Sucked In and Seduced
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Sanmer (August/September 2023)
Featuring characters from American Dragon : Jake Long
18+

When the reports reached Jake Long, he had a pretty strong suspicion of the cause. People like him, with the power to transform into thought-to-be-mythical beasts, kept going missing in a forest for a few days at a time before stumbling back out in an amnesiac daze. They would continue to act erratically for a little while after - they began constantly trying to find excuses to go to the forest and bring others with them, plus their libido went into hyperdrive. On top of that they had a sort of strange unsteadiness on their feet, like they hadn’t been used for a while and were just a little atrophied.
Finally, and most importantly, they felt a constant, nagging urge to go back there; one that most of them couldn’t resist. They couldn’t remember what happened, but they wanted it to happen to them again.
For their own safety, they’d been… well, ‘imprisoned’ was a word he didn’t want to think about, but it was the best way to get the addiction out of their system, unfortunately.
The American Dragon was almost positive it was one of those pitfall creatures he’d dealt with in the past in that forest; he thought they’d been all dug out and humanely relocated, but maybe they’d missed a couple and now they were starting to breed again. He’d managed to avoid getting captured by them even back then, and had no intention of finding out what it was like.

The best way to evade them was, of course, to stay in the air and keep his eyes peeled for any telltale signs - the slightest discolouration in a patch of dirt, grass that looked as though it had been uprooted and spread out rather than growing naturally, or just old footprints abruptly ending before going back in the opposite direction.

It was that last one that ended up being his clue. He spied some large-clawed pawprints - they looked like a griffon’s prints, quadrupedal. There were firmer steps leading to the point, and sluggish drag marks leading away. They wouldn’t have been very visible from the surface, so it would have been easy to blunder into this trap.
“Alright,” Jake said as he hovered overhead. “Looks like I’ve found-”

His wrists suddenly stung as two fibrous tentacles whip-cracked their way around them, gripping on tight like two snap bracelets. As he lifted his legs to kick at the bonds, two more grabbed him by his ankles and thighs, and yanked hard straight down.
Jake yelped and cursed as the coiled vines pulled taut. He didn’t have time to brace himself and pull back, and was pulled with too much speed to slow his landing with his frantically beating wings.
With a wet squelch, he was embedded right up to the waist in the muck - slimier and wetter and warmer than you’d normally get with quicksand or mud. As the vines released his wrists, he tried to kick and scrabble, smoke billowing from his mouth as he struggled.
He braced himself for an intense sensation of some sort.- pain, or pleasure, or some mixture of the two. 
None of those sensations ever came, though.
In fact, his legs ceased to feel any sort of sensation at all.
Before long, as his struggles settled, there was only one thought in Jake’s head.
“Is that it?”

Two hours passed. Jake tapped his claws against the loamy dirt, while his other hand propped up his face. At this point he was just waiting for the ordeal to be over. He could still feel his legs - nominally, anyway. But the annoying numbness was still very much present.
His dragon dick was rock-hard too, and he could feel an orgasm approaching. Another one, to be precise. But there wasn’t really anything he could do until the sentient quicksand he found himself in had had its fill.
It was going at him hard, too - he must have come, what, 3 or 4 times now? Hopefully the sensation would return in time for him to get at least a bit of the afterglow.
But who knew how long he was going to be stuck here…

His date night was shot, though. That was a bit frustrating. He couldn’t exactly text Rose to apologise either. She’d understand, but it was still unfair on her… this beast had no idea just how much of a pain in the butt it was.
He felt another tug, and a prod between his cheeks. It got a grunt out of him - not a pleasured one, just a frustrated one.
“Alright, settle down,” he grumbled.

–

All it had taken was one quick lash of my tendrils, and my food was well and truly buried in my mouth.
This one was particularly delicious. I would have released one of its kin by now, but this one deserved more attention.
And what a specimen.
Two mountain-like legs and a mound of flesh between them - not just the tail, but something wetter and slicker. I understood that this one was a male. The males were always my preferred type, and they always had been. More delicious, and more able to spread their seed. The mound of flesh between those massive thighs was the first thing I took a deep taste of once my many little mouths had numbed its lower half. It was soft, but in time, the pulsations of my flesh against its flesh made it grow, and grow, and grow even further. It was productive, too, leaking thick, clear pre-essence within seconds. Its essence erupted out and soaked into me within the first few moments, and the period between emissions was delightfully short.
It was a hearty meal.
The space beneath its tail was equally ripe for exploration. My teasing tendrils pushed inside, easing the numb flesh open. Warm and pliant and soft, no resistance the way some other meals had at first. 
The luxurious tasting continued, my dark purple walls enclosed in tighter like a second skin, my many tiny feeling-mouths finding every nook and cranny they could explore.
The scales tasted so sweet. Sweeter than any I had tasted so far. Sweeter than any of the other meals I caught and released. 
The first taste was always the best, of course ; the resistance and the need to fight a little for the meal made it taste even sweeter. The meals were still delicious when they came willingly, but there was a satisfaction to that first subdual that I always quite enjoyed. If there were a way to make them resist and wriggle once they had been conditioned, I would gladly take advantage.
I squeezed tighter, and felt the vibrations of his groan from above ground. It was not a pleasured one, it was one of annoyance.It seemed far less bothered than my other meals…

