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They were all aware of the many risks in trying to lure a Warden.
The old datapack had been updated for 1.19. The rules were like this: if you came, you lost a life. All mobs had a 50/50 chance of wanting to fuck the nearest player instead of killing them, and admins were watching for safe words or signals, ready to pull anyone out if needed. If a red life lost their final life, they wouldn't die fully until either they gave the signal or the cause (whether mob or player) stopped, allowing them to spend as much time as they want having a good time, as a consolation prize for being eliminated.
So yeah, trying to lure a Warden was a bad idea when the two options were death or getting split in two by its dick - but Grian was doing it anyway. After all, Tango had succeeded, and Grian was using the exact same tunnel as he had.
But Tango's Warden hadn't wanted to fuck him.
It went well for a while, but Grian had just about reached the tunnel when disaster struck.
He let the Warden get just a tiny bit too close, got just a little too careless, and suddenly a thin tentacle of sculk wrapped itself around his ankle and pulled hard, knocking Grian onto the ground on his back. More tentacles followed even as he struggled to remove the first one, and as the Warden approached the tendrils got thicker and got closer to his lower half. They were covered in some sort of slime that seeped into the cracks of his armour, cold on his warm skin. More tentacles now held his arms, forcing him into a spread-eagle position.
Struggling frantically to get away, trying to shuffle backwards but being held in place by the tentacles, Grian opened his mouth to shout.
Which was a mistake.
The Warden loomed over him, and as he shouted, a particularly thick tentacle covered in slime pushed itself roughly into his mouth and stayed there.
When the slime touched his mouth and muffled his pained shouts, his mouth turned… numb? No, that wasn't right. He could still feel everything, but it was as if… it was making the pain of the thick tentacle forcing itself into his mouth a bit more bearable, a bit more…
…Hot?
No. No, no, no. He couldn't enjoy this. He was supposed to fight it! He was on his red life, if he came he was out!
Distracted by his thoughts and the tentacle now inching towards the back of his throat, Grian almost missed his armoured leggings being cut open by the Warden's claws and discarded. His cock was open to the cool, damp air of the cave, and already embarassingly hard. Surely he wasn't into this? Being so open and exposed to a mob of all things?
(Maybe he was into this.)
A single thin tendril touched his cock, and he almost melted into the touch before remembering what he wasn't meant to do. It moved slowly up and down, teasing him, and he instinctively bucked up into nothing, a part of his brain wishing the Warden would just get on with it already. The tentacle in his throat (because it was in his throat now, not just his mouth - thank Jeb for how much experience he'd had suppressing his gag reflex) had stopped moving entirely, and the only movement was the tiny, thin tendril around his cock.
Grian moaned loud as the tendril touched a particularly sweet spot near the head of his cock, and suddenly everything moved.
The Warden sprang into action as the tentacles holding him flipped him roughly over and forced his ass up into a submissive ass-up pose, which Grian couldn't help but think was incredibly arousing. The aphrodisiac slime had worked its way into his system, and he just couldn't resist the Warden anymore.
Before he knew it, there was an absolutely massive cockhead rubbing at his entrance. It was covered in slime, which would help with the entry, but still… Grian wondered if it would kill him just by pushing in once.
(He figured he was about to find out.)
It rubbed against his hole once, twice, thrice, and then pushed in, sending a wave of pain and pure pleasure through him. The Warden's cock was massive and ridged, and as it pushed in even deeper Grian moaned and screamed helplessly through the tentacle in his throat, only guttural sounds escaping. The cock just kept going, spearing him, surely moving his organs out of the way, and every time he thought there could be no more room it pushed in further, the ridges pushing against his prostate and milking him for all he had. All thoughts of not orgasming left his mind as his only thoughts became how mindblowingly full he was as the Warden pressed in ever-deeper, intense pain becoming even more intense pleasure that built up in the pit of his stomach as he moaned even louder.
The Warden's hips rested against Grian's ass, and finally the cock was fully seated within his body, his stomach bulging along the line where it impaled him. He was at the edge, so incredibly close to orgasm, and all he needed was a nudge over the tipping point.
All in an instant, the Warden's hips snapped back and forth as it started rapidly thrusting its entire length in and out of him, and Grian was sent tumbling over the edge. It was the most intense orgasm of his life, crashing over him like a waterfall as he spasmed around the gargantuan cock milking him for everything he was worth, more tentacles gripping his cock and squeezing out every last drop of cum from his balls as the tentacle in his throat began to match the pace of the cock in his ass. Still the Warden kept going, ridged cock constantly hitting his prostate and sending him over the edge of orgasm again, again, again, again, so many times, seeing stars as the tentacle fucking his throat went deeper until it was fucking right into his stomach. Even as he came dry the tentacles around his cock kept going and the Warden didn't stop fucking him, using its full length to make Grian feel as if his organs were being rearranged by the massive cock inside of him. He was being used as a simple cocksleeve by the Warden, and the thought turned him on even more than he thought was possible as he screamed in pleasure around the tentacle fucking his throat.
Grian didn't know how long he'd been there when the Warden's motions finally stuttered, and it thrusted once, twice more at full speed before unleasing an intense stream of cum into Grian's ass, filling him up more than he'd ever been filled before, breeding him. The feeling of being filled and bred by the Warden sent him over the edge once again, drops of cum spurting from his overworked cock as more and more cum flowed into his ass until he was sure he was full, and then some.
But the Warden wasn't done just yet.
A bulge appeared at the base of its dick, round and large. It travelled up the Warden's cock, pushing past Grian's prostate and milking yet another orgasm out of him as he spasmed from the pure pain and pleasure of this foreign object. It reached the tip of the Warden's cock, buried deep inside him amongst the gallons of thick cum, and pushed out into Grian, sending another wave of pleasure through him.
That was when he realised it was an egg.
Another egg made its way up, another orgasm making him scream in pleasure, and he could feel his stomach bulging out as he was filled up even more by the Warden. Another egg, another egg, another egg, and Grian lost count as he was lost in the waves of orgasms crashing over him with every new Warden egg forced into his abused hole.
Finally, the Warden thrust one more time and came one last time, another lot of thick cum breeding Grian's hole and forcing another orgasm, and the Warden pulled out.
The other tentacles soon let him go too, and as Grian laid there for a few seconds, feeling the cum leak out of his abused hole, he smiled.
A few ticks later he was gone, a pile of items left in the puddle of cum and slime on the damp cave floor.