let it leave me like a long breath

anyway today (well, yesterday) i posted a kind of blurb of HELL GAME over at sofurry, and in my ongoing attempt to not actually post anything unique over there here's the same stuff. with slightly better markup.

[...]here's some further detail, including a bunch of text samples from the game -- player descriptions, monster descriptions, and a sex scene or two. mostly b/c i wanted to actually, y'know, put some of it out there to see what people thought of it. so, hey, tell me what you think plz.

game design stuff:

so as far as gameplay goes i'm aiming for something vaguely like heroes of might and magic -- there's a map, the map's got terrain, and there are permanent locations there mixed in with one-off item events and regenerating monster encounters. there's some mechanical stuff in place, like a combat system and shops and junk, but i'm still divided about how exactly to apply all these mechanics, since i don't actually want to do the whole... "hp/lust stats; win an encounter to rape whoever; lose to get raped and maybe transformed/impregnated by whoever" thing that is so popular in weird porn rpg games. so now mostly i've been working on the body/description system and then some on designing & writing encounters & hoping for inspiration to strike.

the body system is more focused on giving you descriptions than on having a bunch of transformation events, and currently it's mostly focused on just giving you a bunch of body parts and attributes you can mix around than making you savescum random effects or specifically seek out random battles w/ the tf effects you want.

in-game, as a fundamental aspect of the experience, yr gonna see a lot of: voluntary transformation; grotesque monster bodies. most if not all of the sex is 'optional' but there's gonna be a whole lot of it, and in terms of sex there's gonna be: hyper; weird jizz; sex w/ weird monsters like: mythological monsters, weird undead, biblical angels; not so much yr average furry fursonas. weird genitalia like: tentacles, stamens, masses of writhing worms, cock-tongues, + yr plain old animal dicks. rough sex in the sense of physically demanding; probably some blood. and yknow gaping/prolapses/maybe being fucked unconscious. some impreg stuff. some of that you might be able to maneuver around but that's the prime focus. there's not gonna be: rape, involuntary transformation (though there are scenes where people are like: hey you want me to tf you?), mind control, underage, parent/child incest, snuff, lobotomies chemical or otherwise, bestiality-with-actual-animals.

most of that you'd already know just from reading my writing. also there are a lot of dicks! as if that did not go without saying

player descriptions:

anyway that being said, here are a bunch of player descriptions, about half-and-half generated by the description system vs. handwritten to-implement, mostly because, uh, i got impatient and wanted to post this now. :V

• You are an enormous six-legged bull-monster, twenty-one hands high at the shoulder. Your coat is sleek purple-black obsidian, translucent down an inch, revealing your musculature in almost anatomical detail. Your horns are immense prongs, jutting out and forward from your body, made from brilliantly smooth black obsidian. You grind and crack as you move.

  Your cock is too big to fit in your sheath; the cockhead spills out, continually visible. Your balls are immense and heavy, two rocky boulders churning in your sac, hanging down just past your hocks. Fully hard, your cock reaches nearly to your forelegs, pressed tight against your underbelly, watery pre sheening your rock body gleaming.

• You are a corrupted bestial satyr. Your goat head is encased in an abstract helmet, all geometric planes. Your helmet is wrought from heavy, dark iron, and engraved with blasphemous sigils. Your tongue -- a warted purple-black tentacle -- lolls from within the helmet, drooling filthy ichor in oily lines down your chest.

  Black fur grows from your waist down, thick and filthy. Matted hanks of fur grow across your shoulders and up your forearms. Your fur is stained oily-black with ichor, matted into clumps.

  Your teardrop-shaped sheath gapes, fat cockhead spilling out, sharp tip perpetually oozing lines of black slime. Your cock is tightly bound in a complex latticework of black iron chain, thick chunks of coagulated slime gumming up the links -- when you get hard, the links pop one by one from your sheath, cockflesh straining against the metal. Your balls are grotesquely huge, clear even through your fur, filling the space between your thighs and visibly pulsing with your foul issue. Your gargantuan knot is visible even soft, an internal bulge behind your balls, one that can hardly fit through the vise of your sheath even soft. Fully hard, it grows to a brutally huge knot of lopsided muscle, a ludicrous stopper at the base of your cock: fatter than your head, veins coursing with black blood.

