Her lips trembled, cracked, and sticky with the remnants of potion and blood, parted around broken breaths. Her tongue lolled once—then she moaned, a soft animal sound that curled out of her chest like steam rising from a wet stone.
The worm writhed, almost eager, stretching one limb forward as if it would crawl the last few inches toward the cum I'd flicked into the dirt. But it couldn't. The stretchers were still locked tight, wrenching her open around the root of its slick, segmented body, her pussy a yawning ruin clenching intermittently around nothing.
"I—I don't... I don't remember..."
I narrowed my eyes, hand twitching over my thigh. My cock was still hard—of course it was. That fucking release barely scratched the itch that'd built after weeks without this body. I knew how this worked. When you suppress your nature long enough, it doesn't go away. It festers. Grows teeth. Then when you let it out, it doesn't crawl. It charges. And now? I was ravenous.
"Then let's make you remember," I said, voice low, my lips curling around a hint of a snarl. I adjusted position, opening my legs even wider and slowly trailing my fingertips along the shaft of my cock, teasing the human girl and the worm by waving my cock around, letting all of the precious essence slip, drip, and stain on the ground between me and her.
HIISSS!
The worm didn't like me wasting more of its meal, and it somehow began controlling the girl, her body shook violently, trying to find a way to flip herself on her stomach, with no arms or legs that task was nearly impossible. But I could understand why. The stench coming off the small drops of pre-cum was enough for a demon of lust to lose his fucking mind, this thing was starving and my leaking dick was like a buffet for him.
"Hehehe..." I chuckled, slow and deep, letting the sound roll out of my throat like smoke curling from a wildfire. My hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock, thick fingers stroking upward in a steady rhythm as I watched the desperate squirming of the girl's half-healed body.
Surprisingly, she managed to use her hips and body's momentum, somehow rolling into a better position, and then she began crawling toward me. And let me tell you that 'Crawl' freaked me out!
Limbless crawling... with her face dragging on the ground using her chin, and what remained of her knees, and elbows to ironically crawl toward me like a worm herself, the worst part?...was her eyes.
Focused on my cock. Not my face, not my arms, not the trail of spunk streaked across my abs. Just that red, leaking demon-cock bobbing lazily between my legs, thick as a wrist and twitching with its own heartbeat. Her lips peeled back in a slack, slavering moan as she inched closer—an inch being generous, because, with no limbs, she was little more than a crawling meat sack, dragged by lust and the parasite inside her.
"Look at you," I murmured, stroking myself with deliberate cruelty, slow enough to leave fat beads of precum slipping free with every upstroke, and downstroke.
"Not even human anymore. Just a carrier. Just a mouth for cock and a womb for monsters." My voice dropped into a purr as she twitched again, the worm in her cunt curling its remaining limbs outward like antennae sensing the air, tasting it. "And you like it."
She gurgled something—half-moaning, half-choking on the thick spit in her mouth as her chin dug into the cave floor, leaving a bloody trail. Her face was torn up now, scraped raw from the rock, and her nose was bleeding, but she didn't stop. Couldn't. The hunger wasn't hers anymore. It belonged to the thing inside her. And I wasn't feeding it. Yet.
I stood.
Not all the way, just enough to let my cock dangle down, head bobbing at her eyeline. It twitched again. She whimpered and the worm hissed.
Then I stepped forward.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth like a dying dog's, drool pouring out in a long string. I grabbed the base of my cock, slapped the head against her cheek with a wet SMACK. Her skin twitched at the contact, and the worm's hiss turned into a frenzied chittering, all of its limbs spasming at once.
"You gonna talk now, bitch?" I snarled, slapping the head against her other cheek, leaving a smear of pre that dripped toward her lips. "Gonna tell me where your fucking Varul queen is?"
"Ahh~" She moaned again, lips parting instinctively. Her jaw opened wide, but not in speech—in hunger. That mouth wasn't for talking anymore. I saw it in her eyes, those glassy blue orbs flicking between my cock and the drops of cum still staining my chest. She didn't want to speak. She wanted to suck.
"No?" I tilted my head, then stepped back just enough to deny her. Her head jerked forward, but I was already out of reach. "Then starve."
'She will break soon'
"Grrr" A guttural, broken wail clawed its way out of her throat. The worm inside her lost it completely, it probably didn't feed in days, and now a five-star buffet was literally in the reach of its limb.
