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Jeram did not like the swamp.

Travelling around in heavy armor was bad enough; while he'd grown used to the physical labour over time, he would never enjoy the feeling of sweat pouring down his back. It didn't help that the weather had been hot lately, and in the swamp, the humidity only made the heat far worse. The knight let out a groan, wishing he could wipe the sweat out of his eyes. The helmet he wore, unfortunately, made that impossible.

Curse the weather and the mission he'd been sent on. There'd been rumours that this swamp was haunted, that strange things happened in the middle of the night... Jeram hadn't believed it for a moment, but the king had sent him out anyway. He sighed; his hands hung loosely from his shoulders, not even bothering to grasp his sword in preparation. He couldn't imagine anything living out here, anyway. There weren't even any animals about, the humidity was so damn uncomfortable.

In retrospect, the lack of animals was less of an issue with the weather and more a sign of danger.

Alas, Jeram wasn't suited to such deep thinking, particularly not when driven by the discomfort of plate armor. The knight instead continued to grumble as he forced himself through the swamp; the mud he stepped through soaked into his boots, staining the normally polished surface and soaking into his feet.

"Bloody rumours," Jeram muttered. He grasped his sword, hacked his way through some vines blocking his path, then sheathed it again. "Bloody mud. I swear -"

The knight paused, his eyes narrowing and his visor slipping over his head. He'd heard a sound - a strange, slithering echo in the swamp that didn't quite sound like any animal he had ever heard. It was almost like a snake slithering through the sand, but the sound originated from all around him, sending chills down Jeram's spine. Something was very, very wrong.

His suspicion was only proven when a vine lashed out from underneath the mud with surprising speed.

"Aagh-!"

There was no way Jeram could have reacted in time.

It wrapped around the knight's ankle and yanked, somehow strong enough to easily move the heavy knight. Jeram splashed into the mud with a yelp and a curse, his hand fumbling for his sword - but whatever creature was assaulting him had no intention of allowing him that, oh no. Another vine snapped out from underneath the mud, wrapping around his sword and throwing it away; it was almost as if it... could... see him?

Try as he might, Jeram couldn't see anything in the forest that might double as an eye - but he had bigger concerns as the mud beneath him started to bubble and writhe. A chill fell over the knight as he realized the true reality of his situation.

He'd been caught from the moment he stepped into the swamp. The entire place was this creature, whatever it was, and he was entirely at its mercy.

Jeram hadn't earned his position without being particularly stubborn, however - even when things seemed hopeless, he had always forged ahead, working past any obstacles he was presented with to ultimately prevail. This, he was certain, would be no different. He struggled, bringing his impressive strength to bear against the vine wrapped around his ankle - yet try as he might, the fibres of the plant wouldn't tear.

Instead, he snapped the latch off his boot so that he slipped out of the clutches of the vine, smirking as he fell out of its grip - but his victory was rather short lived. The plants immediately adapted, one vine wrapping around his bare ankle; smaller, thinner vines began to snake up from the swamp, undoing the latches in his armor.

Jeram scowled, a note of fear and anger in his eyes - but more and more tentacles appeared, wrapping around his hands and legs. They went with his movement rather than against it so that all his impressive strength was useless; he couldn't quite reach to tear at the vines, and any attempt to use his weight just resulted in him flopping uselessly in the air.

His armor was falling to pieces, now. It was astonishing and frightening the dexterity the plant had; it had figured out what he was wearing and torn it apart so very quickly... All Jeram was left with was the clothing he wore underneath his armor.

To his horror, the vines began to snake under them as well, oozing a strange slime that didn't seem to harm his skin but caused the fabric of his clothing to quickly dissolve.

"What the hell do you want?!" Jeram's voice echoed loudly in the swamp. Nobody replied. The knight had thought that perhaps there was an intelligence of some kind behind this, something he could reason with, but...

Well, if there was something, it didn't seem to want to communicate with him.

Instead, a new sort of tentacle appeared before him, budding out of one of the vines; this one produced a thick, creamy looking slime. It practically oozed with the strange looking liquid, globs of it spilling and dripping into the swamp below, and the vine pressed itself against Jeram's mouth.