• You are a unicorn. Your coat is a stormy grey, flecked with arcs of brilliant electricity. Your horn is a sharp lightning-bolt crook, zigzagging up from your skull. your horn is lit from within by electric discharge. Your mane is a heavy storm-cloud wreathing your head, darkening your coat with rain that coalesces in the thick of the cloud to run down your neck in rivulets. A brilliant halo of crackling electricity burns through the fog, illuminating your head in flashes of blue-white light.

  Your sheath is grotesquely swollen, thick length nearly filling the space between your flanks even soft, shaft constantly lolling out, head nearly dragging along the ground. fully hard your cock fills the space between your legs, forcing you to walk bowlegged around its titanic girth. The final span of the shaft, and the entirety of your flared cockhead, juts out past your forelegs. Every time your cock twitches there's the crash of lightning: brilliant flashes of electricity coursing up the shaft, the crack of thunder shaking its heavy flesh a half-moment later.

---

(...also i guess it's technically possible to be a furry, but, like, that's boring; who cares about furries. this is a grotesque monster body simulator.)

monster descriptions:

here are a bunch of monster descriptions, which are currently mostly just text-i-wrote, since most of the monsters don't really have much generated variation yet. i'm actually trying to work on that, like, give each monster a few switches that randomly vary so they're not all 100% cookie-cutter repeats.

lesser hellhound

A lesser hellhound blocks your way.

It is a mess of black shadow and sputtering red fire, drawn in the rough shape of something doglike. Its eyes are embers, billowing smoke tracing back over its head as it paces around you, outlining its bulky body. Flame bursts from its paws; it leaves behind guttering pawprints. A line of fire burns down from its haunches, outlining its tail like a whip of flame, ending in a crackling fire, like a torch in high wind. Flame spills from its lips like drool, burning froth and foam outlining its muzzle. Other than that, its body is flat black, like a shadow cut out of the world.

dryad (w/ two variants)

There is a dryad here.

He is roughly human-shaped, with arms and legs, a head, broad shoulders. He is made from living wood: his core brilliant green, the pale, bright color of new growth. Across his shoulders, down his legs, the color fades as his bark thickens, and it swells at his hands and feet: thick and knotted, giving him immense, gnarled paws with stumpy fingers. His face is clear enough, jaw sharp, nose wide, brows heavy. His eyes are a solid gleaming green; his pointed ears dragged out into long, twisted branches, buds of leaves growing at the tips. He has a thick mass of greenery for hair, cascading over his shoulders, the coiled vines and broad fernlike leaves framing his face like a mane.

---

There is a dryad here.

He is roughly human-shaped, with arms and legs, a head, broad shoulders. He is like a rose: his head, if he has one, is concealed within a massive blossom of black rose petals; behind the folded petals there is a slightest glimpse of glowing yellow eyes. His skin is brilliant green, the bright color of flower stems. At his core, down his chest, it lightens to a pale, milky green. Thorns erupt from his skin anywhere body hair would be expected: thick spikes coating the backs of his forearms, spreading across his chest, and covering his legs.

sobek sheut

The water ripples before a form rises from the murky water. It is a strongly-muscled humanoid, with the head of a river crocodile, his long muzzle in a permanent toothy grin; his eyes reflecting red. Dark water streams down his frame, outlining every thick muscle, hide creaking from his movements. His scales are a rich golden-green, thicker and duller at his elbows and shoulders, almost gleaming down the center of his muscular chest. His strong thighs vanish into the water, like the trunks of trees, and just above that his skin swells into a fat slit, flesh distended from the inside: flesh parted to reveal rich purple-red flesh, the very tips of his twin crocodile cocks peeking out, shining.

son of hamar-tabal (with six versions made from three sets of two switches, but i just picked two generated descriptions with all different switches set)

A son of Hamar-Tabal is working on the refinery.

