An Unexpected Encounter
Another commission already finished, I admit that I enjoyed this commission quite a bit
Sometimes, exploring the depths of the forest alone can lead you to encounter things you wish you didn't see, or maybe you did.
This is a little commission that I really liked. If you are not a fan of expulsion, excrement or urine, I marked the limit with a line. From this, you will find these endings.
An Unexpected Encounter
The sun rose over the horizon, bathing the dense foliage of the Ancient Forest in golden hues. Toare, a seasoned hunter, walked calmly along a little-used trail, his trusty longsword resting on his back. The morning had been spent tracking a pack of Jagras that had been raiding nearby villages. His mission was clear: eliminate the threat before it escalated further.
Hours of tracking led him to a clearing where a large Jagras lay resting, seemingly unbothered. Toare prepared to strike, but a thunderous roar suddenly erupted behind him, freezing him in place. He turned just in time to see a massive Anjanath burst from the underbrush, charging straight at the unsuspecting Jagras.
Before the hunter could react, the Anjanath clamped its powerful jaws around the reptile, lifting it effortlessly off the ground. With a firm motion, it tilted its neck, and a wet gulp followed as the Jagras disappeared into its throat. Toare watched, awestruck, as the bulge traveled down the creature’s neck before vanishing into its body.
The Anjanath’s stomach began to churn violently, the internal movements visible from the outside. Toare, still stunned, noticed the creature’s eyes lock onto him. But instead of aggression, its gaze held an unusual curiosity. Slowly, it approached, sniffing him intently before exhaling a warm, earthy breath that enveloped him.
The Anjanath stepped back, turning its massive body to lift its tail and expose its lower anatomy. Two glistening orifices were visible between its muscular hind legs, each leaking viscous fluid that dripped onto the ground in shimmering strands. The creature wagged its tail suggestively, as if inviting him closer.
Toare, bewildered and battling a strange mix of fear and fascination, found himself drawn to the intoxicating scent that filled the air. Something primal within him overrode his better judgment. Step by step, he approached the Anjanath, his body acting of its own accord.
When he was close enough, the Anjanath’s tail wrapped around him with surprising gentleness, guiding him toward its most intimate parts. The heat radiating from its body was almost unbearable, intensifying the already heavy atmosphere of musk and humidity.
Standing before the creature’s primary opening, Toare hesitated, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch the pulsating, slick walls. The Anjanath growled softly in approval, its internal muscles flexing in anticipation. The warmth and texture of the orifice enveloped his hand immediately, drawing him further inside.
Toare moved cautiously, inserting both arms and then his head. The walls clenched firmly around his torso, massaging him as slick fluids coated his skin. Each contraction pulled him deeper, the rhythmic movements of the Anjanath’s body ensuring his gradual entry.
The journey toward the womb was slow and deliberate. The vaginal walls undulated in waves, as though savoring their prey. Every few moments, the contractions paused, allowing the lubricating fluids to accumulate and ease his passage.
Eventually, Toare reached a narrower passage. The cervix, tight and muscular, pulsed rhythmically before opening to engulf him. With one final pull, he was absorbed into the Anjanath’s womb, the entrance sealing tightly behind him, enclosing him in a chamber of warmth and pressure.
The environment was stifling yet oddly comforting. Toare was suspended in a dense liquid that seemed almost alive, moving gently around him. The pressure of the womb’s walls was unyielding, a firm embrace that left him immobilized.
He tried to move his arms, but the muscular walls responded with sharp, rhythmic contractions that kept him in place. At one point, his arm was drawn into a fallopian tube, where it was trapped in a series of nervous suctions. The sensation was strange, almost pleasurable, as he struggled to comprehend his predicament.
The liquid surrounding him began to change, becoming denser and adopting a luminous hue. Toare noticed his skin tingling, as though merging with the viscous substance. Slowly, his body seemed to lose its solidity, becoming part of the fertile fluid that filled the Anjanath’s womb.
The Anjanath’s internal movements grew more intense, its body writhing as it approached its climax. Toare, now barely conscious, felt himself dissolving further, merging completely with the glowing substance. His mind drifted as the contractions of the womb became overwhelming, his essence blending with the Anjanath’s fertile fluids.
With a thunderous roar, the Anjanath’s body convulsed violently, signaling a powerful orgasm. The uterine walls contracted rhythmically, expelling the remnants of Toare in a torrent of gleaming liquid and bleached bones. The mixture erupted in a wet explosion, scattering his remains across the cave floor.
The Anjanath, still panting, turned to inspect the aftermath. Satisfied, it lifted one hind leg and released a steaming stream of urine over the bones, soaking them thoroughly and marking them as its property.
Meanwhile, in the Anjanath’s stomach, the Jagras had been reduced to a viscous pulp of flesh and shattered bones. The digestive process, unrelenting and thorough, left nothing but a foul-smelling slurry.
With a final effort, the Anjanath expelled the remains, the slimy mass landing in a messy heap. The creature, following its instinctual ritual, positioned itself over the pile and urinated over it, claiming it as well.
With its territory marked and its desires fulfilled, the Anjanath roared triumphantly before disappearing into the forest. The cave was left in silence, filled with the lingering scents and the remnants of the two beings that had crossed its path