Urban Hive (Biles & Asys)

[Biles]

On any other day, the sky would always be sunny, but not today. As school got out, some of the students still remained trying to get their personal belonging. It was a private school and the uniforms they wore were typically of modern Japanese students. From the sailor-style blouse down to their knee-high slouch sockwarmers and black hushpuppy shoes.

In the school girls' locker room two girls were the last to leave. Kimiko saw her friend just before she walked out the door and started a conversation with her.

"Hey, so you're really gonna walk all the way home by yourself?" she asked leaning against the wall of lockers just before leaning close to her friend's ears with some dire news.

"Well if you're planning to go alone, just be sure to take a different route. I heard that a number of girls getting kidnapped had recently skyrocketed and most of the kidnappings are happening closer to this school's premises. I'd watch your back if I were you."

 

[Asys]

On any other day, the sky would always be sunny, but not today. As school got out, some of the students still remained trying to get their personal belonging. It was a private school and the uniforms they wore were typically of modern Japanese students. From the sailor-style blouse down to their knee-high slouch sockwarmers and black hushpuppy shoes.

In the school girls' locker room two girls were the last to leave. Kimiko saw her friend just before she walked out the door and started a conversation with her.

"Hey, so you're really gonna walk all the way home by yourself?" she asked leaning against the wall of lockers just before leaning close to her friend's ears with some dire news.

"Well if you're planning to go alone, just be sure to take a different route. I heard that a number of girls getting kidnapped had recently skyrocketed and most of the kidnappings are happening closer to this school's premises. I'd watch your back if I were you."

Myra blew off the rumour with a chuff of air, bending to straighten her stockings. "Yeah, I am walking home. Just where did you hear such a silly thing, Kimiko?" The other girl was prone to such thought, coltish in her comprehension of the world around them and willing to accept most anything said. The futa finishing packing her textbooks in her bag, slung it over one shoulder, and turned to wave at Kimiko before exiting the building. "See you tomorrow!" she called.

Walking was a sutble act of masturbation in and of itself for Myra.

Without support for her balls, she looked almost comical: she had to spread her legs to accommodate their weight, which pulled down on her scrotum, stretching the neck thin at the top with the bottom full and pendulous. They were each a little smaller than a soccer ball, and so she had to keep them slung up in a harness of leather and cotton. They were shameful, or so she thought.

Her cock was a further embarrassment, uncut, the foreskin clearly stretched to accommodate the sheer girth--a full four inches--the ridge of her massive glans so pronounced that if seen in profile, it seemed surely circumcised. Her urethra was a good two inches in diameter and sensitive to even the slightest touch, oozing a constant flow of thick, clear pre-cum, the cumlips swelling out an inch long around the slit. It was slung up against her body as well, rubbing against her balls so that she was slightly aroused and semi-tumescent, nine inches against her thigh, not yet at its full length.

She paid little attention to the surroundings around her, familiar as they were--the same old buildings, the same shadows, the same way she always walked home, eager to get there so she could finally get off and dampen the arousal that had dogged her all day.

 

[Biles]

Myra's afternoon would take a dire turn and change her life forever. Though the grey sky blocked the sun from sinister activities ready to sprout its devious scheme on Myra, the sky grew unusually darker than usual, yet the whether didn't intensify as one would expect from an incoming storm, rather, it started to reach nightfall quicker than anyone has anticipated, or so at leas to Myra's perspective. Whatever was going to happen to her would take advantage of her by exploiting the disadvantages of her massive male genitals that was ready to rip apart her makeshift carriage under her pleated skirt. The sky darkened so much that it was just enough for the neighborhood she was strolling through to turn on their lights.

Not once has Myra ever walked home from school in a night-time setting with street lights turned on. Because of the unusual sky quickly conceding to nightfall, the scenery that she was all too familiar with drastically changed her perception and orientation. While she was technically in a familiar neighborhood, the dark night sky and lit street lights made the area look as if she had never been to this part of town before. Clearly there were sinister ominous forces working against Myra who was all alone. The urban ambience synonymous with afternoon settings suddenly fell into deaf silence and not even the chirping of crickets were enough to prevent the audible deafening silence from slightly compressing within her head.