Jeram, of course, refused to open his mouth. He might have been stripped out of his armor and held in the air, but he wasn't quite foolish enough to allow a plant to feed him strange substances.

The plant, unfortunately, had different ideas. It slathered itself over Jeram's face, the thick, viscous liquid blocking his nose so that the knight couldn't breathe. He trembled for a moment, attempting to hold his breath, to fight so he could wipe his face clean - but it only sapped his energy faster.

Jeram gasped at last, hoping to grab a quick breath and close his mouth just as quickly - but a thick, heady smell invaded his head as soon as he opened his mouth, the stink of the swamp contained within the strange, clear liquid oozing from the vine. For the briefest of moments, he was startled, dazed; his mouth fell open, hanging loosely from his jaw.

That moment, of course, was enough.

The vine immediately stuck itself in the knight's mouth, invading him with the taste of nectar and honey. It... surprisingly wasn't particularly unpleasant. In different circumstances, Jeram might have enjoyed it, thought it innocent - but the warmth spreading through his body told him very clearly that the taste was not all there was to it.

Jeram fought.

He did everything he could, but even as the vine withdrew from his mouth and hung just out of reach, everything changed. His skin seemed to burn. Not with heat, no; rather, it was a lust that suffused his body, made it so that even the smallest touch filled him with a frantic pleasure. He felt every ridge and curve on the vines that held him, felt it as they writhed against his body to hold him still, and _fuck_but it felt good.

It didn't matter how it felt, however. Jeram was a knight, one appointed by the king himself - and he would get out of this, no matter how long it took.

The human let out a snarl. "Do you think you can just _drug_me and I'll succumb?!" His words went unheard by anyone save himself, but it gave him strength, gave him courage. He continued to yell out even as more vines snuck up from the swamp, circling around his limbs. "I am a knight! I will not give in to this dark magic - you can be assured of that!"

His eyes narrowed, and a dark growl escaped Jeram's lips as a round, blunt vine prodded at his backside; he instinctively clenched, refusing it lend it the sort of access he knew it wanted. Alas, the knight had little choice. It_forced_him open, and the knight yelped out a short gasp of pain as the vine made its way inside him; it was uncomfortable, far unlike anything he had felt before, and incredibly unpleasant besides...

Or so he thought at first.

The knight struggled, kept trying to tear at the vines that held him, hating the one vine that insisted on thrusting in and out of his ass; try as he might to push it out, it held on, changing angles and squirming every which way as if it couldn't quite decide what it wanted. Jeram didn't understand why it was doing it, at least not until it twisted and struck in a very particular way, and he cried out involuntarily.

"A-ah-!" The knight's cock was hard and straining all of a sudden; the wave of pleasure that had shot through him had been intense, almost painfully so. The vine hanging tauntingly just above him forced its way into his mouth once more as he let out a quiet moan, and the liquid poured its way down his throat; waves of warmth abruptly flooded his body, and somehow the vine that was invading his passage... didn't hurt anymore.

It was more than that. It felt good. It twisted and squirmed inside of him, and whatever the liquid had done, it had changed something about that. It was no longer just one spot inside of his ass that gave him that strange, electrical wave of pleasure; now it was the very fact that he was being stretched, that his body was being invaded that sent a thrill straight to his brain.

It felt good. Jeram's cock was hard, straining and standing proudly in the air; his precum leaked down into the mud below, the knight panting desperately. He was red in the face, both from embarrassment and the vine invading his mouth, slowly thrusting in and out - and he couldn't stop himself from sucking on it, either.

It wasn't a voluntary action. Jeram wasn't making himself do any of these things; he was fighting, forcing himself to go against this disgusting perversion of nature with everything he had, but something in the liquid had taken over his body. It acted on its own, sucking eagerly at the vines, filling his body with more of that warm, delicious liquid that made him feel so good...

Another vine came up, and this one had a strange, sticky opening in the top. Jeram let out a gasp as it dove towards his cock and _enveloped_it, grabbing the entirety of his cock in a strange, warm cavern. There was something inside of it that writhed, almost like his shaft was being gripped by actual muscle and tendons, shifting and pulling at his cock with the smallest of movements...

