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"Uh...h-hello? Ma'am?"

Victor wasn't going to leave the trial just because the receptionist was having trouble responding to him, but it was enough of a concern that he was letting his focus shift to the receptionist herself, rather than the clinical trial awaiting him.

He'd waved his palm in front of the screen several times to no avail, and gone so far as to tap on the glass barrier between them, only to see a distant, glazed expression looking up at him, but not processing his existence...all before turning right back to her computer screen.

"Do I need to call for an ambulance? You don't look well..."

The tiger gave the glass one more tap, this time pressing the tip of his claw into the glass. The quiet ping of the chitin against the polished surface finally brought the receptionist to attention, but even then, her eyes were half-lidded, as though an ethereal hand was trying to push them closed again.

"No, n-no...you're Victor, right?" she asked, her eyes blinking so slowly that Victor wondered if her eyelids would come apart again. "You're early."

"Felt polite to be early, yeah," Victor agreed. "If that's a problem, I can always go walk around the block or something?"

"No need," the receptionist assured him. "As long as you've got your documentation providing proof of recent blood work and urine analysis, you can go through that door over there."

The small, unremarkable waiting room was decorated with only a fake, potted plant in one corner and a series of chairs against the walls on either side of the room. It was bland enough that Victor was sure that it would fade from his memory by the time he was walking down the hallway through the back, but the sight of the receptionist would be burned into his thoughts for the rest of the week.

A small, common feline, she was a tabby that might not have left an impression on Victor otherwise, but there was such a glassy sheen to her emerald stare that he wondered if she could actually see him; even after he turned over the paperwork, it didn't seem that she was properly beholding anything that unfolded before her.

"Here's that for you," Victor turned over the paperwork, and just as quickly as it left his grip, he heard the distant bzzzzz of the safety on the door being disengaged. "You, uh...y-you don't need to review that, first?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine. You wouldn't give fraudulent information before a clinical trial, would you?" she asked. A hollow, eerie smile curled her lips, hinting at a mind that didn't know it was telling those lips to smile in the first place. "You seem like such a nice, trustworthy man, helping such a generous cause..."

"Definitely trying my best to," Victor claimed, though his cheeks were flushed at the thought of why he was really at the office. "I'll just head on back, then; where should I go?"

"Straight through that door and all the way down to the end of the hallway," the tabby's voice was suddenly pointed and firm, as if she'd been programmed to give those words as an order. "Big, steel door at the back. You can't miss it."

Expecting some kind of charge nurse to guide him into the room, Victor waited around a few more seconds before grabbing the handle of the door and letting himself in.

"Not that I've ever donated sperm before, but this...this has to be one of the weirdest collection sites I've ever heard of," Victor mumbled, his voice low enough that the receptionist wouldn't have heard it through the wall. "Don't these places usually come with a nurse or two to help collect the samples?"

He wasn't looking for someone to give him a happy ending, but it seemed odd that a clinical trial wouldn't have a few more helping hands to keep the operation running smoothly.

Money, however, was money, and Victor was promised compensation for his donation. Tight as his funds were, it was easy for the tiger to go a few weeks without getting off, for the promise of being handsomely rewarded for a healthy and plentiful sperm donation.

"Last door at the end of the hallway," he repeated those instructions, walking across the darker panels of a laminate floor, surrounded by walls of eggshell white. "She was right about that: can't really miss this one."

The hall turned to the right, and at the very end of it was a singular door, set against the backside of the building with the aura of a fire escape, more than the relaxing and comforting sort of room that Victor expected.

"Guess I just...let myself in?"

Stepping forward, the most suspicious part of the tiger's mind expected some kind of a trap to spring from the ceiling above, or for a hidden plank of the laminate to collapse under his next step.

Instead, he felt an adrenaline rush as he stepped forth and turned the cool, steely handle of the door.

He expected it to crash right back down to Earth as he stepped through the doorway, but the tiger was a fan of trusting his gut and listening to it when it told him that something unusual was going on.

To step into a wide, open space and see shadows wrapping around the walls from the other corner was enough to turn his blood to ice, but he'd already stepped through the door; trembling digits were struggling to grab the interior handle to keep the door from locking closed behind him.

"Wh...w-what in the world...is that?!"

The space was about the size of an average living room, and in its original state, it appeared to be converted into some kind of break room for whoever originally owned the building.

The current owner had other uses for that space, and their presence was literally creeping around the walls and spreading over the ceiling in the form of a seemingly impossible shadow.

"Every bit as handsome as advertised, aren't you? Hard to believe that this was your first time considering making a sperm donation..."

The voice had such a presence that Victor could feel the vibrations rattling all the way into the base of his tail and up the course of his spine; wilting his ears didn't do any good to drown out the source of the sound.

"Who...w-who's there? Who said that?" the tiger asked, turning his head to both sides and scanning the room as if someone new might have appeared--and given the thick, impenetrable darkness of the creeping shadow, it was entirely possible--even if he doubted that anyone else was present. "I don't know what the hell this is, but if this is your idea of some kind of a prank, I'm not amused!"

"Prank? No...it's not a prank at all. Your services really are required."

"Who requires them? Who is talking to me in the first place?"

From the middle of the collected darkness, a pair of flickering lights pierced the shadows, burning with such an intensity that Victor was forced to shield his eyes until they could adjust to the sudden glow.

He was waiting for his gut to tell him to bust down the door behind him and run, but when that instinct to flee never materialized, he decided to wait it out, even as the ethereal shadow crept across the floor and draped itself over the cushions of the only couch in the room.

"By the standards of your people, I don't really have a name," the voice replied. "You can call me whatever it is you like; whatever makes you feel the most comfortable."

