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He’d always hated these sorts of places. The air was thick and heavy, he could hear all manner of beasts scuttling around the damp halls, vague shapes dimly lit but the sunlight peaking through the cracks in the thick stone walls.
‘This was the last one, the last key piece, the last ruin, the last adventure,’ Zegram thought to himself over and over, repeating like a mantra to keep his sanity. He was almost there, he just needed them to collect this last one and he was out of there. ‘The last one, last one-‘
“Zegram! Look I found elixirs!” A shout piercing through the subtle hum of the Leo King’s ruins, bouncing off the stone, echoing in Zegram’s skull, aggravating the headache he’d been nursing. He whipped around to see a familiar annoying face bounding up to him.
“Want a bomb or somethin? Cause I don’t think you woke up every beast on Juraika!” He hissed lowly through clenched teeth.
“Sorry…” Jaster whispered, his eyes darting around the cavernous hall, as if remembering they weren’t on some fun field trip.
“These chests have been here for years, pretty sure they’ll be here on the way back kid.” Zegram turned on his heel, rubbing his temple. Stars above, how he wished he’d snuck a flask off the ship. Jaster insisted on scavenging every inch of these places, every planet, every ruin, he just had to comb every square inch.
“Well yeah, but we need supplies, you never know what could happen, especially with Seed running around, the crazy beasts we’ve been encountering, all the-.”
“That’s what shops and merchants are for.”
“Yeah but there’s good weapons too-“
“Ain’t that what that annoying talking blob is for?”
“Yeah but-“
Zegram whipped around and glared at that annoying face. Sometimes he really wished he could just give him a taste of the real world, dampen that annoying positivity just for a few minutes. Jaster tightened his lips, holding back another retort. Zegram sighed and turned back around, the others were probably at the end of the ruin already, wherever it was. They could have been done by now and off this muggy and humid hunk of rock, why couldn’t Kisala or even that walking bucket of bolts hang back with him? Why Zegram? He heard Jaster following behind a moment after, mumbling something under his breath. Zegram didn’t care, he didn’t care at all. He just wanted it all to be over. Jaster sped up his stride, not wanting to stand next to the grump he was stuck traveling with. Zegram always seemed so annoyed with him and he never knew why, part of him wanted to know, but Jaster could never bring himself to ask. Jaster heard more activity around him, knew the beasts were circling, but luckily none had sprung them yet. There was something in the air, making it thicker than normal, he could feel the magic buzzing in the air. Maybe that was what made Zegram more frustrating than normal?
Zegram’s nerves grew more on edge as they walked further in, glancing up at the path above them. Jaster’s curiosity took them underneath the well-lit path, asserting there was likely some amazing supplies tucked away in the shadowy underbelly of the ruin. He could feel something was watching them, was it that monochrome science project again? Was it the witch? He didn’t like this. They were basically lost in a dark cavern, away from the rest of the team, trapped in a castle where everything wanted to kill them. Seeing movement, Zegram glanced down, his eye catching a slithering motion, leaving small ripples in the musty puddles beneath them. His hand began creeping toward his sword, watching the vines interlacing the floors and walls. Was it a beast? Some freaky insector? It was then he noticed, more and more vines lay ahead of them, he swore there weren’t this many before… they weren’t vines. They were too smooth, some sort of mucus giving them an unnatural sheen. Shit. They were wandering into something, and Zegram didn’t want to find out what. His head whipped around to see Jaster about to step down, right on a tendril of this thing.
Jaster was suddenly pulled back, nearly toppling into the man behind him. Jaster was about to yell at him when a gloved hand covered his mouth. It was then he realized, Zegram was sensing something. His body looked tight, eye darting back and forth. He slowly pulled his hand away from his face. “What is it?”
“Look around kid, notice anything weird?” Zegram’s low voice murmured. Jaster began glancing this way and that, there seemed to be less beasts here, it was quiet, almost muffled, there was still some sort of rumble, the sound of small stones being disturbed, there was a lack of life, but that was it.
“Yeah, a whole lot of nothing, you aren’t getting jumpy on me right Zegram?” Jaster felt himself relax, turning away from him.