My sensitive upper carapace felt a tap-tap-tap against it, made by thin claws. It was an annoyance.
It was a slight shame that it didn’t fight back more. I taste a resignation and annoyance on its scales, and on its shaft, even as it came again. That was something I could work on. Enthusiastic meals were almost as good as resistant ones. 
Of course, part of that was due to the tooth I’ve tapped into its spine - catching the delicious fizzy tingles of electricity from the meal’s nerves before they can reach the brain. 
Those, too, were quite delicious.
As it came again, the meal’s shaft swelled and throbbed a little more, now more than double its original girth. Once it became aroused on the surface, its mind would lose all its inhibitions with its deficit of blood.
I slipped more toxins into its thighs. It needed to be re-introduced quite regularly to ensure that the legs remained numb, and the muscles remained relaxed, and allow me in even deeper, and create more electric endorphin-taste for me to enjoy. It will become warmer, and softer, like when the mud above me gets kissed with sunlight. And it made it easier to steal your meal’s essence, and eat and drink my fill.

Not to mention introduce some gifts of my own. I prodded against his tailhole. Globules of liquid endorphin float through my thrusting tendrils and slither inside. When they melt and burst inside its gut, they will absorb straight into the meal’s blood, and suffuse it with an arousal it wouldn’t even notice until its mind-shattering climax arrived.
That drumming was quite irritating, though…  but of course, I did have a method for fixing that.

–

Jake was humming to himself, still tapping away, finding anything to pass the time, when he smelled something strange. Strong and sickly sweet, like overripe fruit, mixed with some very cloying floral scents. He opened his eyes and saw there was a gas emitting from the ground, a thick, purple curling smoke-like vapour that was already making its way into his nostrils.
For a moment, his danger-instincts returned, but it was too late. The scent grew sweeter and stronger as it clung to the inside of his nose, and it felt like it was spreading all the way into his head, wrapping itself around his brain…

A wave of relaxation washed over him, and with it, the first sensations of pleasure he’d felt in the last few hours. It made his jaw feel weak and his arms turn to jelly. He swayed on the spot in slow circles, like a top that was reaching the end of its momentum and about to fall over.
His insides began to feel hot, too. Particularly around his chest.. He lifted up his arms and brought them to rest on his pecs. The heat throbbed against him, like his heart was trying to escape his chest… and he did feel a sort of warm syrupy sensation of pleasure, one he got when he first fell in love. 
His nipples were getting hard, too, and his fingers found their way to them, tracing and revolving around them to coax them to their peaks. They felt even more sensitive than usual, and he groaned with pleasure as he continued to massage.
…He felt like someone was watching him. He looked around quickly, covering his chest with a sheepish grunt. A long scan showed him that there was nothing, no one around. But there was still that creeping sense that someone could walk up to him at any moment, catching him waist deep in muck and playing with himself.
…It was probably going to be fine, though. He went back to playing with himself. 
He’d been waiting this long for the trap to finish up. He deserved a bit of pleasure.

-

Yes. Yes…
I could feel my meal’s writhing from above. My pheromones were working as expected. It did not even attempt to cover its nose. It relented so easily, and its body was surrendering to my intoxicating power.
I stared up at the space between its legs, its still throbbing penis, and its hole tightening and relaxing around my tendrils as gift after gift filled its gut. Its testicles had grown just as much as its penis, dangling pendulously. Each time I tasted it, its penis erupted again with another climax. I could have drowned in its essence. It would sustain me for a very long time, and allow me to more easily spread my spores… this one was the perfect sustenance for me.

Now, all those sensations I had taken from its tapped spine… it was time to allow them to collect. The electric pleasure-signals built and recursed and grew in strength… the pheromones, mixed with what was to come next, would seal its fate and sear away all its resistances. One more willing meal, sustenance to allow my dominion to spread further still.
The penis spurted once. Twice. Three times.
And I released the blockage.

–

Jake’s vision went black for a moment as his body was suddenly hit with a freight train of pleasure. Every orgasm from the last few hours - and there had been many - hit him full force and he cried out so loudly it spooked every bird within a half-mile radius. It was an almighty roar of orgasmic triumph. His body stiffened and he squeezed his nipples so tightly, like he was getting an electric shock.
Even when his vision returned, his eyes could not unroll from the backs of his eyelids, his whole being seared with pleasure as he felt every pump of his dick, the warm wet hug around his legs, the tentacle up his ass - ??