Jeram couldn't help it. He moaned, the sound desperate and eager - but that wasn't him, it was the pleasure that flooded through his system, his body reacting to all the chemicals and sensation that he was being doused with. Besides that, he lacked the _energy_to keep fighting; he'd been doing this for what felt like ages, now, bearing so much of his strength that he was sweating. His muscles bulged from the effort.

And still he fought - or tried.

The plant didn't care. It took what it needed, the vine in his ass pumping in and out the human, stimulating every nerve it had access to. The plant wrapped around his cock abused its flexibility, twisting and turning around the sensitive flesh; something inside of it seemed to probe at the tip of his cock. Try as he might, Jeram couldn't twist enough to kick it away or rip it off.

"Get the fuck away from me!" he finally gasped out as the vine left his mouth - but the plant had no ears to hear him with, nor would it care if it did. He pulled his hips back, jerking away from what was wrapped around his cock, but it merely followed, milking him of his seed.

With his shaft being so heavily teased and his ass being pounded into, Jeram came.

He was ashamed, truthfully, even as the seed poured out of him in a climax stronger than any he'd ever had before; spurt after spurt of seed fell into the waiting plant, quickly absorbed into whatever sick system it used to fuel itself. The plant that was pushing into his ass withdrew, slowly, leaving his anus gaping and leaking with the strange lube it had used to slip in; the one around his cock, similarly, pulled back, leaving only a small string of cum attached to his cock.

Jeram gathered all the strength he had and wrenched himself out of the grip of the tentacles. This time, he was successful; the plants released him, and he didn't care if it was because it had what it wanted or if his strength had finally come through for him. He just needed to get out.

The knight grabbed what armor he could. Surprisingly, the plants didn't try to stop him; they almost seemed to... wait, hovering back as he grabbed his armor and ran.

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It was a dirty, messy Jeram that stumbled back into the inn, his armor strapped haphazardly back on his body. Thankfully, it was far past midnight by the time the knight returned; even the owners of the inn were still sleeping, and he was able to get back into his room in relative peace.

That was the fortunate part.

The less fortunate aspect of it was that even after having a long, warm shower and stripping off his tainted armor, Jeram couldn't get himself to sleep. The sheets of the mattress felt unnecessarily warm against his skin, almost like he was sweating; he twisted and turned in bed, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't get comfortable.

Only... that wasn't the problem. At least, it wasn't the only problem.

He was horny. Jeram's erection raged and throbbed against the sheets; even the smallest movement was a shock of pleasure that went straight through his spine, making the knight squirm. He was holding himself back. This was just an effect of the plants in the swamp; he just needed to outlast it.

Or maybe he just needed to release it...?

Jeram bit his lip. Now that the thought had occurred to him, it wouldn't go away. What if all he needed was to let it out? It was the lingering effects of the drug that had been left in his system, that was all. Once it was flushed out of his body, he would be fine.

Trembling, the knight laid himself flat on his bed. His cock stuck straight out, hard and throbbing; he couldn't believe he'd been aroused for so long without any negative effects to his body. Hesitantly, Jeram reached out with a hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock -

-And gasped as pleasure raced through his shaft. His doubts and fears vanished in an instant. There was only the pleasure, the feeling that was so similar to what the plant had given him, the purity of sensation.

Well... that wasn't entirely accurate. It wasn't quite as good; the plant had known exactly how to stimulate him, exactly how to make him feel good. He knew what to do with his fingers, but Jeram simply couldn't achieve the same kind of dexterity that the plant had, nor give himself the same kind of pleasure.

It was enough, though. It had to be. The knight's tongue rolled slightly out of his mouth as he panted. His cock throbbed in his hands - needily, eagerly, desperate for what it had before. He stroked with a furious passion; he'd never been so determined to pleasure himself in this way before, never desired so much an orgasm.

Yet... Jeram found that he couldn't bring himself to cum. There was something missing in the experience, something the plant had exposed him to that he could no longer live without. He couldn't figure out what it was, at first. The knight moaned softly, his feet pushing the sheets aside on his bed, humping into his hands - but it wasn't enough.

It struck him a moment later, what the plant had done that he wasn't doing to himself. Jeram bit his lip. That was... unnatural. He'd never had such a thing done to him before. The plant's violation of him was the first time he'd experienced it, but the knight couldn't help but admit... it had felt good. It hurt at first, but it felt amazing in the moments afterwards, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the liquid he'd been fed.