“Hey, wait!” Zegram reached out, but he was a second too late. Jaster strode forward, stepping on the tendril with a disgusting squelch. Jaster lifted his boot, realizing he just made a mistake. They heard more skittering now, more of a rumble, and neither wanted to find out what made those noises. The two men took off, hands on their swords, darting around more of those tendrils, now fully animated and lashing about. Zegram figured whatever the kid just stomped on must be blind, those vines were searching for them. His eye darted around, trying to find the source of these things, the source of that deep rumble, but there was too much movement, it was too dark. Damn this kid, he could have been out of here already.
“Ah!” Suddenly Jaster fell, his sword skittering across the ground, his leg tangled in those green vines. Damn it! Zegram lifted his blade, aiming far enough from Jaster’s leg, but the beast pulled the blond away. Damn it! He could hear the kid muttering curses, but it was so damn dark down here. Zegram summoned the familiar magic to his hand, igniting a flame just large enough to see around him, the beast seemed to have settled, he could see those things still creeping, but slowly now.
“Scream if you’re still alive kid.” Zegram waited, he heard him, muffled, but he was here, didn’t sound like he was hurting. Zegram crept forward, deeper into the shadows, if this beast was blind, it would settle where it was dark, right? He picked up Jaster’s sword, the weight unfamiliar in his hand and followed the sound of muffled yelling. Those vines seemed to get more plentiful down here, no doubt he was far from the rest of the group by now, Lilika would never have allowed a beast like this to get away, knowing there would likely be a bounty on it’s head. Zegram watched the walls as the vine things seemed to undulate and slither past him. He wanted to go faster, but he had to watch his footing, make sure this thing didn’t know he was here.
“Ugh, get off, ah, let go already you stupid-“ There he was, that walking headache, Zegram heaved a sigh of relief. This kid was the key to those relics, he can’t die to some random beast. Zegram followed into a cavern far under the path above, the vines were even more dense here, the air heavy with a suffocating musk. He finally entered the main room beyond the tight hallway, squeezing past more vines, careful not to disturb them. He glanced up to see the blond, throughly tangled above him. The vines snaked around his body, exploring what prey they had caught. Damn it, this was going to be a headache.
“Zegram! Get me down from here!”
“The hell? Not even a please? After all the crap you’ve put me through on this-“
“Zegram! Ah!” Jaster twitched and tensed, he hated this. He could feel the vines around him, exploring him, they tightened around his limbs, rendering them useless, he could feel them start snaking through his amour, underneath, the mucus cold on his skin. “Damn it Zegram, I swear by the gods, get me out of here!”
“Give me a minute kid, we’re kinda outnumbered here.” Zegram crept through the cavern, searching for some body, some mass that had to be at the center of this thing. “If I can find this thing’s heart, we got nothin to worry about and can skip on out of here, otherwise, we can enjoy getting torn to pieces or some other brutal murder. Hey, maybe we can haunt this place too, won’t that be fun?”