He is like rock. His body could be hewn from rough grey basalt, save for how it moves. His upper body is so muscled it looks humped: the yoke of his shoulders and neck like a crest of a bull, coarse with hair. His hands are dark, nails growing into curving black talons. His mouth is a mess of fangs, thick and large; ogreish. His eyes are slitted like a snake's. His hair is mounded up in thick dreads, pulled back in a heavy bundle.

He's dressed in black overalls only, barefoot and shirtless, the apron and straps left hanging down across his thighs. His overalls are drawn down at the back to under his tail, growing just above the cheeks of his ass: a tail in the form of a sinuous snake, red tongue tasting the air.

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A son of Hamar-Tabal is working on the refinery.

He is like rock. His body could be hewn from rough grey basalt, save for how it moves. His upper body is so muscled it looks humped: the yoke of his shoulders and neck like a crest of a bull, coarse with hair.

He wears a gasmask, the filter asymmetrical, the lenses black glass. Broad straps wrap around the back of his head, fit snugly over his shaved-stubble head. He's wearing an unzipped jacket, high-collared and made of thick, tough material, with broad bands of reflective cloth across the breast. Thick piercings hang from his fat nipples, black iron in a U-curve that narrows to triangular spikes at the tips. He's wearing heavy workpants, black with reflective piping, the thick suspender straps left hanging down his thighs. They rest low on his hips, a thick swath of pubes visible in the front, dragged down low in the back to let his tail out: tail the body of a snake, red tongue tasting the air. He's wearing heavy rubber workboots, black and shiny.

reanimated zombie

It's a thing that was at one point a dead body. Its muscles are overgrown, and it moves with a shambling, inhuman gait. Its skin is a faded grey, and streaked with ash and silt. There is a squirming thing wrapped around its head, long octopus-line tentacles fanning out from a central mass. It has no face, just leathery purple-black skin. There's a hollow in the center, a perfect half-sphere like its flesh has been scooped out. The walls of the hollow are darker and furrowed, pulsing slowly. Glowing green ichor continually drools out and spills down its body. A single loose tentacle extends from its face like an enormous proboscis, tapering in wormlike rings to a squirming tip, slavering with shed ichor.

Its tentacles trail down its body, clamped tight to the skin like grotesquely-gigantic veins. They bite deep under the skin across its shoulders, chest, and back, the skin around them piled up into dark, oozing bruises. Its grey skin blossoms into vivid bruises where the bones are close to the surface: purple, green, and yellow tinges down its spine, at its elbows and knees. Glowing green fluid pulses in its veins, feeding its muscles with unnatural energy.

clay man

The clay shifts and stirs, and for a moment it seems as if some slumbering creature is about to break through the surface. The clay itself is moving: pulling itself upright, thick slabs cracking until they become saturated with river water, slick and ready to be worked. River water pours into the seams, raw red clay becoming covered in slip as the clay builds itself a body. It takes the form of a man, body thick, gut a smooth swell of dripping clay, muscles smeared, no sharp detail possible in the constantly-shifting mess of clay slip. He surges up from the bank, waist flaring out to a massive upwell of fresh clay, blending into the rest of the shore in dripping waves.

His face is vague: heavy brows, eyepits, a nose, thick wedges of ears, twin curves of teeth in a mouth that seals over when not in use. Clay drips down his head like hair soaked to the skin, thick tufts and clumps slowly breaking apart and sluicing down his sides. The clay is a brilliant purplish umber, silty ochre on the surface, and bands of color continually marble and mix through him.