It was, he convinced himself - but he couldn't help but test it anyway. One hand reached down to tease his entrance, rubbing gentle circles around it. Jeram shivered. It didn't feel that bad. It... felt pretty sensitive, actually. Still, he couldn't do this without any lubrication...

He looked around, but there wasn't anything else in the room. The knight contemplated the problem for a minute or two before finally glancing at the small pool of precum that had accumulated on his stomach; was he really going to violate himself in such a manner?

His cock throbbed again, and Jeram growled. It didn't matter. He just needed to reach a climax, to get a release. If he needed to use his own fluids to lubricate himself, then so be it, as long as it brought him again to that same shuddering climax. He gathered the warm fluid in his hands, making sure that his fingers were nice and slick, then slowly pushed it inside himself.

He had to withhold a groan, knowing that the others in the inn would hear him if he was too loud. Everyone knew the room in which Jeram the Knight was staying; what would they think of him if they knew what he was doing in the dead of the night? That he was doing it because a mere plant had bested him, to boot...

Jeram grunted, uncaring of the thought for now. He just needed the pleasure. He pushed his fingers in deeper, past the discomfort, pushed it in and out like he remembered the plant was doing. The liquid it fed him had worked its magic and made every part of his ass sensitive, sure, but he faintly remembered there being one specific point...

Jeram gasped as he reached it, his vision going momentarily black. The moan he let out was involuntary, loud and long - but he didn't care even if anyone heard him. What did it matter? That simple touch had been almost enough to make him cum; all he needed was a little more...

The knight wasn't sure how long he'd been going at it. He came back to his senses to find himself rocking back and forth on his fingers, steadily pumping them in and out of his tight, aching ass. It should have hurt, perhaps, but all he felt was the pleasure of being stretched, the pleasure of having something deep inside him. His cock was leaking heavily enough to make a stain on the bed, and he was fairly certain he could hear the sounds of stirring in the inn as the others woke up to the sounds he was making.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't...

He needed one more. Jeram just needed one more time with the plant. That would be it. He just needed some relief, he'd been at this for so long...

The knight stumbled out of bed, dragging on what armor he could; his cock pressed hard against his armor, making him bite his lip. It took all his strength to keep from moaning as he walked out with the way his clothing pressed against his cock.

By the time he'd arrived at the swamp again, he was trembling with need. He no longer cared what the villagers would think; he wasn't quite at the swamp before he'd started removing his armor, leaving pieces scattered carelessly about. By the time he was at the edge, he was pulling off the last of his boots, and he wandered in completely naked.

Jeram's cock was still hard and leaking, and all he could think about was finding his release. To his dismay, the swamp did not react to his presence; it was silent all around him, as though it was watching him, waiting for something. The knight didn't know what it wanted, but he forged onwards, determined to at least find the main pit of mud where the vines had first accosted him.

Only it wasn't a pit of mud - at least, not anymore. If it had been before, it had only been an illusion to trap unwary travellers. Now that Jeram knew the truth, he saw it for what it truly was - a massive, writhing pit of vines, presumably the creature that had taken his seed. The creature that had violated him.

A small part of him wondered if he should turn back.

A much larger part of him didn't care. He needed to get off. This damn plant had been what put him into this state in the first place; all he needed to do was let it jerk him off without forcing it to use that slime on him again, and he should be fine.

Jeram stepped gingerly into the pit of tentacles, a faint scowl on his face. He couldn't believe he'd fallen so deeply into their trap, was so completely entrenched in it that he hadn't even been able to resist whatever drugs it had corrupted him with - but the fact was that he had to face the consequences of his actions. If that meant that he needed to be violated once again to function like a proper human being...

Well, so be it.

He winced a bit as the tentacles began their exploratory climb up his body. They weren't as direct as they had been the first time. He didn't know what was different - perhaps they knew he had already succumbed to it. Perhaps the plants were taunting him, making sure he knew that he was their bitch.

Well, this was the last time he'd be coming here, Jeram told himself. See how they like that.