 

[Asys]

More and more shadows pooled around her as she walked, and eventually Myra was was unable to distinguish her own from the layered washes of darkness. The street was cold and crowding with black; she was confused, unable to regognize any familiar landmarks. The lampposts flickered, light eddying and dying, and the light cut across one side of her, the other lost to shadow. Myra took her school sweater from her backpack, shrugging it over her shoulders, and, slinging the bag over her arms again, clutched the straps tightly.

There was an odd sense of unease that crept up on her, like someone--out of her periphery--was watching, a bullseye itching at the back of her neck. The futa paused, shivered. Surely it couldn't be night already? She felt defeated, utterly lost, but kept moving. There was no sign of life on the street, save herself. "Hello?" she called out, disturbed by the silence. From the corner of her eye--faint, but surely it was there--she thought she saw a shadow break from the dark that gathered by the gutter.

 

[Biles]

Even the trees stopped swaying loudly despite the raging black storm looming over young Myra's head. The young futa inevitably stopped when the scenery confused her to no ends. She felt not only lost, but a nerve-wracking feeling that she was being stalked. Perhaps what Kimiko said really was true and that her attitude on the gossiping rumors now had dire consequences. As she continued to move on, the neighborhood landscape became more and more unrecognizable.

Then after a few minutes of walking, Myra would inevitably wander further away of what was considered civilization and reach the fringed edge of a forest. There was little semblance of man-made structures as the road that led to a dead end appeared in disrepair and populated with far less abandoned buildings. Not even the glow of the main city lights were visible from a far distance. It appeared as if wildlife nature encroached in her neighbor while luring Myra to its presence.

 

[Asys]

Kimiko had undoubtedly been right, and Myra felt an utter fool for having ignored her. If only she'd found the other girl trustworthy; if only she'd believed her. The futa had nothing to protect herself with, save her wit and quick legs. She walked quietly, mouse-like, down the road that had gone from paving to dirt. She had never been here before: nothing was recognizable to her.

She hoped that, were she to continue on, she'd find someone who'd be willing to help; the city behind her seemed bleak, unforgiving, and altogether frightening--and if there was a threat, surely it would be lurking there, and not in the woods? She began to walk down the path, past the last of the buildings (none seemed to be inhabited, no luck there) and into the trees. Creepers and thick vines crossed her path, and the crazed shadows confused her.

She kept walking, squinting against the dark, and wished that she'd had a flashlight with her. All that Myra was able to make out was the faint, blocky shapes of plants alongside her and the dirt path that she continued on. It seemed warmer than it had outside the woods, a comfortable temperature, and she no longer felt chilled.

 

[Biles]

The woods were unfriendly, yet it wanted to compel her within. Once inside, the dense woods darkened to the point that being able to view the vertical stacks silhouettes of the trees were blending too well in the black night ambience. Perhaps by chance Myra stumbled into a forest park or something, yet there were no indications of any scenic routes, signs, or even benches for that matter. Not even a glow in some distance to indicate there was some sort of fountain area that was well paved and maintained.

Instead, this forest was not domesticated, it was naturally wild forest untouched by man. The ground was carpeted by lots of debris but mostly dried leaves that crunched out loudly with each steps and breaking the deafening silence that overwhelmed Myra. Hardly anything could be seen. What tiny dark ambient lighting was available allowed only the whites of her uniform to stick out like a sore thumb, including the turtleneck sweater she carried around her neck.

As she ventured forth in this vast forest, the trees were becoming very clumped close together making the effort of walking by them very difficult and the branches were often becoming very naked with fewer leaves on them. It wasn't until the branches became very brittled and claw-like that they started to cling on to various parts of her uniform.

 

[Asys]

The path had been lost to her maybe fifteen minutes back, the ground littered with dead leaves and twigs. The sky above was blocked out by the branches and canopy above. There was no moon or stars to guide her.