"I can't think of a better name than Shadow right now, since that...literally seems to be what you are," Victor said, his lower lip trembling more vigorously with every passing word. "That is what's going on right now, right? I'm talking to a shadow and losing what little bit is left of my sanity?"

"I'm not literally a shadow," the voice explained. "But I can manipulate them, and standing among them, you'd never be able to tell my true form apart, save for my eyes..."

Those swirling, toxic purple lights were the very same eyes mentioned, and as he adjusted to their brilliance, Victor tried to gaze into them, thinking he might have a greater understanding of the creature by sharing a gaze.

"So you're the one who tricked me into coming to this weird place," Victor muttered. "I don't know what kind of twisted game this is, but-

"It's no game," the voice interrupted. "You have healthy, virile sperm to offer, and I have great need of the same: you came to make a donation, and I am simply here to collect it."

Victor, for all of his understandable panic, couldn't keep his brow from lifting. "You? You're the one who needs sperm donations?"

"That's the long and short of it, yes...and I have greater need of them than the creation of new, organic lives. I need them to sustain my own life."

"...You can't be serious."

"I am entirely serious."

"But you...y-you're just a living shadow, right?"

"It's not quite as simple as that, and I won't bother trying to explain what I truly am to you, unless you're more inclined to hear a lecture than you are to make a donation."

"Feels kinda weird to admit that I was looking forward to making a donation; I mean, of course I was, but...I don't think that the reason people make donations like that is just because it's supposed to feel good," Victor rambled. "And none of that changes the fact that you're some kind of living shadow creature, or that I clearly hit my head somewhere on the way over here and went into a coma."

"I cannot blame you for having trouble believing what you're seeing, but I want to reassure you that everything you're seeing right now is entirely real," the creature reaffirmed. "And though you cannot properly perceive my body as it sits, right now, I assure you that it is present, and...I'm in desperate need of sustenance to maintain myself."

Whatever he was talking to, Victor didn't feel the imminent sense of a threat from the creature, but no one would have been able to blame him for his hesitance, right then.

It was still a creeping, amorphous mass of darkness, with only the vague hints of tendrils separating from the rest of the bunch to give the appearance of limbs...and the swirling, captivating glow of his eyes, while _hauntingly_beautiful, proved a more fearsome thing than an allure.

"You...let me get this straight: you need to feed off of the cum of earthlings to stay alive?"

"Not necessarily earthlings, but I do find yours to be the most virile, most sustaining, and...the most flavorful," it explained. "Not to mention the sheer amount of volume that you can create when you're properly motivated."

"Might have guessed that I wasn't the first guy you tried to talk into this kind of thing. And money isn't enough of a motivator for most of the people that come through here?"

"Much like you, when they see what they're making a donation to, they become uneasy. I've had more of you earthlings pass out in my office than I can properly remember."

"You don't just take from the unconscious ones, do you?" Victor cringed. "You know that...t-that's rape, right?"

"Though I'm aware of the taboo of such a thing, I don't ever just take from those who are unconscious, no...with the only exception being when they ask to be put in such a state in the first place."

"So you knock them out, then take from them?"

"No; there's no violence involved," the creature hurriedly explained. "But as you may have guessed, I have abilities that are a bit beyond the reach of an average earthling, and I've found that your minds are often pliable things, easily molded with just a little bit of suggestive material and sensual manipulation."

It was a longer way of saying the same, but Victor gave a nod of understanding as he put the pieces together. "So you put them in a state of hypnosis, letting them believe whatever they want about the situation, and take your donations from them..."

"Precisely. I get what I need to live, they get to experience untold pleasure and the fulfillment of whatever fantasy it is they share with me, and no one is ever harmed in any sort of meaningful way," they claimed. "They may be a little bit sore the next day depending upon what they request of me, but from what I understand, that's fairly normal for earthlings, post coitus."

Thinking about some of his own previous encounters and romps, Victor gave a nod. "Wouldn't be the first time someone was walking funny after having a good time, but still...t-this is all kinda crazy, don't you think?"

"It would be a lot for someone to take in, if they'd never heard of such a thing before. If this is all too much for you, I'm happy to let you leave and arrange for someone else to come and take your appointment slot."

"Do you, uh...d-do you actually have any money to pay me with?"

"The receptionist out front will be able to give you all the money that was originally agreed upon for your donation, but that requires you to fulfill your end of the bargain. I don't suppose you'd need to be hypnotized, like all the rest?"

"No, I don't need that," Victor hesitated, unsure of how to explain what he was after. "But I definitely need the money, so I guess I'm not going anywhere, after all."

"Is there anything else that you do need? You seem juxtaposed, earthling."

"Call me Victor," he replied. "And forgive me if I'm stepping on your toes--you know, if you even have toes--but there might be a way for you to make this more comfortable for me, after all."

"I'd be delighted to help in whatever way I can. I find earthlings are more productive when they're at their most comfortable."

To come to terms with the fact that he was talking to a living shadow was already difficult enough, but if Victor could handle one case of whiplash in a day, he figured he would be just fine giving himself a second dose.

"It's a really strange request."

"I'm literally asking you to allow me to milk all the seed that I can from your body to sustain my life; I don't think you have to worry all that much about your request being weird."

Realizing that plenty of other men had likely shared their own twisted desires with the creature, Victor was emboldened.

"I'll probably need a little working up to the idea, if I'm being honest: I don't mean to offend, but you don't really look like...well, like anything , so I'd have to use my imagination a little bit, and I was hoping you could help me with that."

"By all means; how might I help?"

"I'll need the money guaranteed, so thanks for clearing that up, but...all that talking we were doing about how you don't force yourself on earthlings to get what you want?"