...and then a whole lot more, but i'm not gonna copy & paste all of them here b/c there are like another one or two dozen. shadow demons and flame demons and gargoyles and sahagin and unicorns and, uh, a bunch of other stuff.

sex scenes:

AND THEN there's the stuff i am sure everybody has been waiting for: the sex scenes. there are the most involved scenes, and i've only really been picking at this over the past few months, and this hasn't exactly been my focus, and there are a bunch of variants, so i really only have one encounter w/ a decently-complete set of scenes (the son of hamar-tabal, up there), and a few others with one or two paths based on yr bodytype. the blockquoted bits actually show up as something like dialog boxes, but i'm not really sure if i'm gonna keep that. also, these scenes are branching, a little, and i've kept a few of them to show what that looks like -- basically you get yr own 'dialog options' during the scenes, and you can pick from one or two options to determine how things go.

anyway, here are some sex scenes as they are actually parsed ingame (and a short explanation of what kind of body triggers that scene):

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(this is for a humanoid pc w/ an oversized cock)

He settles across your legs, grinding his cock against the base of your dick, undersides of his thighs dragging back and forth over the hairy flesh of your balls. He wraps both hands around the shaft, thick as one of his meaty thighs, and pumps up and down. You rut up into his touch, cock twitching, and gush out a messy spurt of pre, and he lets out a gusty groan and smears it all across the dome of your cockhead.

You pull him close, hands wrapping around his arms and pulling him flush against your chest, your cock spurting and gushing between you, squishing runny lines of pre between your bodies. His coarse hair grinds wetly against your sensitive flesh, his hairy chest rubbing up and down the underside of your shaft.

His cock digs against the underside of yours, steadily dripping pre as he strokes you off, pumping up and down, catching each gush of pre and smearing it across your shaft until it's gleaming, hands pursing tight just under the fat head, coaxing out bursts with each squeeze, spitting down on the tip and slathering the mess across your cockhead, letting it run down to coat your shaft.

He rises up, knees digging into your hips, letting your cock slide down his chest, smearing the mess of fluid over his skin, matting his hair to his stomach as he straddles the fat head, skin dimpling where the engorged flesh digs in. He settles on top of it, knees just barely hitching up your stomach, pressing his puckering hole against the tip, grinding back and forth, his drooling cock smearing across your stomach as he bears down on your cock, hole trying to wrap itself around the tip. His hole blossoms open, a hungry sucking mouth kissing your cockhead. His eyes roll back is his head as he pushes himself down, one hand held back to stabilize himself, the other pressed against his gut, the tension of his abs already pressing against your cockhead. He drags himself lower, asshole slurping lower down your cock, his gut bloating against his hand as your cockhead pushes against his skin from the inside.

You thrust up, hands wrapping around his hips and dragging him down, and his stomach bloats, surging around your cock, and he presses both hands to his belly, practically stroking you off from the inside, shuddering each time a gush of pre makes his guts gurgle. You cram half your cock inside, rutting back and forth, his body swelling and hollowing as your cock drives into his guts. He clenches his belly hard, fingers blobby points of pressure against your cock, entire body convulsing and slurping around your shaft, asshole swollen to a puffy doughnut, pre gurgling from his overfilled ass and streaking down your shaft.

You come with a bellow, come flooding his bloated belly, audibly sloshing and gurgling as you fill him up in a single shot, and the second erupts from his ass, backflooding out in a messy explosion, streaking down your shaft in streaky blobs, churning into a thick white lather as he fucks himself on your erupting cock, eyes fluttering closed, hand scraping down his hairy gut to clench around his cock, stroking himself off as he slumps forward, practically impaled on your cock.

He slowly skews to the side, still jerking off, slumping to the ground with your cock stil embedded inside, broken asshole squeezing around your shaft as he finally brings himself off, gushing his load across his already-sodden body. You drag your shaft backward, his broken asshole slurping down your shaft, letting it emerge coated in your load, messy bubbles of come gushing out each time his hole clenches and gapes. Your head catches at the rim, distending his cratered ass out in a thick mound, and then finally bursts out with an explosion of come, his swollen stomach finally starting to hollow as your massive load pours from his wrecked ass. He rolls onto his back, dazed smile on his face, gaping hole clenching and gaping, ring swollen into a huge mess of bloated flesh, crinkled and folded over itself, glazed with rivers of come.

