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Havox gave a faint whimper, thrusting weakly into the tube that had been steadily sucking on his cock for what seemed like an eternity. Slime and blood coated his body, mixing on his scales and in his fur. A few fairly deep cuts were located on his arms and legs, letting his blood seep into his flesh, causing the aphrodisiatic qualities to take affect. It didn't help that there was a rapebeast curled around him, rubbing his thighs and sucking on the tendrils from his secondary hands while also dipping into the channels where the tendrils hid.

Something about this felt wrong. There was a faint, unshakable, inkling at the back of his mind, but first and foremost was lust. He was exhausted, panting, and aching in places not even he had known ached, but he couldn't stop his hips. The ridges on his cock were swollen more than he'd known they'd been able to and ached, but his hips kept bucking into the relentless sucking of the tube. His arms tugged weakly, reflexively, at the binding rapebeast tentacles from time to time and frequent moans and whimpers and gasps came from his throat. Deep within him was a voice nagging at him, but uncontrollable lust deafened him to that voice.

Tall and lean, TX13 moved silently to and fro down the rows of featureless glass tanks. A monitor and control panel curled around the base of each of the hundreds of container, displaying the vital signs of the various creatures held within. At least five hundred chambers filled the government funded lab, each one containing a god, godling, or other such deity. Most of them were associated with or in control of lust or strength. Many of the tanks held the offspring of gods, created in another section of the lab and held in medically induced comas until they were old enough to be milked.

TX13 himself was one of these tubies. Unfortunately for the scientists, however, or perhaps unfortunately for him, the bipedal fersebra had a one-in a million mutation that made the time, effort, and cost of milking him unworth said effort. He was fertile, yes, but his genetic makeup was flawed and could lead to some interesting affects. So he was fitted with a power-restricting collar, having the powers of whatever gods were used to make him, and given the task of helping the scientists monitor the beings that were able to be milked.

Power-restricting didn't mean power eliminating.

TX13 flinched involuntarily, sensing exhaustion and weariness from somewhere nearby. Holding his screb, a thin and transparent slab that could be written on and talked to, close to his chest, he trotted towards the source of the unpleasant sensation. He tried to keep his eyes down as much as possible, but empathetic instinct drew them upwards. He was in a section of particularly large cages. Each of these, as well as the others filling the massive room, had a clear pipe running down the base from the hose within the cages. The pipe was largely so the scientists could monitor their harvests and, as TX13 was to help keep their operation running smoothly, he was familiar with the normal flow within the pipes.

In this tank was a god. The being was massive, with four arms, a tail, and an intimidating physique. TX13 could feel, more and more strongly, the undoubtably demoralizing exhaustion raking through the god as he continued to thrust and moan and work with the milker and the rapebeast in his tank. He frowned as he noticed the pipe attached to this god's tank. Despite his clear exhaustion, the pipe was filled with frequent floods of seed.

TX13's chest ached with sympathy and the god's weariness, and he made a noise as he looked at the monitor at the base of the tank- the god had been hooked up for one-hundred eighty-five straight days?! His eyes widened with shock and he looked up at the god, biting his lip.

Pinkish fluid was smeared all over small, smooth, scales. Sixteen tentacles were curled around the male's body, some of them pressed inside as well. Their normally clear fluid was pink with diluted blood and they thrust mindlessly into and against the body of the god.

Havox cried out weakly as the nucleus swimming lazily below him suddenly surged upwards. It ground itself hard against his entrance, trying to expand him with three tentacles so it could fit inside. Yet more seed spurted from him, helped along by the suction around his cock. His back arched harshly and he desperately bucked his hips, the nucleus secretions making his lust only stronger.

TX13's cheeks burned as he found himself watching helplessly. An odd feeling went through him and his legs pinched together slightly, his flicking over what was happening before him. As he watched, the tentacles manipulated the god until he was on all fours, his ass held high in the air by the rapebeast. Conveniently, the TX13 was afforded an excellent view of the tentacles stretching and working Havox' tight, drenched, walls.

The nucleus bumped against his walls several times, before pressing determinedly against him. The pressure and secretions garnered a desperate cry, and Havox choked a little as one tendril thrust into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked obediently on it for only a moment before he resumed the ragged pants for breath he needed to keep conscious. His eyes clenched shut as the large nucleus pressed against him, the rapebeast an abnormally large one.

For a while, TX13 was held transfixed as the god began to beg incoherently, then he gasped as he watched the nucleus finally slip into Havox. The nucleus, much like it's slime, was transparent. Not as transparent as the slime, but transparent enough that he could watch Havox' tight walls expand as the nucleus entered him, before clenching once the orb was inside him.

A scream TX13 wouldn't have guessed the god was capable of split the air and an unbelievable torrent of hot, white, seed flooded into the tube around the god's cock. TX13 watched with disbelief as cum flowed for a full six minutes while Havox screamed and bucked wildly, a bit of the milk leaking out around his base as the suction struggled to keep up.