"That's right. I don't."

Victor looked away from the swirling depths of the creature's eyes, taken by his own bashful nature.

"What if...what if you did force yourself onto one of us, just this once?" he asked, but once the flood gates were open, he couldn't stop the rest of his idea from leaking out. "That's my...one of my things, I guess. I really love the idea of a dominant man taking control of me and forcing me to cooperate, and by the look of it, you could force me to do just about anything, if you were so inclined."

As much as it could convey those emotions without a proper face to contort, the creature let the tone of his voice spell out his confusion. "So you want me to pretend that I'm kidnapping you and forcing you to be milked, against your will? You want me to help you create that illusion?"

"If you'd be willing to, that...that would be really nice, yes."

"You aren't the first earthling to request such a thing, but you are the first to request it without the aid of hypnosis. You really want to be conscious for the entire experience?"

"Oh, I want to be very aware of what's going on," Victor confirmed. "I want to really feel like something sinister has captured me, all for the purpose of having its way with me...and no matter how I fight or struggle or argue, I'm made to be a sex toy for whoever has control of me."

"Being the physical specimen that you are, I suppose it's rare that you can find a fellow earthling capable of overwhelming you, much less of making you believe that you've been overtaken."

"Doesn't happen very often, no."

"As you've shared your honesty with me and are so willing to help keep me alive, I am more than happy to oblige your unique request," the shadow answered. "Is there a more specific scenario that you would like me to act upon, or shall I simply capture you and begin?"

Victor didn't think that his request would go over so well in the first place: he hadn't prepared anything more to the idea, beyond wanting the creature to do whatever it wished with his body.

"Maybe...maybe pretend that I'm a hero or investigator of some kind, that came here to learn about the disappearances of the others you'd summoned to feed off of," Victor spun a yarn, making the entire arrangement of the shadow sound far worse than it truly was. "But you capture me in the middle of the act and have your way with me, as a punishment for digging too far into your personal affairs..."

"You earthlings will never cease to amaze me with your unique, specific desires," the shadow admitted. "But as I do find them truly fascinating, I'm happy to play along; happier partners produce a greater yield anyway, you know."

"That checks out."

"Mmhm..."

A tendril lashed out from the darkness, capturing Victor by the leg of his jeans.

"But what doesn't check out is what a little tiger like you is doing here, snooping around my office without an invitation..."

Victor didn't think that the shadow would jump right into the action like that--a delightful surprise, to be certain--but the grip of the tendril was firm and powerful enough to send a genuine chill down the length of the tiger's spine.

He sucked in a gasp as the pressure around his ankle grew, starting as a curious squeeze and quickly constricting into a tight, genuine pressure; the creature was dedicated to making sure that the fantasy, no matter how twisted, was played out in a believable way.

"I don't need an invitation in my line of work," Victor argued. "Not when bodies have been disappearing all around this place!"

"They have something I needed, and you have it, too," the shadow claimed. "That's all they were good for...but you seem to be different, Victor. You seem special...perhaps you can take a little more punishment than the others could!"

Victor knew the threat of punishment wasn't real...at least, anymore real than what he'd literally asked for, but the omniscient feel of the voice rattling around the room was more than enough to trick his mind and keep his body believing that it needed to tense up.

Whatever the shadow was actually capable of, it had to be seen as a legitimate threat, no matter how peacefully it had behaved to that point.

Victor loved that thrill, finding it a high unmatched by any substance he'd ever tried.

"You really think you can stop me just by grabbing my ankle?" Victor countered. "I dunno about the others you captured, but if you think that's enough, you've got another thing coming, Shadow!"

"And you've got another tentacle coming, Victor. Try to dodge it this time, hm?"

Just as the tiger was reaching down to try and rip the shadowy tendril from his ankle, he saw another length of mysterious flesh bursting out from the darkness.

The slack wrapped around his wrist before he could reach his ankle to stop it, and when Victor tried to grab at that length and pry it away with his opposite paw, he felt his body being yanked from the floor, lifted just by the coiled flesh around his wrist.

"I even told you it was coming, but you just stood there and let it happen, didn't you?" the shadow taunted him, its ever-present voice doing a fantastic job as simulating the snark of a villain. "It's almost like you came here wanting to be captured, Victor!"

To play along with his own idea, Victor would have to let the monster dictate the pace and the story, but that line hit so close to home that the emotional impact behind it was real.

Victor, for his part, couldn't bring himself to say anything to the shadow about how he felt: he was too eager to see what the creature would come up with next.

"I came here wanting to save those innocent people, you unruly beast...now unhand me!"

"I don't have hands. Wanna run that by me again?"

A third tendril shot out from the amorphous body of the creature, capturing Victor's left wrist and coiling all the way down the rest of his arm, until it covered his flesh up to the shoulder.

Where the shadowy substance finally came into contact with his clothes, Victor was genuinely shocked to see the fabric of his t-shirt coming undone from a single touch, the cotton fibers unwound as though time itself was pulling them back apart, into their original, unwoven state.

"What the...w-what the fuck? What manner of magic is this?"

"Seems that your defenses aren't all they're cracked up to be, Victor. You didn't really come here unarmed and unprepared, did you?"

The tiger swallowed back a lump of nerves, not needing to sell that aspect of the fantasy at all. "I didn't think you...y-you would be this strong."

Pulling Victor back down to the floor with fluid ease, the tendrils proved their strength to be otherworldly, quite literally. He landed gently enough to be reminded that it was all just a fantasy, but a fourth tentacle emerging from the shadows and pinning his neck down to the floor took him right back out of his depth.

