Insatiable
It's been days since Drax's last fix, and he's feeling extra desperate for Enzo's services.
Author’s Note: I think slime would be considered an addictive substance, and I think I might fall victim to it just like the main character in this story. Happy Hypnovember Day 3!
Drax walked through the streets of the dark city with his coat pulled tightly around his raven body. He kept his head down, trying as hard as he could to blend in with the darkness around him. He looked for the stacked stones that indicated the entrance to the tunnels that ran beneath the city. Once connected to the old fort, a series of cave-ins rendered the tunnels unstable.
He found the stones and pushed the nearby shrubbery to the side. A large, rusted iron plate with a handle was set into the dirt. Drax looked around. The surrounding streets and buildings were all dark and quiet. He lifted the handle up and revealed a set of stone steps that descended into the darkness.
Drax quickly made his way down the steps and closed the hatch as he did. He never remembered to bring a torch, but he could see well enough in the dark to climb down the stairs without falling. As he neared the bottom, he saw a dim orange light coming from further down a nearby hallway.
The raven followed the light until he emerged into a large stone room with a high ceiling. A fire pit in the middle of the room provided the only light. He could see dimly lit silhouettes sitting around the fire. Some slumped forward and some propped their heads up on others, but all of them seemed to be in a state of intoxication. Each of them bore a slack-jawed grin and droopy, dazed eyes.
Drax scratched at his neck as he took in the scene. He shook his head and forced his hands down as he looked around for his target. He spotted a tall, lithe jackal leaning against the far wall opposite the staircase. He was made of oozing, dripping blue slime.
Enzo.
His pupils dilated as he focused in on the jackal. His heart rate quickened as he crossed the room and his breathing grew heavier.
“Back for more, eh, Drax?” Enzo teased when he saw the raven coming over to him. “This’ll be the fourth time this week. I’m starting to think you have a problem.”
The raven rolled his eyes and looked down his long, dark beak at the cock staring up at him. “Come on, Enzo,” he said in a strained voice. He scratched at the back of his neck anxiously. “I tried to wait, but I need it. Please.”
Enzo looked him up and down with a smirk. “You know the price. You willing to pay up?”
Drax undid his long coat and dropped it on the floor next to him. He was nude underneath, and he looked at the jackal with wide, needy eyes. “You can have whatever you want if you just give me what I’m here for,” he said.
Enzo’s smirk deepened. He motioned with his forefinger for the raven to turn around. Drax’s heart leapt with excitement as he spun around to face the wall with his back to the jackal. He leaned forward and used the wall to support himself as he arched his back and pushed his ass out.
“Always so eager, Drax,” Enzo said in a tone tinged with hunger. He closed the distance between the two of them and placed his hands on the raven’s hips. “You’re quickly becoming my most-used hole in the city.”
Drax felt himself whine as he pushed his ass towards Enzo. The jackal chuckled as he positioned himself behind the other man. He pushed past the tight entrance and slid the rest of his length into him effortlessly. Drax shuddered as the slime entered his body. With every stroke, he felt more and more lightheaded until he felt like he was flying.
The raven reveled in the sensation, throwing his head back in ecstasy as the slime railed into him. He felt a gooey handpaw grab his face and shove a couple of fingers into his mouth as Enzo continued to thrust in and out of him. Drax’s eyes fluttered closed when the cool sweetness hit his tongue. A thick haze of lust clouded his thoughts as he greedily lapped at the slimy digits.
Drax felt a sharp stinging in his head. Moments later, the world around him faded away. He felt like he and Enzo were floating together in a weightless void. His eyes drooped low and his mouth twisted into a dazed smile.
“That’s it,” Enzo said as he slowed his strokes. “Take as much as you can swallow, Drax. Let me take over your body and make you feel good from the inside out.”
Drax nodded in agreement and allowed the blue goo to slide down his throat. He could feel it filling him and traveling to every part of his body. It filled in the crevices between the ridges and wrinkles in his brain until he couldn’t think about much of anything anymore.
Several tendrils of thick slime erupted from Enzo’s body and wrapped themselves around Drax’s ankles and arms. Enzo pulled himself out of the raven as the tendrils turned him around to face the slime. Drax hovered in the air with his legs held open as blue slime dripped out of the corner of his mouth, down his long beak, and onto his black feathered chest. His eyes had turned into blue whirlpools that swirled with Enzo’s slime.
The jackal grinned and stepped back up to Drax. He positioned himself once again between the raven’s legs and slid himself back inside. “I want to see your pretty little face as I take over your mind, Drax,” he said in a low voice. The raven replied with a limp, lazy smile. “I’m already in there it seems,” Enzo chuckled as he continued his long, slow strokes.
Drax nodded and a giggle bubbled up from his chest.
“God, you always take it so well,” Enzo growled. He looked down and saw Drax’s own cock had grown hard. “That looks painful,” he said. At his words, Drax began to whine and buck his hips toward the slime. “I think it can get bigger.”
Drax’s length began to swell and grow. Blue-tinged precum dribbled out of the tip as Enzo kept talking and thrusting. “That’s better,” he said in between moans. “I bet it’s ready to burst, too. You’re going to cover yourself in your own pre.”
The heavy, swollen cock dribbled out more and more blue precum until it ran down and coated the shaft and balls. Drax whined again and Enzo’s thrusts became faster and deeper. “It’s going to keep growing until I fill you with my cum,” he said, and the raven moaned loudly in response. “And then you’re going to cum and cum and cum until it’s back to its normal size. Think you can handle that?”
The raven nodded his head slowly as drool dripped down his chin. The blue slime in his eyes swirled faster and faster as his cock grew larger and larger. In no time, it was larger than the upper half of his body and completely blocked him from Enzo’s view. Blue precum continued to pump out of the swollen shaft. It dripped steadily onto his thighs and ran down his legs to his ankles, where the tendrils that supported him reabsorbed the fluid.
Enzo thrust into him one final time with a deep growl. He buried himself as deep as he could before he started spraying. The jackal moaned as blue, gooey cum pumped out of him. Enzo locked eyes with the raven and saw the swirling blue whirlpools spinning so fast they looked like pulsating rings. The rings danced by faster and faster until a guttural moan sounded from deep within Drax’s chest. His massively swollen cock began to spasm and spray sticky blue cum all over the ceiling and himself.
Enzo watched with smug satisfaction as Drax’s lithe body writhed and twitched while he slowly deflated. Slime covered his shoulders, his abdomen, his thighs, and his legs down to the tendrils, where it was being reabsorbed. After a couple of minutes, he was finally done. The jackal took a moment to admire the twitching raven that was nearly consumed by his slime. He used his tendrils to lift Drax’s limp body and set him by the fire pit with his other clients. He reabsorbed the rest of his slime and moved back to his original post against the wall.
He looked over at his collection of satisfied puppets and smirked to himself. They didn’t seem useful in this state, but one by one they would wake from their stupor and return to their normal lives. They’d carry a piece of him with them, a little stowaway that hitched a ride in their brains and gave him a constant, direct link to them and their minds. This was the price they all agreed to: a mind that was no longer their own.