The woods were getting denser and denser, and soon Myra was stumbling near-blindly, moving away intruding branches and shrubbery with her hands. Bits of leaf and twig snapped and fluttered, catching in her hair and clothes. She stopped to catch her breath, and, desperate, knowing that she was lost, slung her backpack off, set it on the ground, and slumped against a tree to sit on the bag, her thighs splayed wide to avoid her massive scrotum.

She'd have to wait until morning--then she'd be able to find her way out with a bit more light. The dark and heavy, crowded forest seemed too threatening. Despite the mild panic gripping at her gut, she was still half-erect, dripping heavily, a thick clear fluid. Pre-cum oozed from her gaping urethra, drooling down her thighs and onto the forest floor.

 

[Biles]

Giving up on continuing further as no progress was made to get back home, Myra finally set foot and dropped her stuff just to catch her breath for awhile. As soon as she sat herself on the ground and against the mossy tree, the ground felt soft and the displacement of the dried leaves released a fresh humid mossy smell indicating just how raw and dirt nature was below her. However, even with the chance of waiting it out till morning would prove futile for the dark forest was too influential.

Even if it allowed some bit of sunlight through, Myra was likely to never escape the cursed forest. The young futa was already stressed enough and that's not including the fact that she was already sexually aroused given her inconvenienced endowed member lodged underneath her skirt. Her body's musky scent was pouring out and mixing in with the natural scent of the forest. This started to attract unwanted attention as creatures of the nights began to stalk Myra and begun their typical symphonic night ambient sounds.

With her legs spread out, Myra's large plump round seed factories were pressed down against the soft moist ground and already being painted with the futa's leaking pre. The dried leaves underneath her skirt began to move about as slithering nightcrawlers were being drawn to her sex in the droves. With the sounds of night filling the air and likely keeping Myra somewhat audibly occupied, more lowlife creatures began to emerge on the forest floor, concealing themselves under the blankets of dried leaves, debris, and fields of grass.

Even the tree was slowly becoming alive and when it was detecting Myra's leaking sex, its roots deep in the ground began to move about subtly. The rugged surface on its bark began to shed off quietly and exposed various orifices close to Myra where it began to release aphrodisiac and slithering wet creatures resembling large leeches camouflaged very well.

 

[Asys]

The air surround her was humid, damp, a soft, wet sort of heat, all loamy earth. It smelled like life--not fetid, though there were undertones of rotting leaves--comforting. The pheromones were beginning their work on her. Myra's muscles uncoiled, the fear in her easing. She'd get out tomorrow, surely. It was warm and hazy, and she felt oddly safe, the earlier terrors of being lost behind her.

Her eyes were half-lidded, so she thought that the stirring by her was a trick of the shadows. But no: the silence was broken by chittering and chirping noises. Myra sat upright, her spine stick-straight, and tried futiley to make out what was going on. Her eyes had adjusted some to the darkness, and she could spot things moving beneath the leaves. Bits of bark shedded off to speck her shoulders and hair, but she brushed them away, intent on trying to figure out what was going on around her.

She inhaled the air deeply; felt herself easing, the pheromones causing her cock to swell with blood--not an erection, but veins were making themselves visible, her glans flushing a dark pink. Something moved beneath her skirt; she squirmed, moved back so her back was flush against the tree. Perhaps she ought to get up and leave...

 

[Biles]

Myra almost left herself vulnerable to the whims of the forest and as they tried to seduce her into a lull state of arousal, the young futa was too sharp and aware to realize that something was happening around her. She was shaken out of her docile reverie and began to take on a heightened defensive position by backing herself up against the big old tree. However, the tree itself proved to be very soft and almost cushion like, not hard and stiff like real wood. When Myra tried to push herself away from unseen critters, there were too many leaves causing her to feet to slide along the floor. Yet the pheromones were already taking its toll on the futa's massively endowed sexes.