Before he could process it, he felt something burst inside him, like a bubble somewhere in his gut. With it came a flood of new pleasure, and he orgasmed all over again - just as powerful, if not more so, than the stored up climaxes. He leaned forward and put his hands on terra firma as he panted and drooled, trying and failing to get even one coherent thought formed in his head. Another pop, another climax… and another, and another, and….!

Something was creeping into his mind, too, something that felt strange and alien. A brief feeling of dread started to come over him, encroaching rapidly, until it was revealed in his mind’s eye. Or maybe his actual vision. 
He stared into a giant eye in a mass of dark purple. It was a deep purple, with a burning cyan corona-like iris around a thin, slitted pupil. The pupil shook and vibrated like a plucked string, and it made his brain vibrate with it. Jake was still drooling. He was still cumming. But a thick blanket of pleasure was weighing him down and wringing out all his sensations, all his thoughts…
He smiled into the eye as it bored into him, and rewrote his brain.
He came again, and again, and again, and-

-...?

Jake woke up with his face pressed into soft mud. His head was throbbing and swimming; he felt like he’d slept for a year. He shook his head and got onto all fours, groaning. It was cold, and dark… night-time?
Was he still in the jungle…?
When his vision clarified, he realised he was surrounded on all sides. He also noticed his ass was filled - someone was fucking him, rhythmically and repetitively, tickling his prostate and making his cock drag against the forest floor, leaving a trail of semen.
Jake gasped, almost effeminately, as his gaze was pulled upward. 
When he looked around, he saw some faces he’d last seen locked safely in a holding cell. A gryphon sitting on his haunches and stroking his dick with a yellow-clawed hand. A wiry-furred werewolf massaging his hard knot, the dick tip aiming directly at Jake. A Ganesh-like bipedal elephant masturbating with his trunk.
All of them had those same glowing eyes he’d seen in his dream. 
He must have had the same eyes as them.
They were all bound together.
He looked up over his shoulder, and saw that he was being fucked by a minotaur, his nostrils flared and snorting as his pistoning slaps continued.
“Nngnh…” Jake groaned. His sense of danger, that this was an abnormal situation, was quickly dissipated under the pleasurable delirium. He knew what he needed to do.

The other three approached him from the front. He had two hands, and a mouth… the werewolf’s cock went into his maw, the knot pushing against his lips, while the other girthy dicks slid into his hands. They glistened, well lubricated, dribbling violet precum as he suckled and stroked. 
He was the newest spreader, and maybe even the most efficient one. It was only right that the others painted him with their seed, with Master’s pods.
As the minotaur hilted inside him, he felt another one of those popping sensations, and with it, a milky warm sensation that made his cock shoot to full mast again underneath him. He moaned and mewled into the werewolf’s cock as it pushed past his lips and buried itself tightly into his throat. He was only able to breathe slightly, all of it was filtered through an intense shared musk. The elephant’s trunk stroked his head, the werewolf grabbed onto his shoulders, and the gryphon’s claws raked along his back. He was smothered in his fellow spreaders’ shared affections. He knew what needed to be done. He knew that they needed to fill him and baste him…
The werewolf howled, after spurt collected in Jake’s mouth - he closed his throat to make sure to keep it ready. The minotaur pulled his cock out just as his climax arrived, and just as the gryphon and elephant came too. Spurt after spurt painted Jake’s back. His own cock erupted with gleaming seed, soaking into the soil and spreading deep in an instant.
The five of them panted and groaned, still deep in their horny daze… the four others stroked their cocks and waited, as Jake satisfied his own obsession. He took off in flight - shaky, at first, but soon back to his usual grace and ease as he spread the seed far and wide. Wicking it off his back onto the grass below, spitting out the wolf’s seed, and ensuring Master’s influence would soon blanket the entire forest. Then the surrounding areas. Then eventually, the whole world…
All as Master desired.

-
“...they broke out? How do you know?”
Jake knew, of course, but he wasn’t going to let that on. The phone call meant he could hide his arousal, his lie, and his changed eyes.
“Oh, they’re back, that’s good… did they get it out of their systems? That’s good. Phew.
“No, I didn’t find anything. I tried. Some clues here and there, but… nothing I could really follow up on. I’m going to have another look in the next day or so. And I’ll let you know if I find anything. And… sorry about missing out last night. Make it up to you later, babe? Love you.”

Jake didn’t mean those last two words. All his love was devoted to his Master. He couldn’t wait to let his Master feed on him again, inseminate him, and spread his seed further and further.

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