"Hehehe" My laugh was low, rumbling, and cruel. I knelt again, squatted just enough to hold my cock close but not close enough. "Look at you. Squirming for it like a bitch in heat."
I angled my cock down and dribbled another thick string of pre down her forehead, letting it slide down her nose, hanging suspended from her lip. She sobbed—actually sobbed—trying to lick it.
"Say the words," I growled. "Say you'll lead me to her."
"P-please... I... I don't know the way..." her voice came weak, shivering, drawn thin from too much screaming. But then the worm pushed. She jerked, spine arching, hips lifting as if possessed. Her ruined cunt clenched around the parasite, still gaping, and ruined by the hellish tool.
"But I c-can feel her... sh-she calls... in my dreams... her song, it's always... wet... always warm... she's under the roots... the black roots... the tree where the ground bleeds..."
"Hmm... where? And how long would it take me to get there?"
"Three days north from here, the tree is massive, you can't miss it."
"Nice" I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile as I stroked my cock, feeling the power I held over her. "Good girl. You've been a very good little worm-whore."
I sat back against the wall, this time not teasing. I grabbed her by the sides of her shredded skull, fingers lacing through matted blood and dried potion scab, and shoved the head in. Not halfway. Not teasing. I fed her the full fucking length.
GLRK—!!
Her throat locked up instantly. The bulge that formed from my cock stuffing her windpipe was grotesque, a veined shadow pressed through pale skin. Her shoulders bucked. Her hips kicked uselessly against the ground, and the worm—oh, the worm fucking loved it. The parasite shrieked inside her cunt, a sharp hiss-chitter that sounded like a bone snap underwater. It shoved itself deeper, rooting into the ruined womb as if mating with her from the inside out.
Her nose bled. Her mouth suctioned down hard, lips forming a perfect seal around my base. Her whole body trembled like she was convulsing, but not from lack of air—because she was cumming.
"Fuck!... your mouth is like a pussy" I groaned deep, grabbed her scalp tighter, and started fucking. Deep, brutal strokes that turned her head into nothing more than a fucking cock-pocket, a wet, sputtering thing, sucking every drop of my precum until I pulled back just far enough to hear her choke, spit, and tears making a mess of her face. Then I slammed back in and forced another shuddering orgasm.
Her throat spasmed again and again around my shaft, each time milking it, each time trying to swallow the impossible. Her eyes rolled white, her jaw hung slack, but her mouth still held tight. And that worm? It thrashed so hard inside her now, I could hear the wet squelch of its body shifting in her cunt like meat stirred in a pot.
'Fuck!...is this how Umbra feels when I suck his cock?'
SLAP!. SLAP!. SLAP!.
Each thrust hit the back of her throat like a battering ram. I felt the tension building in my balls, the way every stroke dragged me closer to the edge. Her face was a mess of drool and blood and precum, and still, she sucked, sucked like it was religion, like my cock was salvation and she was the fucking high priestess of oral worship.
"Cummmming!!"
I came. Violently. Growling, snarling, pushing her head all the way down until her nose was buried in my pubes and her chin kissed my balls. My red cock swelled inside her, thickening even more as I unloaded, shooting thick, boiling-hot cum straight into her stomach. Her belly twitched, already full, already stretched from earlier—but I didn't stop. I held her there and pumped it in, ropes of white-hot succubus cum flooding her like an offering to her parasite god.
"UGH!" She twitched. Moaned around the seal of my shaft. Gulped. Shivered. Orgasmed. I saw the little twitch of her ruined cunt, happy as a pig in shit.
Only when the last drop was drained did I pull out with a thick, wet SHLURK, strands of cum, and spit snapping like webbing between her mouth and my cock. She collapsed face-down, shaking, her bloated belly gurgling as the worm inside her fed.
I stood tall, cock still half-hard, twitching with pride. I looked down at her—a cum-stuffed, limb-shorn worm-vessel—now gasping and whimpering through a throat still shaped to my cock's girth.
'Ahhh~... what a release' I mentally patted myself on the shoulder as I willed away my dick, tucking the lingering horny feeling and focusing on the important things.
"Three days," I said aloud, cracking my neck, and rolling my shoulders. "You and me, girl. And your little buddy. We're gonna meet Mommy."