Fuck

He groans, slow, and lets his head hit the ground with a thump, fingers slowly inching down his body, catching at his hole, curling inside and pulling it out into a messy corridor, flushed purple-red and glazed white, steadily drooling come.

Fuck, that was really what I needed

---

(this is if you're a, uh, skeletal anaconda-sized serpent. i mean, the scene isn't that specific, basically any snake variety that's not utterly gigantic can trigger it)

He looks you over.

Serpents are classical. Or maybe you're more of a leech?

His snake-tail is looking at you. It arches closer and flicks its tongue out, as if trying to smell your shape. He gropes himself overtly, settling back on the bench of his boat, legs spread so you can see directly up, thighs dark with coarse hair, cock listing to the side, immense balls draped over the fat muscles of his ass. His eyes flit up and down your body.

I was waiting to see if you'd get yourself a cock, but your whole body's good for what I want.

He shifts a leg, the curve of one cheek on display, covered in hair that converges to his crack, his hand dragging his cock to the side, balls lurching after. His eyes are dark, slit pupils wider.

Wanna give it a try?

...

He tugs his skirt undone, fabric draping the seat beneath him, one hand tugging his half-hard cock, lifting his balls out of the way, the other digging into the meat of his ass. He pulls until his asshole is on display, surrounded by tight curls of dark hair. His tail, pressed tight along the curve of his ass, says this isn't the first time he's tried this.

You slither closer. He angles higher his legs higher, one knee pressed against his chest: cock lolling across his stomach, a shiny splotch of pre slowly spreading across his thick abs, and the pucker of his asshole a dark circle between his spread cheeks, twitching as you approach. He milks his cock, drags a finger across his hole, leaving it smeared with pre, shining dimly.

He shudders when you press against him, each curve of rib bone smooth as you slither up the underside of his thigh, and you have very many rib bones.

His hole clenches and opens in front of your face, the skin of his balls slowly furrowing. He shudders again when you press the crest of your skull against his hole, and moans loudly when you push inside. Inside it's just pressure and heat, his heartbeat a physical presence, in time with the eager, sucking muscles of his ass. But the thing about being a disembodied soul is that your eyes aren't, strictly speaking, in your head. Outside: you slither closer, wrapping in rattling coils around his thigh, waist, tail, the long curve of your body not so much fucking him as simply sliding deeper and deeper inside. He's wrapped tight in your coils, loops around his waist and legs, tied tight in your tangle of bone.

He's jerking off, face flushed and head tipped back, one hand over his head braced against the rim of the boat. Obscene squelches come from his cock, pre flooding his foreskin as he drags it up over the tip and burbling out down his shaft on each stroke. He catches some of it in his palm, cloudy grey where it pools thicker, and smears it along the arch of your bones, slimy as you push deeper inside him, each crest of bone slurping inside him, the hollow of your body revealing just how deep you've tunneled into his gaping asshole. Your skull is deep inside, ramming against the end of his ass and slowly sinking into the tighter passage of his guts, following the winding curve higher inside him. The pressure of his body around you -- muscles clenching, heartbeat hammering -- a constant presence.

He comes with a shout, cock spraying his load past his face, over the bow of the boat itself, gush after gush of cloudy grey come splattering his face and chest and whatever part of your spine is squirming over him there, smearing the fluid across both of you. He groans, low:

Fuck -- no, keep going.

as you tense and slide minutely back, and so you plunge deeper to a renewed groan. He's so stuffed full your body fights against the muscles of his stomach, his belly stretched and starting to bulge. He tugs his cock, keeping it half-hard, smeared with come, already dribbling fresh pre.

You work two more loads out of him before he says stop, and then one more -- wracked, shuddering, almost sobbing -- on the way out, leaving him sweaty and limp, streaked from crown to waist with his issue, skin flushed splotchy grey-purple when you finally emerge, his cock still stubbornly hard and oozing come in a constant stream.

He's too exhausted to do anything more than wave as you slither away, a crooked grin on his flushed face.