"A foolish mistake made by a foolish hero," the shadow teased him once more. "And now, all that's left to do is drain every drop of that precious fluid from your body and leave your emptied husk in the back, just like all the others..."

"You...y-you monster! So you admit it!"

"Why not? Who's going to stop me?"

Smaller tendrils wormed their way across the floor, their path running up the sides of the once thick and protective denim around his legs.

With even the tiniest points of contact, Victor's jeans were disintegrated, little by little, until only the grip of his boxers could preserve his modesty; their destruction was a foregone conclusion.

"Certainly not you, Victor...you barge into my office claiming that you want to save those poor, forgotten souls, but you barely even put up a fight before I had you pinned. Perhaps...it was your intention to be captured?"

The tiger tried his best to shake his head, but the pressure against his neck was authentic enough that he struggled to move from the flat of his back, much less to adjust his skull.

"You take that back, creature!"

"Oh, I plan on taking a few things from you, but I meant what I said," the shadow carried on. "And willing or not, it really doesn't matter to me...you've got a fantastic body, and I plan to drain every drop right out of it!"

This is really happening, Victor thought. Simple as it was, just accepting the reality of the fifth tendril, hovering over the recently freed flesh of his cock, was a tall, difficult task. There's really some strange, overwhelming creature about to suck the cum right out of my body...and he's just as kinky as I am, to boot!

As much as the shadow was doing an excellent job at selling the fantasy and convincing Victor that he was being captured and taken against his will, the truth of the matter was that the tiger was downright giddy to feel the unique sensation of one of those tendrils against his cock.

He'd desperately tried to keep the flesh of his member from going rigid, but as his boxers melted away under the searching touch of a tendril, his length jumped and stood at attention, throbbing with anticipation of that first touch.

"You may be trying to cling to some foolish notion of purity and chastity, but your body is telling me everything I need to know," the shadow declared. "You're already dripping that precious lifeblood...and I haven't even had a chance to milk you, yet!"

"You c-can't! You can't do this!"

"Can, and will, Victor. You reap what you sow..."

It was a true statement, both inside and outside of the fantasy.

Because Victor was willing to tell the monster the truth, his bravery was being rewarded in reality...and in the fantasy, the would-be hero was facing the consequences of that same bravery, easily defeated and overwhelmed by his enemy.

"Please, d-don't...don't do this! Just let me go!"

"And waste all that delightful cum and that full, thick cock of yours? I wouldn't dream of it, Victor. You're going to be drained until there's nothing left but skin and bones...and I can't thank you enough for your contribution."

The tendrils themselves weren't cut from the very same material as the main body of the creature. Where that body was so dark that it was impossible for Victor to discern it from the shadows in the corner, the tendrils were of a thinner flesh, their tubing translucent enough that Victor could still see the warm, pink flesh of his cock when the flaps at the end of the tendril opened up and dipped onto the tip of his manhood.

"This...t-this is wrong...you've gotta stop!" Victor protested, but the grit of his fangs was due as much to the pleasure of that first touch as it was to his struggling: he tried his best to keep up a genuine fight against the tendrils, but whether it was fantasy or reality, he never would have been able to overpower the shadow.

"The only thing I have to do is milk the cum out of you so I can stay alive; you don't really think I'm that much of a bad guy just because I'm raping you, do you?"

Whatever the shadow really was, it was capable of understanding and adapting to Victor's fantasies with a level of skill that no other partner had ever accomplished before.

As long as Victor's cock was throbbing and leaking, it seemed the creature was content to play along, even to the most extreme levels...and its dedication to the same ensured that Victor would provide him with all the essence he needed and then some.

"You're a monster...a f-fucking monster!" Victor cried out, but the volume in his voice was purely a side effect of the tendril pumping down to the base of his length.

Impressive and girthy as his flesh was, Victor's entire body could have been absorbed by the shadow, if the creature only willed it. For the tendril to take the tiger's cock seemed an easy thing, and yet, the suction at the very base of his tool was such that no other creature could simulate such an incredible pressure and tight, ethereal pull.

Writhing against his living bondage, Victor clenched his fangs together and shuddered upon the floor, hoping that he'd be able to last more than a few moments in the face of a new, overwhelming sensation.

"I'm just doing what I need to do to stay alive, Victor. If you have a problem with that, you can be dealt with, too."

"You wouldn't d-dare, y-

"I've already pinned and trapped you; does it really seem like that much of a stretch that I'd suck the juices right out of your body?"

The beast had a point, and Victor didn't have a leg to stand on: if there was a sudden change of heart about the shadow and the fantasy became the new reality, the tiger wouldn't have been able to do a single thing about it.

He was nothing more than a milk supply for the tendril, and as the folds spread over the flesh of his pubic mound, creating a tighter seal, he watched the first stream of precum leap from the tip of his cock and spray up, into the tight, impossible grip of the tendril.

"That's it...just give yourself over to me, Victor. You'll enjoy this a whole lot more if you stop struggling, you know."

"I'm not gonna stop fighting...I'm g-gonna find a way out of this," Victor argued. "You're gonna pay for what you've done to me!"

"And you're gonna make an excellent little juice box, with all that fighting spirit you've got about you," the shadow claimed. "I'd relax if I were you, but if you wanna struggle the whole time, well...that's just more fun for me."

"You're sick."

"And by the look of it, you love it, Victor."

Veins that were already present on the surface of his cock were bulging through, aided by the tight, inescapable suction at the base of the tendril. Just suckling at his flesh alone would have been enough to bring the tiger to his first orgasm, but the shadow wasn't going to stop at something as simple as that.

It was just the technique that he'd use for the first round, but there were plenty of other abilities, and plenty other kinks to be explored before Victor was properly drained.