“Zeg-ah!” Jaster’s breath caught in his throat. Zegram turned to see him, twitching in the tangle of tentacles. They found his bare skin, creeping across him, brushing the inside of his legs, tickling his nipples with a cold slimy trail. Jaster cursed himself as his heart beat quickened, he could feel the natural reaction of his body beginning to stir. Jaster had heard stories of beasts doing all sorts of unimaginable things to people, he didn’t want to experience anything this slimy mess of tendrils had to offer. He tried pulling against the vines, shifting his weight, but to no avail, the vines tightened around his arms and legs, continuously creeping across his skin. He opened an eye to see Zegram searching fervently on the walls, peeking into each bundle of tentacles carefully to avoid disturbing them. Well at least the ship’s grumpiest crew member wouldn’t see him like this. Did he want him to? After all Zegram wasn’t the worst man to look at, he wondered how he sounded, how he felt, wait did he even like men? Jaster cursed to himself. He could feel his body responding more and more and the vines began pushing aside his armor, his clothes, weight falling off of him as his pack and parts of his armor fell to the ground. Jaster looked down to see the vines had exposed his chest snaking down further as they began toying with the waist of his pants. His mind began to fog with steamy thoughts, these travels kept him busy, he didn’t have time to-
“Ah!” The vines finally crept under his pants, their slimy girth unlatching his belt, pushing his pants down to his boots, exposing himself to the humid musty air. Zegram turned back, meeting Jaster’s eyes, seeing the young man, panting, body flushing, skin wet from whatever this beast had coated itself in. Zegram’s eye darted down, seeing the vines start to explore more of Jaster’s exposed skin. He quickly turned back to his search, trying to avoid the image of Jaster’s growing shame being burned into his brain. Jaster almost found himself disappointed when Zegam turned away, he felt his body warming against the cold slime, he wanted Zegram’s eye to take him in, to watch as his member began twitching and growing as a vine twisted around, undulating against him, just beginning to pump him, the mucus causing it to slide up and down in just the right places. He wondered what Zegram would look like in this position, helpless and horny. He wondered what Zegram sounded like, he-
“Nrgh,” Jaster clenched his jaw against a moan, the mucus must have some sort of aphrodisiac, his brain fogged more with lewd thoughts and it was getting harder to fight them. It no longer felt cold, but warmed his skin, leaving a tingling sensation. Everything felt so sensitive, so much more than before, even what clothes remained on him felt like too much, everything was too warm, everything tingled.
“Ah-ah gods…” Jaster couldn’t fight against the shameful noises escaping his mouth, everything was too much, his muscles wouldn’t struggle anymore, though he willed them too. His mind fogged more, he wanted to cum, he wanted to burst, but the build was slow, he wanted to be ready, but the way the beast crawled along his hot skin was just enough to build, and nothing more.
“There you are.” Zegram mumbled, he could see some sort of mass, tucked in a hollowed out crevice, protected under a lattice of thick tentacles. Trying to avoid listening to the kid’s building moans and pants, Zegram examined the vines. He could probably hack through these quickly, a fire spell on his blade should distract it enough to buy him time. But would he have time to get his blade through this thing’s heart, if it even was there? Slowly setting down Jaster’s sword, Zegram unlatched his blade, the familiar weight greeting him, he tightened his grip on the hilt, and set his stance, he would need one good swing, anything less would open him up to attack, no telling what it would do to Jaster.
“Ah! Ah! Wait! I-“ Jaster’s moans picked up, but Zegram refused to turn back, focus on the swing, focus on where his blade needed to go, he summoned warmth to the blade, feeling the growing flame behind him, another loud moan from Jaster, and he settled into his stance when Zegram’s front foot slid into a puddle of mucus and bumped into something squishy.
“Shit!” A vine lashed out, trapping Zegram’s hands against the hilt just as he began to swing down, causing him to miss the mass of tendrils, only slicing a few vines, drawing a cry from the beast. Zegram pulled against the vines, if he could reach the kid’s blade, he could still get through, but his hands were trapped. He felt vines snake up his legs, trapping him where he stood. “Damn it!” Zegram tried to wrestle from the beast, tried to summon fire to his trapped hands when suddenly his gravity shifted. Suddenly the world was upside down and Zegram looked down at the ground, his sword far out of his reach. Zegram cursed to himself. He searched for Jaster to glare at the naive excuse for a pirate, instead seeing Jaster lost in himself. He shamelessly moaned and panted against the tentacles, no longer fighting as a vine delicately toyed with his nipples, caressed his skin, and pulsed against his member. Zegram looked away, eye darting along his own body as the vines crept up his legs, Zegram tried to summon flame to his hands again, knowing he couldn’t free them otherwise. Just as he felt warmth building in his hands, a thick vine crept onto his face, blocking his nose. He struggled to move it away, holding his breath as long as he could. He knew deep down, all this thing needed was one opening, and Zegram wasn’t going to give it one. A vine twisted around his neck, another tightened around his waist, he struggled and fought, but he needed air. Finally Zegram gasped and the vine darted into his mouth. The thick slimy mass wriggling and twisting in his mouth, despite Zegram’s muffled protest. He felt the cool mucus begin coating his tongue, Zegram felt the tingle in his mouth and immediately felt something was wrong. The back of his brain screamed at him, knowing he was being drugged, knowing he was going to be at this thing’s mercy. Zegram fought against his restraints, he was the greatest mercenary in the galaxy, not some horny beast’s living sex toy.