The writhing plants slowly made their way across his body, rubbing across his muscles - almost as though it was trying to identify Jeram, to see what kind of specimen he was, to check if he was... suitable? The knight shook his head, a frown coming to his face; he didn't know where that thought had come from. They slid across his stomach, traced his biceps, and he let out a soft little sigh as he was thoroughly caressed. In a way, it was almost like a massage...

Except a little more violating, Jeram thought, a small frown crossing his face as the writhing tentacles began to probe at his butt. He didn't protest or struggle this time, however; all he did was lean back in the mass of vines, trusting the plant to carry his weight.

And carry his weight they did. Jeram grunted as the vines began to place all their attention on his legs, stroking gently across his inner thighs and balls. They caressed his feet, dipping between his toes and massaging the soles, ran up the back of his legs to rub gently against his ass and his anus...

The knight was surprised that the vines were being so gentle this time around, but he wasn't about to complain. Slowly, he reached down to grasp the base of his aching cock with a hand as the vines continued to tease him, and he let out a soft moan as he did so. It was surprising how much _better_this felt compared to his time in the inn.

He'd definitely made the right decision in coming here.

They were violating him, perhaps, but they were damn good at it besides. Maybe this wouldn't have to be his only visit here... he wasn't necessarily _enjoying_it, after all; it was just that the activity was relaxing, a way to just let go for a while. They were invading him in all these different ways, but both he and the plant got something out of it, in the end.

It didn't matter that much. Did it?

Jeram bit back a low moan, his body automatically rocking him back into the tentacle that was slowly pushing into his ass. He felt it slowly pushing him apart, stretching him. The sensation would normally have been uncomfortable, but he'd already stretched himself before even coming here; all he felt now was the sensation of the vine slowly sliding into his passage...

It was an incredible, indescribable feeling, and Jeram couldn't help but relax into the vines as they touched and violated him. The vine inside his ass was surprisingly gentle, almost as though it was preparing him rather than actually fucking him; the ones on his legs seemed like they were trying to soothe him, the touches sensual rather than harsh.

Then something changed. The slime that lubricated the violating vine changed, somehow; he wouldn't have known it had the texture not become oddly sticky, leaving a warm, tingling sensation deep within his ass. It didn't take him long before he realised what it was.

It had the same effect as the slime he'd been fed the first time. Jeram's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth slowly dropping open and his pants increasing in volume as he tried to hold back his moans. As much as he was enjoying this, he didn't quite want to give the plant the... satisfaction, he supposed, of knowing he was...

He was...

Oh god, it felt so good...

It changed things with him, made it so that the smallest stretch of his skin felt incredible. It made him _want_to be invaded, to be violated as deeply as possible; he got more pleasure from the mere act of having something filling him than he did from something fucking him. He let out a breathless gasp, a moan of pleasure, and that warm, sticky taste invaded his mouth as well.

It tasted even better than it did the first time.

He wasn't sure what happened, then; the intensity of the sensations he was feeling almost caused him to black out for a moment, yet when he came back he still hadn't reached his climax. His cock was achingly, almost painfully hard, throbbing with precum and leaking every time that hot vine pressed into his ass.

Jeram's mouth eagerly suckled at the vine that presented itself to him, almost as though he were a whore trying to pleasure the plant rather than simply drinking its slime; he ran his tongue along the surface, bobbed his head up and down. A part of him seemed to instinctively know what the plant wanted, somehow, and he wasn't wrong - as his stimulation increased, the plant began to produce more and more slime.

Jeram could only gulp it all up eagerly.

His body should have bloated from all the liquid he was swallowing, the liquid that was entering from both his ass and his stomach - yet nothing about his physiology seemed to change; instead, the slime filled him with a burning, unending heat, a _need_that glazed his mind with lust and desperation. The hand that had been languidly stroking his cock quickly sped up to an almost feverish pace, and though Jeram's shaft should have been sore and aching after all the stimulation, he didn't feel an ounce of discomfort.

What he felt instead was waves of pleasure that rocked his body, made him arch and moan, almost scream with pleasure.

"Nn... a-ah, god..." The knight cursed. His climax built with each stroke, yet try as he might he couldn't seem to push himself to orgasm. The tentacle plowing in and out of his ass moved faster and faster as he went, and he shook in the arms of the plant, until finally, finally, it seemed to react to his lack of a climax.