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(this one is for a bull centaur, & here there are more branch points & i've just left them in place, to kind of give you an idea of what the scenes end up looking like)

The son of Hamar-Tabal spots you while you're still on the shore and rows up to the jetty. The planks groan under your hooves as you step out onto it.

I think you'd capsize the boat if I tried to let you in.

He leaps from his boat, not even mooring it -- stroking a hand down your chest, cupping the muscled plane where your human body meets the bull. His hand drags down your side, dipping under your flanks. He lets out a sharp groan when he gets to your ass, both his hands cupping your fat balls, eagerly rubbing your inner flanks, stroking along the root of your cock, bulging out as a fat line running from your balls almost to your asshole.

That's a nice fucking cock.

how about you wrap yr lips around it

i wanna mount you w/ it

--> (how about you wrap yr lips around it)

He practically crawls under you, face pressed against your underbelly, your shaft unsheathing across his face, smearing it with slime. He gulps it down: mouth open wide as he takes the first inches in, lips sealing around the shaft, tongue smearing the length with his drool. You bellow, hooves stamping the planks with loud crashes, and he just shifts himself fully underneath you, back pressed against your underbelly, head buried in your crotch. His mouth is hot and slick around your cock, throat milking the sharp tip, tongue scraping off the slime that coats your still-unsheathing length.

You snort and thrust forward; his throat milks your shaft as it plunges deeper; his groan is silent, just rumbling around your cock. Your balls swing forward, smacking his neck with a solid thump, the pressure coaxing a blast of pre that races down your length and erupts straight into his stomach. His lips meet the saggy flesh of your sheath, dimpling out in a grotesque kiss that leaves his lips smeared and frothy with slime, a wet smack each time you hilt in his throat. He tugs your balls, fist-sized and asymmetrical, grunting and moaning as his tongue lashes the underside of your length.

You snort and hunch forward, bucking thrusts driving against him, hooves stamping the planks with such force it almost seems as if you'll both go plunging into the water below. You reach down, his ass between your front legs, his snake tail curling around his hip to latch onto his cock. You rub your fingers along his crack, his puckering hole practically sucking them in. He groans, jerking back and forth, fucking himself on your fingers as he dives back onto your cock, back and forth.

You come with a bellow, cock twitching to the left and then twisting, the flesh spiraling in his throat as you erupt. He gags, throat spasming around your cock as he coughs, sputtering what little of your load works its way up his throat across your underbelly, painting it and his face alike in messy clots of grimy, off-white slime.

You step back once you've spent your load, revealing his disheveled body -- his skirt dropped to the ground at some point, snake tail twisted between his thighs and sucking him off; his body sheened in sweat, hair matted to his skin; his face covered in slime and froth, eyes watering, come drooling from his mouth and nose. He's grunting, huffing, thrusting into his tail's snake-mouth, head almost pillowed on his arms. He comes with a groan, eyes fixed solidly on the fat length of your cock, drooling the dregs of its load on the worn boards of the jetty.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks; he gulps between words, drinking down the messy slurry you left in his mouth:

You gotta make this a regular thing, yeah?

--> (i wanna mount you w/ it)

He presents himself eagerly, hiking up his skirt, snake-tail curling higher, pulling his ass on display. Grey-black and hairy, the muscle of his asshole already twitching, spreading itself in anticipation. You slap your cock against your underbelly, the sharp crack sending a surge of pre splattering forward, just barely pattering across his calves. The planks beneath creak as you step forward, the gushing flow of your pre splattering up his thighs, squirting up his back just before your cockhead makes contact, a sudden sharp pressure as you slide up the side of his cheek. You draw back, aiming your cock at his hole and thrust forward, just barely missing and glancing up his crack, his pucker like a mouth sucking on the side of your shaft. You both groan, mixed frustration and anticipation, and when you roll back he leans forward, tail wrapping around your shaft, guiding it to his hungry hole.