"You're just...you're using your powers against me," Victor argued, his teeth gritted so tight that the words came out like tugged sandpaper. "Manipulating my body while you take whatever you want from me; I can't help this!"

"No, you really can't ," the shadow agreed. "You can lay back and take it, or you can struggle your way to an early grave. The choice is yours, Victor, but that first orgasm looks like it's about to be mine."

The seal was so tight that the excess juices didn't have a chance to spill out of the tendril. Through a translucent tube, Victor watched his naturally leaky cock spit another burst of precum, and through the end of the tentacle, he saw those fluids running all the way up and around, back to the main body of the shadow.

Even his precum was enough to enhance the strength of the beast: almost immediately, Victor felt a greater suction at his flesh and a heavier pressure around his pinned limbs, and a quick, wiggling test of his arms revealed his range of motion was reduced to zero.

"That's what I need, Victor...but I didn't bring you here for a sample! I want every drop!"

"Fuck...y-you can't have it, you monster...I won't let you!"

Panting hard and looking up as much as he could, Victor was shameless about wanting to see the visual treat of his length being milked. To that point, the tendril was only using suction and a grip at the base of his length, and somehow, that was enough.

He had a feeling that the beast was capable of more than that, but it was no less fascinating to see his member extending, seemingly gaining another inch of length within the tightened, vacuum-like chamber.

It was doing wonders for his ego to see that, but the pleasure was impossible to overstate, as his sack tightened and the throbbing of his cock reached a fever pitch.

"You can't stop me from taking what I want, Victor. You're helpless...your body belongs to me, now!"

Wherever the suction was coming from, the source of the shadow was due for a massive treat: warm, slick and creamy, the first gush of Victor's cum leapt from the tip of his cock and immediately stretched out, the shape being reduced to a string by the suction of the tendril.

"No, n-no, please!" Victor cried out, selling the act of an unwilling participant every step of the way...but he'd never been so stiff before, never known such pleasure before, never even fathomed that he could be so turned-on by a scenario.

He was being allowed to live out a fantasy that he was too bashful to share with any of his other partners, but at the peak of his release, he was crestfallen; he didn't know if he'd ever have the chance to live out that kink to such an extent, ever again.

"You scream for mercy and beg me to stop, but just look at all that glorious cum you've offered me, Victor!" the shadow praised his new capture as streams of ejaculate sprayed up and through the tendril, rapidly carried back to the main body of the beast. "I knew you'd provide me with everything I needed; such a healthy young man, you are...but this was more than I ever could have hoped for!"

His sack tensed and his full, thick orbs lifted up as another gush of seed was sucked right out of his body.

Despite the lack of willingness in his fantasy, Victor's body was moving what little bit it could, his hips jerking up into the tendril with an involuntary lift.

Just once, he wanted to feel what it would be like for the tentacle to properly stroke or pump against his body, but to that point, Victor could only dream about what the creature was truly capable of.

He didn't know, but he hoped that the shadow wasn't a one-trick pony...or that it would be satisfied after just one load.

"You're squirming, panting desperately...but that bravado is all gone now, isn't it?" the shadow asked, the shape of it rising further from the corner of the room and revealing the swirling presence of the collected seed in its otherwise dark, unusual shape. "You're bested, Victor...and yet, you still have so much left to give, don't you?"

The tiger was doing his best, but he couldn't collect himself, no matter how hard he tried.

The suction refused to die down, making it difficult for him to ignore the pleasure, now bordering on an overly sensitive tingle at the very base of his length...and the pressure around his neck was such that gathering a full breath was an erotic chore.

"You haven't b-beaten me yet," Victor argued, clearly bested though he was. "You'll never g-get me to surrender myself to you, Shadow!"

"Surrender to me, hm? I don't really care if you do or not...whether you consent or not...that's irrelevant, Victor. All that matters is if you have more seed to give me or not, and by the look of those big, swollen balls, you've been holding out on me, haven't you?"

As much as he provided with his first orgasm, the tiger had plenty left to give, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

The shadow didn't have any issues teasing him, talking down to him, or toying with his bashful nature...turning him into the perfect partner for the tiger, no matter what shape he held.

"Like I'd let you drain me completely after just one session," Victor finally had a chance to taunt the monster in return, but his grin was as short lived as his bravado. "I don't think you know who you're dealing with!"

"And you clearly have no idea who you're dealing with."

The suction came to a sudden and merciful end as the translucent tendril lifted up and sealed itself, capturing the last spurt of Victor's first climax and adding it to the rapidly absorbing collection.

"I'm not here to impress you, Victor...I'm here to drain you ," the shadow reminded him. "But if you're able to hold out against something like that, I'll just have to try some of my more advanced techniques...and like all the others, you'll be broken and begging for mercy within the hour."

His role as a defeated hero meant that he had to keep up the façade of bravery and a strong sense of justice; pretending that he hated what had happened was perhaps the most difficult task he'd have to face.

"Quite a bold statement, creature. Are you sure you can back it up?"

"Given that you were already begging me to let you go just a few minutes ago? Yes...I'm fairly confident I can break what little resilience you've got left."

The tendril at Victor's neck released, but as it moved up and over his face, the pliable end narrowed and rounded, mimicking the shape of his own smooth, rounded cock.

"Let's see what you can really handle, Victor."

The shadow only knew what Victor had told him, thus far, but there was a clearance between them--an understanding that it was able to do whatever it wanted to the tiger.

Being a creature with its own wants, needs and desires, there was a growing sense of arousal about it and the way that it approached the fantasy...and seeing the tiger struggle around the girth of a molded tentacle held a greater appeal than the creature would have guessed.

