. The sweet pulsating end...

Recluse moaned a octave below his masters, masking the sound. His stomach in knots and feeling sick when he felt the cool liquid invade him, coat his walls and drip so lewdly from his body. The drugs in his system almost instantly kicking in. Pulled onto his side he laid in the arms of his assailant. Unable to move beyond flailing his arms and maybe his hips. Two days of rest had left him with excess energy so sleep wouldn't grace him with its dark caress... not that he would be able to sleep in his current.... condition.

The reptilian slime might have gotten himself off but he seemed to have forgotten all about the spider. He was still sporting a hard on and he couldn't blame it all on the licks, bite and caress on his underside. At once point those thrust brushed over a sensitive spot.. over and over again. Fuck... he wanted his release. So close to his peak but denied it. And the ooze was too preoccupied to notice. "I hate you.." Muttering under his breath viciously. And so he waited... waited for his rapist to slip off to sleep.

The first reaction was to try and escape. The looping ooze around him keeping him anchored firmly in place and the drug once more effecting his mind. Eyelids drooping, feeling his resolve weaken. Clawing at the ooze with no results. Jerking his body to try and loosen the hold. A low groan and quick jab of pleasure shot up his pine. Ozias was still so deep, firm and rested in just the right spot. Looking over his shoulder to see if the ooze noticed. No, still asleep. The spider had time to kill and nowhere to go... giving in to his own satisfaction. All he needed to do was rock his hips... back and forth.. tighten and loosen his muscles. His breathing growing deeper, a heavy flush came to his cheeks. Feeling the drug gush inside of him along with the sleeping oozes member. Slow, agonizingly slow to keep from waking his captor. Hand cupping himself, fingers sliding along the thick length. He'd be at it til he got his release, and lay awake til his captor removed himself.