Chapter Seven
“I’m gonna rip your dicks off, you fucking cunts,” Treycore hissed.
Green and blue veined vines, thick as rope, locked his wrists together over his head, tying him to a wall of hundreds of these same vines so that his chest pressed up against the wall. The wall-vines wiggled about, creating the illusion of snakes slithering between each other. A white, cum-colored fluid secreted from between them, wetting Treycore’s shirt so that it stuck to his flesh. The secretions dripped from the wall onto the floor, which was covered in a black, tar-like substance.
A foul stench burned Treycore’s eyes and nose. He and Eilee coughed as their immortal lungs adjusted to the potent fragrance.
Raph, Waller, and Finter had dragged him and Eilee to this lair. Taking Treycore and Eilee to adjacent walls, Raph had somehow enchanted whatever plant-creature they were inside of so that it would restrain them.
Two of Finter’s tentacles slipped under Treycore’s shirt, massaging his back and abdomen. Moist and textured, they were like tongues creeping across his flesh.
“So many lines,” Finter said, “so many curves.”
Treycore felt something pressing against his ass. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw Finter’s massive, seemingly self-aware cock, nuzzling its head against him.
“You like that,” Finter said to his dick, “don’t you, my love? You want to be inside her?”
Oh, fuck.
As big as he’d had over the course of his immortal existence, he couldn’t take anything that massive. He finally understood the sort of horror Kid had to face when trying to take his girth.
“Welcome to our little home,” Raph said, his arms stretched out, Eilee and Treycore’s swords in either hand. He looked over the plant-creature they were inside of. “This is Nahar, our wife, our keeper, our lover, our savior in this cruel outerland.”
This guy’s nuts.
“There is no true allegiance in this part of Hell,” Raph went on. “Only as much as can be tolerated to survive. And as Nahar provides us with safety and care, we provide her with a plentiful supply of food.”
What the fuck are we gonna do?
Treycore tugged at the vines around his wrists.
“You are,” Raph said, slipping beside him, caressing Treycore’s sword against his shirt, “two of the prettiest immortals I believe we’ve ever encountered.”
Raph nodded to Finter.
Finter gripped onto Treycore’s shirt with his tentacles and tore the cloth from his muscle-covered body. Two other tentacles unfastened his belt and slid his pants and briefs to his ankles. His cock dropped to his knees.
“Beautiful,” Raph said, sliding the tip of Treycore’s sword down the ridges of his back, into the dip of his spine. Circling the point of the sword under his tailbone, he pushed it against Treycore’s asshole. He inserted the tip.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun,” he whispered, his hot rank breath rushing across Treycore’s face.
“Ah!” a scream came from behind him.
Treycore turned. Waller held a long, thin switch against Eilee’s naked back. Her dress lay at her feet as he struck her.
WHIP!
Eilee’s powder-white ass quivered as she cried out again.
“Show me your wings, bitch!” Waller exclaimed, his deep voice echoing throughout the chamber as he flogged her again.
“You fucking bastards!” Treycore shouted.
Raph pressed the sword a quarter of an inch within him and twisted.
Treycore groaned as blood rushed down the sword’s sides, flowing down the blade to its hilt.
“No!” Finter shouted. He took the sword from Raph, slid it out of Treycore’s ass, and tossed it aside. “You’ll spoil her! You always spoil them!”