With her cock heavily engorged on rushing rapids of floods inflating the meandering veins and arteries, it began to painfully squeeze itself within the makeshift leather harness Myra was wearing underneath her skirt. Unfortunately, Myra's movement was severely compromised from the sudden constant growing erection hampering her chance of escaping unseen dangers in the dark forest. By the time she pushed as far back as she could, her buttocks sunk into some sort of low pit of somekind and the bare skin of her virgin supple skin made contact with a mossy surface of somekind. Myra would become stuck and left as easy prey to the lowlife vile creatures coveting her prized appendages and organs ready to show itself from underneath her skirt.

 

[Asys]

Things were hazy around the edges, soft and slow. Myra's balls felt bloated, her cock too heavy, too full, the leather straps pinching the delicate flesh; she fumbled deftly with the harness and, after a minute or two, managed to free her genitals from the binding cotton.

One hand's fingers skimmed over one of her balls, squeezing it gently; her hand was not large enough to hold the entirety of it. With her other hand, she smeared pre from the underside of her cock onto her index finger and eased it into her urethra with a whimpering moan. "Oh..." she breathed. One finger, then two, then three--then four, a continuous ooze of clear, sticky fluid drooling from her cumslit. This wasn't enough. If she were back at home, Myra would be fucking her cock with that big black ridged dildo, twisting and pumping it in and out until she couldn't bear it anymore, and then pausing, waiting for the pleasure to ebb a little before inserting the vibrating plug that stretched her cockslit to its full two inches--never enough--and squirming, leaving it there for at least an hour before removing it and fucking her cock again to a messy, tremendous orgasm.

She eased back further, absently stroking her shaft, fingers scissoring and dipping into the mouth of her cock, wet with pre-cum, and found herself sinking into the mossy ground and against the tree. Myra struggled to get up, but her buttocks were sunken too deeply. Dropping her genitals, she struggled to get up and away from whatever held her. "Help, please!" she cried out.

 

[Biles]

Myra finally removed the harness which chaffed too painfully against her heavily engorged male organs. Upon being liberated, her cock was fully flexed out from underneath her skirt and exposed into the open air for all the creepy slithering creatures to see. The large plump sex beacon began to attracted various lowlifes in the droves and converging to Myra's location just underneath the soil and the heavy debris pile of leaves. It made the creatures eager to see a fresh futa school girl lewdly perform an exhibition of expression sexual desires even though it was unintentional.

Her cock was writhing in intense ecstasy of pleasure as was indicated by the heavy flow of pre seeping out constantly from the flaring lips of her cumslit. Myra's constant play of her large meat helped spread tremendous amounts of musk in the area and demonstrated her physical ability to play with her urethral with four fingers. Drowning in the deep distraction of trying to pleasure herself, Myra's guards were let down and allowing more and more nightcrawlers to build up in close proximity to her, waiting for the right chance to strike.

Once the schoolgirl realized she got herself stuck and tried to struggle out crying for help in vein, the tree dropped a pile of tentacle vines in a way to make it seem that Myra's struggle caused them to fall on top of her. Struggling more allowed the vines to entangle her arms and wrists before subtly raising them above her head. And with her engorged dick left vulnerable and making it difficult to close her legs, two hidden vines sprouted up and seized her ankles and using little effort to pull her legs apart. Now she was displayed in a fashion that invited all who had coveted her meat to finally swarm in out into the open and free from the fear of being swatted.

 

[Asys]

Myra's fingers dipped repeatedly, smoothing around the edges of her urethra, tugging at the lips of her cumslit and squeezing her massive glans between thumb and forefinger before spreading her urethra back open with the same fingers to dive the four fingers of the other hand in.

The sudden restraint was a surprise to her, hands tugged away from her genitals. She lurched forward, only to be stopped by the numerous vines. Myra was spread wide, thighs splayed open and oh so vulnerable, her cock draped over her heavy balls. In essence, she was virtually locked into the prone position, with no ability to move. The pheremones kept her from panic, but her breathing was going from a smooth pattern to erratic pants as she took in what was happening. Squirming, she tugged against the vines again. "Help, please!" she yelled out. "Let me go!"

