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It was the middle of the night when Kim Dokja heard something wet gliding across the floor. The sound echoed in the small room he was (forcibly) staying in the N’Gai Forest.
The wet squeaks stopped abruptly right next to his bed. Kim Dokja held back a curse.
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Groaning, Kim Dokja opened an eye to see the outlines of Outer Gods surrounding his bed. The Outer Gods stared at him with curiosity. He sat up and looked at them all warily.
“H-How did you all get in here?”
Where were those stupid Kkomas? Aren’t they supposed to be watching over him? Kim Dokja pulled the blanket closer to him, making sure he was entirely covered. Should he make a break for it?
The Outer Gods were leering at him, getting closer and closer.
[KimDokjaKimDokjaKimDokja]
“Can you all just...leave?” Kim Dokja asked hesitantly.
The Outer Gods were silent. Kim Dokja gulped, too afraid to move. With his Incarnation body damaged, he couldn’t afford to do anything drastic, lest he further destroy his body.
[HereToHelpHereToHelpHereToHelp]
Kim Dokja blinked. “Help? With what?” It was the middle of the night, what the hell would they be able to do?
Without any warning, something slimy slipped under the blanket and wrapped around Kim Dokja’s arm. It gave him a firm squeeze.
“Eep!” Kim Dokja felt a shiver run down his spine as he moved the blanket to reveal what was grabbing him: a tentacle. It was a dark, inky color, constantly wriggling around as it covered his entire upper arm.
“Huh?!” Kim Dokja tried to tug his arm away, “Please get off!”
The tentacle tightened its grip and began to stroke his arm. The slime began to spread and drip onto the bed sheets. Kim Dokja pulled and pulled, but to no avail. The other Outer Gods then joined in, wrapping their tentacles on each of Kim Dokja’s limbs, pinning him down to the bed. They lifted his shirt off and pulled down his boxers, leaving him bare and exposed. Kim Dokja shivered as the tentacles vibrated with joy.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Kim Dokja didn’t really want to hurt the Outer Gods but at this point, he just might. The tentacles oozed more slime, making his entire body sticky and wet.
“Anyone? Any Kkomas out there? 999? 888?”
No response. As he was about to yell out more random numbers, Kim Dokja choked as a tentacle was forced into his mouth, effectively cutting him off from yelling for more help. The tentacle was a heavy weight inside of his mouth, almost cutting off his air supply.
“MMPH!”
The slime was warm and sweet, catching Kim Dokja off guard. The tentacle was gushing out slime, forcing Kim Dokja to breathe from his nose. There was too much slime that he felt it leaking out of his mouth and down onto his throat. Kim Dokja swallowed the slime filling up his mouth and instantly felt feverish.
What the hell?
Something inside of him snapped. Suddenly, Kim Dokja needed more. More touch, more warmth, more attention…
More of everything .
The tentacle in his mouth began to thrust in and out, slowly at first and then gaining speed. Kim Dokja moaned as the tentacle fucked his mouth, suckling it as it pushed and pulled inside of him. Noticing that the target was being much more compliant, the other tentacles around Kim Dokja began to wander.
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One tentacle groped his chest, leaving a trail of slime from his clavicle to his navel. The tentacle brushed against his nipple, causing Kim Dokja to moan around the tentacle of his mouth.
Another brave tentacle wrapped around his waist and reached down to the cleft of his ass. Kim Dokja’s breath hitched as the tentacle prodded at his puckered hole. After applying a generous amount of slime, the tentacle circled his rim and slowly pushed in. Kim Dokja groaned as the tentacle settled inside, rubbing against his sensitive walls.
Holy shit.
Kim Dokja pushed back against the tentacle and felt sparks light his blood when the tentacle pressed against a certain spot. The tentacle nudged the spot again, making Kim Dokja’s toes curl in pleasure.
The moans from Kim Dokja signalled to the Outer Gods that they were doing a great job. The tentacle began to move simultaneously, thrusting in and out of his mouth and ass. The stimulation was overwhelming his mind, he couldn’t handle this. He was falling further and further from sanity. All Kim Dokja wanted was to fall into endless pleasure.
Kim Dokja’s erect cock was leaking against his stomach, swollen red and hard. Cum stained the once pristine sheets. Kim Dokja could feel his orgasm incoming and bit back another moan as a tentacle wrapped around his dick. The tentacle gave an experimental tug, making Kim Dokja whine.
Nonononono, please! Just let me cum!
[LetUsHelpLetUsHelp]
The tentacle on Kim Dokja’s dick firmly squeezed him, making Kim Dokja whimper. It was such a tease. Slime began to ooze out of the tentacle, making it slide easier. The tentacle stroked up and down, keeping a firm grip the entire time. Kim Dokja almost cried when the tentacle pressed against the slit of his leaking cock. It was just too much.
Kim Dokja felt his release coming and bit down on the tentacle as he rode out his orgasm. His cum splashed onto his stomach and landed on the tentacles still ravaging his body.
All of the tentacles on Kim Dokja began to calm down and slowly recede. One tentacle lovingly rubbed Kim Dokja’s cheek as Kim Dokja caught his breath. The Outer Gods lingered around, watching Kim Dokja struggle to keep his eyes open. The tentacles hovered above him, almost protectively as they watched Kim Dokja close his eyes from over exertion.
[KimDokjaKimDokjaKimDokja]
The tentacles pulled the soiled blanket over Kim Dokja’s body and bade him farewell.
Satisfied with the show, the Secretive Plotter closed the video feed to Kim Dokja’s room. The glass of wine in his hand was now lukewarm from ignoring it the entire time.
“Only one round? What a weakling,” scoffed Kkoma 41.
The Secretive Plotter swirled the glass before taking a sip of wine. “Patience, he’ll eventually build stamina.”
“Che, whatever.”