Can't thank you enough for letting me try a few things of my own, the creature thought. That first load of cum will be enough to keep me going for weeks, but if you've got more to give...I'm happy to take it!

The experience was proving a unique and enjoyable one for both parties, much to the delight of the shadow and the relief of the tiger. Neither one knew what to expect when Victor first arrived at the clinic, and to that end, Victor didn't know for sure what the shadow was going to do next, save for one obvious signal.

Feeling the odd, lukewarm texture of that newly formed cock at the end of his muzzle, the tiger tried his best to fight back and resist, but the shadow was more than capable of forcing Victor into obedience.

So small and insignificant that Victor couldn't have seen them coming, a host of smaller tendrils, not much thicker than a shoelace, crept up and over the sides of his face and dipped into his lips, prying them apart with surprising, impressive strength.

"Did you really think you'd be able to keep me from fucking your throat just by pursing your lips, Victor? You aren't that naïve, are you?"

Naturally, he couldn't answer when his lips were trembling with the weight of his effort, but no matter how he clenched his jaw and tried to seal his mouth, he was helpless to keep the new, thick tentacle from pushing past his lips and gliding over the flat of his tongue.

Whatever material the creature was made out of, Victor didn't seem to have any trouble breathing around his mouthful, but he still felt his gag reflex kick in when the devious length pumped into the back of his mouth and shot down the open cavity of his throat.

He just took me...there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, Victor realized. Is he getting into this as much as I am?

That much seemed obvious by then, but it was still an extra thrill for Victor, to come to terms with the fact that the creature was taking its routine beyond the mere need for survival.

Now that said need was met, it was able to shift its attention to the kinky way that Victor had approached the situation: the suction, while pleasurable, was the result of a literal need being fulfilled.

What came thereafter, as a tendril pumped further and further into Victor's taken, stuffed throat, was the fulfillment of what earthlings often referred to as a need; right then, Victor might have honestly believed that he would die without getting to experience what came next.

"What's the matter, kitten? You had so much to say before, but now, it seems you've got a bit of a lump in your throat, don't you?"

The bulge was visible enough that the creature could see what a presence it left in Victor's throat, even from the corner of the room.

Victor couldn't see that bulge himself, but feeling it was such a thrill that he couldn't help sucking in a gasp through his maw, and at that, the wonders of the creature continued: though fluids were easily contained within the tendrils, they were of such a nature that air was able to pass through them, keeping Victor from choking himself on the end of that false cock.

He had only his gag reflex to worry about, and even if that became too much of a problem, he didn't think that the shadow would retreat, now that it had a proper sample of what Victor could do with his mouth.

But does he feel pleasure the same way that I do? The tiger wondered. Is this getting him close to...whatever his version of an orgasm is?

The mere possibility was enough to bring a suckle from the tiger, instead of being a still, lifeless hole for the shadow to penetrate. That tendril was already reaching deeper than Victor thought any many would ever be able to, and as his head crooked back from the pressure, he couldn't help groaning helplessly around his mouthful--his best attempt at a protest, to be sure.

"You know, I thought you were supposed to be a creature of purity, but it seems to me that you're putting some real effort into this, aren't you?" the creature noted, feeling Victor's neck bouncing back against the girth of that invading tentacle. "As if you're simulating what you'd like to have done to you...just what kind of a hero are you, Victor?"

Every taunting word was a greater turn-on, and the fact that Victor could barely find the air to breathe was no problem: he enjoyed the fact that he couldn't answer the creature, even if his false protests were still bubbling up in the back of his mind.

He'd gone native, completely absorbed by the forbidden nature of his fantasy and the physical delight of having his throat fucked with a depth and gait that no other creature could hope to simulate.

"That's what I thought...you're no hero," the shadow berated him every step of the way, adding another element of humiliation to the taking of his throat. "You're just a useless little slut that's been waiting for someone to give them some purpose, and now...you've found yours as my permanent food source."

All the damning talk of Victor's fate was finally brought to a point, as the flesh of his cock stirred back awake from a state of softened, leaking relaxation.

"I'm delighted to see that your body obliges...perhaps I will keep you alive , after all...keep you warm and fed so that you can provide me all the food I'll ever need," the shadow theorized. "And all the while, you can sit there and squirm and wiggle and protest, pretending that you don't love being raped for your seed...what better arrangement could you possibly hope for, Victor?"

He still couldn't answer with his voice, but as he moaned around his mouthful, the shadow's taunt was enough to lift his cock from his body in a full, violent throb, the shaft gathering vitality to itself again in a matter of seconds.

"Looks like you're happy with my decision. Delightful."

Expecting the suction hose to capture the tip of his cock again, Victor was more than ready to feel that tight, suckling grip at the base of his shaft anew, but he didn't have to wonder about what was coming as the other tentacles lifted him up from the floor.

Hoisting him into the air as easily as a child would lift their favorite doll, the shadow turned Victor into his own personal action figure with a host of other tendrils: their grip was loose enough to give his legs the chance to kick and squirm as they fought against him, but too tight for his body to hope to escape.

"That's it, kitten...allow yourself to be spread like the good little food source that you are!"

Toes curled with silent delight as Victor's legs were pried apart, the tentacles wrapped around his fur in such plentiful lengths that even his trademark stripes were barely visible under their cover.

Lifted in such a posture that his legs bent in the air and his entire body was exposed, he could already see another pair of tentacles sliding across the floor, each one dripping with a new, unknown fluid...and all the while, the smaller tendrils were tickling their way up the inside of his thighs and dipping around to the underside of his tail, lifting it from the firm, taut flesh of his rump.

No way this has anything to do with sustenance, Victor thought. He's just fucking me for the sake of fucking me, now...and those tentacles look huge .