The futa was fully erect now from her previous self-teasing, a little over a full foot, shaft blushed pink with blood and twitching with her heartbear. The mouth of her cock was stretched open enough that it appeared puckered, fleshy lips on either side of the opening. Her thick urethral tube was already full of pre-cum and was literally bulging from the base all the way to the head. Some of it spilled around the flared glans and rolled along the crease of her thighs on either side, down towards the vines at her ankles.

 

[Biles]

The young futa schoolgirl was hapless and her inability to appease the tormenting sexual itches burning through the thick engorged cock, merely helped to drive her erection up and outwards. Eventually her hardened erection would lift Myra's big slab of meat up into the air further denying the nightcrawlers a chance to even come close. Still with her pre and sex leaking uncontrollably, the worms, maggots, slugs, leeches, and grubs finally made contact with her inner thighs, slurping up whatever juices were on her skin. Strangely, Myra's spurts of pre splattered onto the vines immediately disappeared as if the vines soaked it up.

As Myra struggled, it only helped the vines to further restrain her arms in place. For her the thought of losing her virginity to bottom-dwelling lowlife creatures was disgusting and humiliating, and though she cried out for help, her own body betrayed her will as it was desperate to seek relief in any forms and at any given cost. The more she resisted, the more her body yearned out to those who could could satisfy its sexual lustful hunger. The vines which cuffed her ankles further spread Myra's legs until she looked like she was capable of doing the splits. Fortunately her thick sockwarmers prevented any chaffing in the process. Myra's struggled forced the vines to tear much of her pleated skirt away exposing more of her nether region out into the dangerous opening of the dark hideous night.

Since the nightcrawlers primarily resided under the soil, there were all obviously white in color. Soon, the futa's inner thighs were buried in the swarms like a living blanket which slowly began to swallow up the large healthy orbs of flesh that was constantly churning and pumping various amounts to her needy girlycock. The base of her shaft was overrun within seconds before finally, the wormy creatures slithered up her member and began to latch their tiny mouths onto the surface, slurping away and savoring the salty flesh of Myra's male appendage. However, more room became available as her erection grew stretching her skin. Oddly enough, only her ripened fruity and shiny purple glans was left intact as its cumlips inflated almost as big as real human lips of average size.

 

[Asys]

There were disgusting, grub-like creatures headed towards her, squishy but oddly solid. And they seemed to be aligning themselves towards her exposed crotch. They moved closer to Myra's cock and she reflexively tried to squirm away. No use.

But then--then they were swarming over her balls. Her cock was rock hard and straining, throbbing hard enough that it appeared to be twitching in unison with her heartbeat. The dorsal vein was literally pulsing; the grubs on her shaft had tugged down her foreskin. Her already-huge balls, draped on the ground, were swelling even larger, causing her torso to clench and her head to roll from side to side. Each exhale came as a long whimper. It was pulling Myra toward the edge, but was nowhere near enough to push her towards an orgasm. She tried to rise off the ground, wiggle out of the vines, but they were so slick with her own pre-cum and tight around her that she kept falling. 

Looking down, she saw her own body splayed out, legs wide, feet still covered by white socks that were coming loose in the struggle. She watched her toes move involuntarily inside the flopping socks as her heels pushed down, trying to shove her hips up, trying to shove more of her dick towards the nightcrawlers. "Please..." she whimpered. "What do you want from me?"

Inside the living, crawling sleeve, her cock was pulled tight, stretched as long as it would go, as hundreds of wiggling ridges and bumps began a wicked stimulation up and down the length of her dick. It was unlike any sensation she could ever imagine. Her cock was trapped; it quickly throbbed and thickened inside the sleeve.

Myra tried to not concentrate on the feelings, tried to ignore the endless, teasing waves of pleasure that swirled around and over her balls and shaft, but she was helpless to stop it, more pre-cum oozing from her gaping urethra and dripping onto the nightcrawlers below.