You slam inside, jerking forward and nearly hilting the entire thing in a single thrust, spearing him through, and he bellows, tail lashing, asshole clenching tight. You snort and hunch forward, sliding it in to the very base; a half-second later your low-hanging balls slap against his skin, sending droplets of pre splattering in all direction. He's already leaking, wet dribbles of pre dripping from his ass as you flood him, each pulse gushing inside him and slowly oozing out, smearing along the length of your shaft. You buck forward, hooves stamping with enough force it seems as if you're about to plunge into the river, hands reaching down to clasp his shoulders, driving your cock into him with brutal force, again and again, as he just takes it and moans, shoving himself back into the bulk of your body.

You let out a bellow, his milking hole bringing you off -- balls tensing, their asymmetrical bulk slapping again and again over his skin. You erupt inside him, each thrust punctuated by a heavy gush of come, flooding his guts until it starts to squirt from his overfilled ass, splattering across your haunches and dripping to the planks below, loud cracks as thick dollops of your load splatter the ground. He slumps forward, asshole squeezing higher and higher until his hole is clenched right under your cockhead.

You draw back, cockhead pulling out with a slurp that leaves him gaping, asshole unfurled into a meaty bud of purplish flesh, shuddering and trembling as he clenches. You're still coming, spurting across his back and ruined asshole, painting his skin with grimy, off-white slime. Ooze piles up and slowly drools into his gaping hole, winking open and closed as he shudders below you. He's balanced on one forearm, other hand furiously stroking his own cock, and as your still-drooling length drags against his back he comes with an almost pained moan, entire body shuddering from the force of his orgasm, spilling his load in ribbons against the deck.

You step back once you've spent your load, revealing his disheveled body -- his body sheened in sweat; hair matted to his skin; lower body painted in slime and froth, messy clumps drooling down his legs. He's balanced on one forearm, snake-tail wrapped around his cockhead, hand pumping his shaft, and as you drool the last of your load across his feet he finally comes with an almost pained moan, entire body shuddering from the force of his orgasm.

fist him

nah we're done here

--> (nah we're done here)

His voice is raspy when he speaks, broken from his moaning:

You gotta make this a regular thing, yeah?

--> (fist him)

You stoop down, legs folding on the ground, cock pinned under your lower body, still slowly leaking the dregs of your load, and feel across his ass. His cheeks are spread, hairy pucker blown into a bloated lump of meat, hole blossoming out, pulsing like a second heart, unevenly clenching and letting out squirts of come, splattering down his thighs. You run your fingers over his skin and he shudders, a broken moan cracking from his throat as he slumps forward, ass in the air. His blown asshole is slick and slippery, flesh sucking on your fingers, and your fingers slip into his hole with almost no effort, displacing another gush of come as you sink the crest of your hand inside.

His head hits the ground with a thump, voice muffled when he groans, and you ease deeper, fingers sliding over the bruised flesh of his inner ass, hand slick with your own load as it continually squirts and drools out, dripping in lines down your arm. You work your hand back and forth, slowly and then faster as his wheezing moans pick up, until you're punch-fucking him, slamming your fist into his gaping hole and watching his entire body shudder, his half-hard cock continually drooling come as you ravage his limp body, dribbling out like he's pissing each time you ram your fist back inside.

You pull out with a slurp, his asshole blown and hanging from his body, gaping so wide you can see up inside him, rich purple flesh coated and drooling come, internal muscles sending the sheets of muscle rippling. You shove your fist back inside, all the way to the forearm, and he comes again, abused cock firing lines into the ground below, wail trailing off into a whimper as his eyes roll back into his head and he passes out.

You at least shove his asshole back into his body, flesh pulpy and soft, your fingers sinking into it as you fold his flesh back over itself, asshole inverting with a soggy slurp as his unconcious body pulls it back inside. It's still so bloated it sticks out between his cheeks, a line of flesh bulging between his cheeks when you flip him over.

He's only out for a minute, coming to still dazed, hips jerking each time his asshole drags across the ground.

Fuck, that was more than I've taken in a while.

He grins, lopsided, reaching down to milk his dick -- foreskin swollen from the abuse, a smooth bulb of too-hot flesh covering the tip.

How about next time you try your whole arm, huh?