He could already wager a guess to where one of the tentacles was going, but that knowledge didn't make it any easier for Victor to believe what he was feeling, when the tip of one tendril pressed against the back of his leg, blindly aiming for the warmth of his pucker.

"The more comfortable you are, the more you enjoy yourself, the more productive you'll be," the shadow noted. "And as much as you protest, you've been throbbing and spitting precum at the floor since I lifted you up there and made you into a helpless little pincushion. You can pretend to hate it, but your body knows what it wants, Victor...and your protests aren't going to stop me from fucking you silly."

Willingness was removed as a factor from the beginning, but even that far along, the creature was making sure that Victor knew his place.

His role as a food source and a sexual plaything needed to be reinforced every step of the way if Victor was to give as much seed as he could, and to that end, the shadowy beast was truly starting to enjoy having such control over another living being, twisted as that was.

The inexperienced push and press of a tentacle against the firm, toned backside was just another delight that the shadow was happy to partake in, but Victor was the greatest benefactor of those antics.

He's missing on purpose, I'm sure, he realized. As easily as he stuffed that first one down my throat, he's just teasing me, now...

What he could only imagine was the shadow's precum was already spraying across his backside and spitting into the gap between his cheeks, soaking the underside of Victor's tail with the same tease that he'd predicted.

That slick, messy fluid poured down and between his cheeks, leaving a small river to spread over the tender warmth of his pucker. Tight as the entrance was to begin with, the juices were just the right temperature to help relax his flesh without overheating it, and just behind the coming of the flood was the delicious pressure of a pliable, slippery tendril upon Victor's tailhole.

One sincere press would have been more than enough to get the job done--the strength behind the tentacles was no secret, at that point--but the shadow was content to tease Victor a little bit longer, letting him feel pleasure of the weight and the pressure without the subtle pain and pinch of a real penetration.

"It almost feels wrong to give you exactly what you want. All this protesting, and yet, you're leaking so much precum that you're making a puddle on the floor..."

Without so much as touching the tiger's cock, the shadow was prompting a fresh, lengthy bead of precum to spill from the end of his length. Just the threat of penetration was enough to draw another slow, easy spurt from the tip, but as high off the ground as Victor was, it took seconds for the forming waterfall to actually reach the floor...

...Wasting that much volume was more than the shadow could live with.

"You do realize that the whole reason I'm keeping you alive and fucking your tight, tender ass is because I need that, right?" the shadow reminded him. "Do you really think I'd let you get away with wasting it like that?"

When he was actively seeking to be roughed up--to have his body taken, his pride ruined, and his consent ignored--it was difficult for the monster to come up with any clever ways to punish Victor that weren't actually rewards, at their core.

That was something the shadow would happily live with, as one of his tendrils firmed up and smacked across the backside of the hanging tiger, landing harshly against his toned flesh.

"You'd better warn me next time that you start wasting your fluids like that, or I'll hit you twice as hard," the shadow cautioned. "Just because I'm keeping you alive doesn't mean I intend to be gentle with you!'

The warning was punctuated by the deep, sudden drive of an invading tendril, spreading Victor's asshole and stretching out the comfortable pucker of his entrance. Pliable as the tentacles proved to be, they could shrink and grow at will--the shadow had no intention of properly injuring his new plaything--but the girth was still plentiful enough to leave Victor whimpering around his mouthful.

Having a tentacle shoved down his throat, pumping and fucking at his mouth with all the eager pace of a typical male was already a rare and kinky delight, but to feel a similar pressure from the other side, moving with a slower gait, yet a deeper presence...Victor was absolutely stuffed, stimulated to the point that a single touch would have been enough to bring him right back to the edge of an orgasm.

Smaller tendrils were already seeing to it that he wouldn't spill another drop of that precious seed, while their sneaky approach around the underside of Victor's sack would encourage that much more of his essence to be offered to his new master.

"You've completely stopped struggling. Can't really call it a rape anymore when you've given yourself up to me so willingly," the shadow claimed. "Or is it that you're already exhausted? Got nothing left to give?"

Suspended the way he was, Victor could only tremble at the suddenly rapid pump of the tentacle buried in his ass. His limbs were so pliable that even when his toes curled and his paws clenched into fists, there was no effort to escape left behind them, but there was a thin veneer of false defeat lingering around every forbidden touch, allowing him to cling to that fantasy a little longer.

Even when a new appendage came for the tip of his cock and opened wide in front of it, showing a tighter entrance and warm, pink muscles within, he was helpless to even try and turn his hips away from the offering.

All the way over the smooth, rounded tip of his member, the new tendril worked down further and further, with an internal grip that felt more like he was penetrating a fellow feline than an otherworldly creature. Slick and heated inside, the tendril could conform to every inch of Victor's manhood, ensuring that even the littlest bit of a struggle on his part would bring him closer to an inevitable climax.

The shadow had bested him once again, and from below, the tickling wisps that worked at his sack were encouraging him to blow his load before he even had a chance to feel what else the new appendage could do.

"Sure feels to me like you've got plenty left to give where it counts, Victor. I hope you're ready to pay your dues..."

What started as a slow and comfortable pump into his asshole was quickly gaining pace, the hammering weight of that tentacle thrusting deeper and deeper, until it finally reached the proper depth to tickle Victor's prostate.

He was grateful to have something stuffed in his throat at that moment, keeping him from crying out in a moment of pure defeat, but the tendril pumping into his mouth was finally tiring out, slowing down...and with a lurching presence, it stiffened up in his muzzle and painted the very bottom of his throat with what Victor could only imagine was the equivalent to the creature's cum.