 

[Biles]

Myra's dick was finally theirs to plunder and loot. As each individual worms wiggled, her cock looked like a dead carcass being fed to the nightcrawlers feasting on her flesh, but their individual wiggling actions continued to agitate and rip pleasure through the young futa's distended throbbing pride. Soon however, some of the much larger grubs arrived and climbed over the mass blanket of maggots and knew where exactly to scurry for the source of the futa's tasty milky nectar. When they stopped at the neck of her member, these fat ribbed grubs began to extend their long pink glistening agile hollowed tongues and began to dip into Myra's cumslit.

From there, these vile tickling tongues would drive Myra crazy as their surfaces were covered in prickly follicles and as the tongues slid themselves along the surface, the follicles would devastate the bundles of nerves that resided within the engorged inflated purple glans whose cumlips now turned to a much darker color. But it even got worse. The vile tongues slid deeper into her urethral shaft where it was very warm and wet, not to mention that was where much of Myra's fresh pre was stored. It didn't take long for the grubs to fully drain the futa's fattened cock of its fresh semen nectar.

As Myra struggled still, more so from the devastating and unbearable pleasure than trying to free herself, the heel of her hushpuppy shoes raked the dry leaves and exposed the slightly soft earth and began to dig her heels into that. Her sockwarmers were merely being pushed down along Myra's calf and scrunch down almost to her ankles. What followed would take a different turn of events as something coming out of the dark had a great enormous influence over the parasitical nightcrawlers.

 

[Asys]

Without her control, her body jerked against the vines, her body sending signals to her brain that enough was enough. Reflexively, her torso twisted to escape the stimulation--but Myra was trapped. She strained forwards, attempting to move; making no progress, a pathetic squeal drawled forth from her mouth.

Something new happened. As the precum oozed out of her cock, something suddenly attacked her cumslit, lapping up the liquid as it emerged; but when it did, it also pushed open the lips of her cockhead, reaching just inside her urethra, a maddening tickling sensation on the walls of her cumslit. It was trying to feed on her cum, milking her like a cow, raping her cock with pleasure as she helplessly bucked and thrashed under its assault.

As another ribbon of precum exited her dick, the tongues pulled it all out at once, making it feel twice as big as it was. It felt like each wad was shooting out and then back into her cock. For another minute, Myra's body continued to jerk and twist in the vines as it unwillingly supplied the larger grubs with her seemingly endless supply of precum.

 

[Biles]

Myra was helpless to do anything about the excruciating agitation to her bloated and engorged girly cock, it was being violated inside and out and the nightcrawlers would push, stretch, and even bend areas of her elongated fattened girth of her meat. The larger grub creatures were still not satisfied and began to inch closer to Myra's gaping tip where upon they began to lick further in and push much deeper. The base of the tongue became thicker and the follicles were more coarse and harsher, though they didn't cause any serious abrasions, just driving the futa out of sanity. Their lapping actions were at random and not in sync, not to mention it stretched Myra's cumslit even wider so that the environmental humidity would whisk by in a breezy gust.

The ominous being from a distant slowly made its way towards Myra's position. In doing so, it was still shrouded in an vague shaped silhouette, and began to part away masses of worms that covered much of the ground. Who or whatever it was, certainly had a keen interest on its new captured prey. The nightcrawlers merely helped to subdue her and open her up to this mysterious being. For the worms that could not part ways and avoid the wrath of the beast with strong influence, there was one other place it considered hiding the one place Myra had yet to be explored and touch. Clearly as she was getting her cock ravaged and milked like a pair of cow udders, her pink flaring folds of her soaking hot snatch was letting out a strong pungent feminine scent that began attracted some of the most grotesque slithering nightcrawlers.

Now they began to wiggle themselves around Myra's outer pussy lips before licking up her warm feminine soup being collected at the base of her love hot tunnel.