Jaster opened his eyes to see Zegram in front of him, upside down, utterly helpless. A thick tentacle forcing into his mouth muffled his cursing, but Jaster could tell Zegram was pissed, eye darting around searching for his escape, his hands sparking with embers, but unable to ignite. The remaining rational part of his mind told him to look away, but he couldn’t, maybe he didn’t want to after all. He watched the vines push aside Zegram’s loosened coat, exposing his well-defined chest, twisting around Zegram’s waist and his last weapon, his shurikens. With a metallic click, the holder fell from Zegram’s writhing form, drawing more muffled curses as it hit the ground, far beyond either of them. The sash around Zegram’s waist also immediately loosing and beginning to fall way, exposing more and more of Zegram’s skin. Jaster couldn’t help it, it must have been the mucus or the horniness, but his eyes traced along Zegram’s struggling muscles, following the curve of his tattoos, along to his face. He saw the flush starting on his skin, knew Zegram must be starting to feel it too. Thin vines twisted around him, finding his nipples and quickly twisting, as if punishing him for fighting. Zegram’s back arched and a muffled cry caught in his throat.
Zegram fought as much as he could, feeling his muscles growing sore, his nipples twisted and toyed by this damn beast. He struggled against the aphrodisiac creeping into his brain, almost begging the magic under his skin to respond. The blood was rushing to his head, making him dizzy, he could feel his mind fog, but still he fought. He’d been drugged before, he’d been wasted before, he knew he could keep his wits about him, eye still searching for an opening. He didn’t feel the vines creep under his pants until they found him. The sudden cool stimulation drew a cry from him, breaking his concentration. They twisted up his length, mucus coating him, causing the vines to slip up and down, trying to grip him. Damn it, that felt good. Zegram’s eye found Jaster’s gaze, seeing the peppy blond now fully flushed, slowly humping against the beast’s wrap on his shaft. Jaster’s eyes were completely clouded with lust, taking in all of Zegram before closing again, his moans growing louder and beginning to bounce off the walls, damn it. He wouldn’t be any help. Zegram focused on anything other than the slippery stroking, anything other than the growing sensitivity of his entire body, the pounding in his head making him more and more dizzy. He was so tired, he wanted to just give in, but he knew he couldn’t. Zegram glanced down at himself, watching as another vine joined in stroking and twisting him, another explored under that, wriggling past his balls. Zegram knew where it was going and was powerless to stop it.
A loud moan caused Jaster to open his eyes, Zegram twitched and wrestled in front of him, back arched, as a thick and slimy vine pushed into him, as his shaft was pumped, as his nipples were twisted, still his hands sparked. Zegram struggled against it, biting as hard as he could against the vine in his mouth. Zegram didn’t care if the blood of this thing was poisonous, he was not going to be this thing’s fuck toy. Zegram spat out the thick chunk he bit off, finally clearing his mouth, spitting out whatever this thing left behind. Zegram’s chest heaved, finally taking in air though it was quick pants. He clenched his jaw, trapping moans, he was not going to be so vulnerable in front of the kid he despised the most. Finally, he felt magic building in his hands, enough to build a flame.
“Ah!” A moan Zegram never knew he was capable of escaped him and the thick tentacle pushed against something inside himself. The pressure against it, the tingle of the mucus on his skin, Zegram felt himself grow harder still, despite his mind protesting. He could take most things, but not there, a beast violating him there, it was unbearable. “Ah fuck! Shit, you fucking piece of- ah!” Zegram lost himself, he didn’t know where he was anymore, every sensitive part of himself cried for more, vines slipped over the head of his shaft, right where it was the most sensitive, but slipped off, over and over, up and down, never giving him enough, he struggled, unsure if he wanted it to stop anymore. The girth stretching him continued to push, building more mucus to travel into his unexplored insides, it wriggled in and out, in and out, continually pushing against that sensitive mass inside him over and over. Zegram had never felt more ashamed, his body desperate for more still, his mind screaming, fully exposed now and desperate for more in front of that damn kid.