Warm, slick and just the littlest bit salty, the flavor was imbued on his flesh as the rigid tentacle pulled back, spitting a plentiful volume of slippery juices across the roof of Victor's mouth. Swallowing as rapidly as he could, the tiger watched the excess spilling down the creamy coat of his underbelly; keeping up with such an impressive amount would have been impossible, even with a warning.

"You really are just a wasteful creature, aren't you?" the shadow asked. "Letting so much of my gracious bounty spill all over your body like that...or is it something else, perhaps? You don't just like to be taken, used and fucked, but left a mess when its all said and done?"

All the way down to the thicker, fuzzier fluff around his pubic mound, those juices were spilling and leaking as the rigid tentacle gave the last of its juices to Victor.

Swallowing back as much as he could and trying to look proud and defiant, even then, Victor was putting on his final, brave face.

"You're the one who missed your mark," he claimed. "So much for dominating me..."

He knew what he was getting himself into, even before another pair of tentacles formed up from the darkness and plunged themselves at his face.

Victor opened wide, but their pressure never came.

"Knew it. Like all heroes, you've got your limits...you need this even more than I do, now," the shadow boldly claimed. "So if you really want me to stuff those down your throat and finish milking the last of your seed out of you...you'll have to do something for me, would-be hero."

Looking down at his suspended body and watching a tendril pump itself in and out of his stretched, gaping tailhole, Victor couldn't help a brief chuckle. "What else c-could I possibly do for you, now?"

" Beg."

"...W...What?"

"Beg me to finish you off," the shadow repeated itself. "Beg me to stretch your throat, fuck your ass, milk your cock and ruin you..."

Victor was convinced that the creature would go ahead with his plan regardless, given its literal need for his seed.

When he hung there for almost a full minute, and felt the hammering at his backside come to a stop, he realized that the creature had called his bluff...and what little resistance he had left about him disappeared in an instant.

"Mrrnf...f-fine," Victor groaned. "Take me, then...milk me; drain me. Fuck me until I can't walk...just...d-don't make me wait any longer!"

"Heh. Much better," the shadow praised him. "I do love the way you earthlings are completely willing to give away your dignity in exchange for a little pleasure...it's such a turn-on, the way you'll give up anything for your fix."

Prepared to argue his case, Victor opened his maw and received the reward of a pair of tentacle thrusting into his open mouth, instead. One longer, slimmer appendage pushed down into his throat while the other rubbed against the roof of his mouth, tickling between his parted fangs...and from the other side, familiar pressure was building as the massive tentacle in his ass picked up new, fresh vitality.

Much like the first one to explore his throat, the length buried in his ass was becoming rigid with the simulated pressure of an orgasm, just in time for Victor to cry out around his new, greater mouthful.

"About to cum already? And I'm just getting started..."

Victor almost forgot about the tight, eager grip of the new tendril around his cock, but that proved the greatest pleasure of all: lining up directly with his tip, the inside of the appendage became like a sleeve, bouncing itself against Victor's member and squishing down that much tighter when it reached the very base of his shaft.

The combination of a lengthy, deep thrust and the suction at the very end of each move was unlike anything Victor had ever experienced; to only learn of it when his body was already pushed to the brink was perhaps the greatest cruelty he'd know, at the hands of the mysterious creature.

"There it is...pumping me full again already, Victor?" the shadow asked, and through one wincing eye, the tiger could see his next load of cum being worked right out, pushing up and through the new tendril with a slower speed and longer course to finish. "You still had this much to give, too? By the gods, you...you really are the last food source I'll ever need!"

The seal wasn't quite as tight the second time, and the eager tendril wouldn't stop thrusting, even when Victor was trembling with feverish delight. His asshole tightened such that the tentacle buried within couldn't hold its position, and just as the pressure became too great, the rigid flesh sprayed another load of false seed across his body, soaking the curve of his rump and bathing the backs of his thighs.

All the while, his own cock was pulsing with such violence that he could see it bulging and writhing against the inside of the thinner tendril, complete with the long, messy streaks of white that painted the creature with new, needed vitality.

Two loads in such a quick succession was as much as Victor could hope to give. Aroused as he still was, he was relieved to feel the multiple lengths pulling back from his throat, and at the end of it all, a pleasant squeeze, akin to a hug, wrapped around his entire body; the tentacles were decidedly friendly, when they weren't simulating a twisted and violent scenario.

**

"Thanks a bunch for letting me use the shower back there. You're sure this building is properly plumbed and everything?"

Victor still didn't see the creature's full, pure form, but there was something more of an outline visible around the eyes. The closest the tiger could approximate it to was some kind of phantom, but it was more than capable of touching living things and interacting with the material world.

All told, it left quite the mark on Victor already.

"Yes, the building is up to code. I understand that most people who come here don't have any reason to use the facilities, but I wasn't going to make you walk home like that."

His clothes were restored, along with everything in his pockets. That brought about more questions than answers, but Victor didn't intend on this being their last meeting.

"I do appreciate it," the tiger replied. "Shall I just show myself out, then?"

"If you like. The money should hit your account within a business day, plus a bonus for making a double donation."

Victor tensed at that, flustered by the memory. "I didn't have much of a choice in the matter...not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"If you're that much of a fan of being told what to do, I could always demand a scheduled donation from you every week," the shadow offered. "In fact, I'm planning on running a special for my best donors, this Halloween...feels like the right atmosphere for someone like me to make the best haul of the year."

"Halloween, hm?"

It was a tempting enough thought: the tiger didn't have any plans for that holiday weekend, and he could always use the extra money.

"Only if you're interested."

Victor nodded, his bashful smile taking more of a devious curl.

"...Only if you don't give me a choice in the matter, shadow."