 

[Asys]

Myra's body was tensing, her hips slowly tilting up, offering even more of her melon-sized ballsac to the nightcrawlers attached to her, trying to somehow get even more sensation from it. But she was trapped inside the sleeve and was a slave to whatever these creatures wanted to do to her. The grotesque grubs at her cunt caused another bout of squirming, her pelvis trying to jerk away from the creatures that lapped at her.

Suddenly, she felt the lips of her piss-hole pulled even wider as more of the tongues quickly breached her urethra, probing even deeper inside her cock, forcing more panting groans from her. As it pushed in, pulling dabs of precum out, it slipped forwards, pushing further down inside her. Two inches. Six inches. Pushing deeper still. It felt like a wad of cum being pulled out then, pushed back inside her, over and over. "More," she pleaded, wiggling at the tickling sensation. "Please... more in my cock. I need more..."

Despite how nervous she was about the grubs, Myra's cock was growing inside the sleeve of grubs more every second, somehow pumped fuller and stiffer than she'd ever felt it. The army of projectiles continued to flick, rub, and stimulate her cock, focusing more and more attention to the edges of her bloated cockhead.

At the edges of her vision, she saw a dark, shadowy figure nearing her. "Who are you?" she demanded, moaning from the night crawlers. "What do you want of me?"

 

[Biles]

The young futa schoolgirl's body was craving for more even though it was not enough to ravage and torment her heavily inflated and bloated member. Nevertheless, as she allowed herself vulnerably exposed and to be exploited, the worms took into delight in squeezing and slurping away at her tender flesh. The large grubs grew highly addicted to Myra's fresh warm pre and became even hungrier than before. Yet despite her enlarged girth, her urethral tract, though stretched and enlarged, only left room for one to enter. However whoever was the first to reach her prostate glands would benefit from her seeds. So unexpectedly, the grubs began to fight one another in the honor of infiltrating Myra's dick.

However, as the grub began fighting over her tip, one purple larva inconspicuously slipped by and slowly encroach Myra's cumslit from underneath and using its myriad pincers to grab a hold of her thick loose frenum located at the neck of her cock. It eventually crawled inside and slowly made its way slithering easily from the greasy surface of the futa's lubricated urethral tract. Slowly it squirmed and rubbed its rugged ribbed surface against the tract, stretching its girth now and then. As it was getting close to its destination, the urethral tract became much thinner and very tight. This put alot of pressure on Myra as burning erotic sensation started to bolt through her massive cock.

The mysterious being who finally approached Myra was still shrouded in darkness and its figure wasn't even close to resembling a humanoid figure out all. Yet for some reason, Myra could sense that it was some sort of sentient intelligent life who wanted a personal closer inspection of its potential mate. Even amidst the chorus noise of squelching chirping and squealing cries and scratches for which Myra's tender pride was drowning in, the being seemed to understand the futa's inquiry. Yet it stood there motionless but somehow watching Myra's sex get ravaged out into the open. It wasn't until the grubs suddenly stopped its incessant fighting did the rest of the nightcrawlers went dead silent but still writhing themselves against her exploited sex organs and appendages.

 

[Asys]

Moaning again and quickly losing control, Myra felt more precum working further and further up her urethra. She continued to struggle and thrash as best she could, crying out loudly, but the vines were immovable and the grubs persistent. The pinching sensation at her sensitive frenum caused her to yelp and jerk her hips. Despite her fear, Myra's senses started to analyze exactly what the unseen grub was trying to do, crawling up the underside of her cock.

And her balls--they were huge to begin with, but now they were even larger, plump, and pushing out from the thin-skinned sack. As disturbing and nightmarish as the experience was for her, Myra couldn't deny she loved it all... the fear, the helplessness, the forced pleasure. She was gasping and whimpering through it all, though she knew it would make no difference--the pumping and pulsing and wiggling on her balls and cock would not stop.