The tentacles began shifting and moving, finally giving the pair a break. They panted, finally feeling the slimy tendrils move away from their sensitive skin, still restraining them but loosening.
“Shit,” Zegram panted, his mind spinning as the pressure inside him finally left. “You better be done you piece of shit!” Zegram glanced back up at Jaster, who finally seemed to be coming out of it. “You ah, still there kid?”
“Yeah, I’m, I’m fine, I think.” Jaster’s mind was still flooded with desire, his body still begging for more, but the break in stimulation helped clear his mind. But the relief was short lived. The vines twisted and tightened, pulling the two together. At this point, Zegram was happy to be right side up, grateful for the blood to finally course through the rest of his veins. The tentacles twisted more, binding the two close together. Zegram felt Jaster pressing against him, felt his pulsing shaft next to his own, never mind, this was much worse. Their faces were only a breath apart, able to take in the shame on both of their faces. Zegram winced as he felt the vines creeping across his skin again, knowing what was coming.
“Next time you want to go exploring, don’t” Zegram panted, his breath tickling Jaster’s ear. Jaster wanted to respond, but his breath caught as vines twisted back around both their shafts, trapping them together, slipping and pulsing against each other. The beast forcing against them, humping them against each other. Jaster had never realized how wide Zegram’s chest was, how thick the muscles were, how thick Zegram was down there. Damn it, if he was still interested in men after this, he wanted to feel Zegram inside him, to feel him streach around that thick muscle. Instead a vine did, another forcing in to Zegram at the same time. Both men cried out, louder even than before, the high coming back in full force, all they could smell was the thick musk of the beast, the sweat and need coming off of the other, all they could feel was each other, the beast violating them, exposing all their sensitive flesh to just the right sensations. Neither knew which moans belonged to which, where there were, their minds completely lost in lust and pure need. Zegram’s head tiled back, chest heaving, he knew he was close, and he didn’t care anymore, he wanted, he needed it. He needed release like he needed air, the aphrodisiac built him up to a high he had never reached before. Jaster’s head rested on his shoulder now, moaning into Zegram’s neck. Jaster humped and twisted, twitching away, he needed it, he needed it so bad, he just wanted to cum, he needed to cum. He moaned and cried, begging for this thing to let him, to give him the release he needed. Both tensed as they felt the beast’s thick vine invading them thicken further and quiver. It was close, so close, The men’s need grew, shamelessly pushing against the other, desperately crawling, building, twitching, pulsing, closer and closer to release.
The beast let out a loud rumble, a cold burn exploding in them, the thick slimy tendril undulating widely, pushing just where it needed to, the vine twined around their members tightening, finally pulsating against their sensitive crowns. Finally.
Jaster and Zegram finally reaching climax, with a loud cry, seed burst over their chests, sliding against hot skin, and it continued coming. The beast burst, various tendrils quivering and spraying their bodies, coating them in cool thick relief. But the high refused to go down, instead building again instantly, drawing another climax, and another as the beast finally began loosening. Finally it released them, their quivering bodies falling to the ground with a loud squelch. Zegram pushed himself up, grateful to finally have a solid ground beneath him, the world still spinning around him, he felt the thick mucus seeping from his ass, and quivered as yet another climax came over him. His eye lazily swept around him, watching as the damned vines finally retreated further into the darkness, apparently content with itself. His arms gave out, falling back to the cold hard ground. Jaster lay just an arm’s length away from him, still twitching, soft cries escaping his lips as climax after climax overtook his slender frame. Zegram willed himself to flip over, back to the cool wet stone, his eye drew up to the ceiling of the room they’d been trapped in, his body unable to move further, muscles quivering as his, Jaster’s, and that beast’s seed spread, trickling lazily down his shaft, puddling beneath him.
Damn he was going to enjoy burning that beast alive.