Under the fighting grubs, she saw the dull, flesh-toned mass of her cock surrounded by a glimmering blur as dozens of nightcrawlers stroked and flicked at her dick. It was driving her mad, stimulating her over her entire dick but refusing to give her the deep, cock-penetrating motion she was accustomed to. It was like being forced to orgasm from having her cock tickled. The ridges of the grub pushing down her urethra caused her to cry out loudly, her head thrown back. Myra screamed, hips thrust forward. "Please..." she groaned.

The shadowy mass seemed to want something from her, seemed intelligent. Myra stilled as the night crawlers quieted, body jerking on occasion.

 

[Biles]

Finally, the silhouette being initiated an action causing all of the disgusting denizens of the cursed forest to cease momentarily as if reacting to the will of this being. The aggressive grubs suddenly stopped and stared at the being as it retracted their fuzzy tongues faster than a whipping retractable measuring tape. The squealing screeching shrills immediately subsiding as they finally started recognizing the ominous presence visiting and personally inspecting Myra's sexual plight. She was clearly in agony, desperately wanted to be violated from the inside out.

Unknown to Myra, the purple larva which was slowly inching its way to the prostate glands was under the direct mind influence of the mystery being. It had come to prepare the young futa for a slight transformation. When the nightcrawlers stopped dead in their tracks, they continued to wiggle themselves against the young futa's flesh to keep her stimulated but even that was not going to be enough. An unusual grueling slurping sound emanated from the silhouette being which was soon followed by a strange pulsing sensation erupting from the purple larva lodged deep within her. It began to sting sharp pangs of stinging pleasure into the thickest meat of Myra's cock as it retained much of her erection.

 

[Asys]

Myra howled as the tongues retracted, her body reacting immediately by thrashing against the vines, throwing herself to and thro. The purple grub, nestled deep in her cock and slowly, agonizingly making its burning path to her prostate, was not enough. The flickering tongues had not been enough, either, but their absence left her feeling achingly empty. "Please.." she groaned again, desperate now, her voice trembling and keening, coming out a fifth too high. She needed something bigger, to pry apart the blood-purpled, long lips of her cumslit and tug and fill her urethra, to stretch it beyond the gaping, drooling two inches it currently sat at.

The futa's pelvis jerked, and she snarled at the shadowy creature as it made a wet, fetid noise, her lips curled back from her white teeth. "Why did you stop?!" she demanded. Her cock had softened some, blood draining from the tip, but remained mostly hard with the pulses of sharp pleasure deep inside her cock from the wiggling grub.

 

[Biles]

The young futa schoolgirl jolted once the tongues whipped out of her urethra and back into the horrid grubs. However, with the vile parasitical nightcrawlers stopping all of a sudden from continuing to feed on the futa's sensitive engorged sexes, she began to agonize from the lack of attention her needy cock was crying out for. Not even the strange sharp pulses generated by the slow-crawling purple larva was not enough, but as it finally approached the hollowed prostate glands, it began to coil itself along the organ's inner wall without blocking the hub of all the ducts that connected to it.

Once embedded, it began to resonate and intensify its pulsing waves with even sharper tones. Myra's prostate suddenly began to grow slightly and swell up. As a result, it became a larger easier target easier to exploit and making Myra's sexual touch button more sensitive than ever before. Yet with the lack of physical contact to keep the young futa satisfied sexually, her bloated cock started to soften and slowly regress to its heavily fattened flaccid state. But her pleas would not go unanswered as the creature made its final approach and revealed its true form.

The mystery beast turned out to be a grotesque pale-indigo-colored gigantic leech all heavily ribbed cross sections and covered in greasy slime. Though its outer body was smooth and ribbed, its inner belly revealed very disgusting various appendages, mostly puckering octopus-like suckers all making pepper kissing noise as alien worms were slithering about all over its bodies. It's head was tapered just like a real leech, only it had a mouth and from it, extended a large fat stiff phallic tendril whose girth almost rivaled that of Myra's. It's head look very much like a real penis, only its cumlips were just as heavily puffy but very chapped and radial like an anal. It began prodding Myra's tip, sniffing and exhaling it as it left a bridge of cum connected between the two glans.