The plant shifted, pushing him into a new position; his chest faced the pool of tentacles below him while his ass was pulled into the air. Jarem's cheeks would have burned with embarrassment had he been coherent enough to fully understand what the plant was doing to him. Given that he wasn't, well...

The knight moaned instead, spreading his legs a little wider so the vine that continued to fuck him would have better access. He was so close - he just needed a little more, and if this position helped, so be it.

To his consternation, the vine removed itself entirely, leaving a gaping wide passage drooling with thick slime. Jarem squirmed, a whine escaping from his throat - but he saw the tentacle approaching him and quickly quieted. It seemed far larger than the one that invaded him before, and he suspected it would feel just as good.

The plant invading his mouth removed itself just as the new, thicker tentacle plunged into his ass, allowing the knight to release a much louder moan. His body shuddered as he was pushed even closer to release; he was stretched far more than he had been before, yet each time it speared into him, he couldn't help but gasp.

He was close now. So desperately close. He reached for his cock, needing to stroke himself off. That was all he needed now - just a little bit of stimulation, a little touch... but the plants had wrapped themselves around his hands without him realizing it, and he was far too sapped of his strength from the vine invading and violating him that he couldn't fight it. Every time he tried, it would thrust in, and he would lose all control of his body as he squirmed with pleasure.

Maybe it wouldn't be necessary. He was already so close; perhaps with just one more thrust...

Jeram's eyes widened as his ass stretched to the point where it was almost painful. If it hadn't been for the physiological changes the slime had induced in him when it invaded him - not that Jeram was aware of that - it would likely have hurt him. As it was, he squirmed with discomfort as he was widened to the edge of what he could handle...

And then something slid inside of him, warm and sticky and round. Jeram let out a yelp, glancing back with a horrified stare - only to see strange lumps travelling along the vine that had pushed itself into him. It wasn't moving anymore, he realised; it simply remained in place as it pumped whatever this was inside of him.

"No!" The shout was loud, almost feral as the knight abruptly came to his senses; he fought with all his strength against the vines keeping him in place, trying to ignore the way a shock of electricity seemed to go through his spine every time he moved. They were eggs, he realised. The egg that was already inside shifted about with the smallest of movements, and it seemed to trigger sweet spots that he hadn't even known existed in his body. It weakened him, made it hard to struggle.

"Let me go, you damn plant-"

Jeram cut himself off as another lump forced its way into him, gasping out a moan. "F-fuck... damn it... let me..."

The knight didn't get to finish. A vine stuffed itself into his mouth this time, sweet, sticky nectar that smelled and tasted even stronger than the previous batch he'd been given. He wouldn't have a lot of time. The liquid would overwhelm him soon, make it so that he couldn't fight. He needed to struggle, needed to tear off the vines -

A third egg pushed into his ass and he cried out with a moan, his cock jerking, precum splashing against his stomach. He couldn't hold himself back. Even with the tentacle in his mouth, he couldn't help but gasp and whine, and each time he was forced to swallow or choke in the slime.

He swallowed, of course.

His struggles grew weaker, his mind dazed with lust, with pleasure as eggs continued to pump into him. He didn't know how many there had been already; somewhere along the way, the plant had begun to speed up. Somewhere along the way, Jeram had begun to encourage it, rocking himself back into the tentacle and giving small little moans of encouragement each time a new egg was pushed into his body.

It felt so good, like he was being given a massage from within. He'd never been so thoroughly filled or so thoroughly violated, and where he knew he should have felt repulsed and angry, he felt... strangely at peace.

The plant had dominated him so completely that it was using him as nothing more than an incubator. It had turned him on so utterly so that his body would be filled with heat, the perfect temperature for the eggs to hatch. He was just a tool, something it used to reproduce, but it made him feel so good in the process...

Jeram realised, as he came out of his daze, that the plant had stopped some time ago. He was resting in the middle of the pool of tentacles, a slight bulge in his stomach that shifted every time he moved; he'd been completely and utterly filled with the eggs of the creature. If not for that and the way slime trickled out of his anus, he might have thought it was all a dream - but he still hadn't reached his climax, still hadn't been allowed to cum.

"P-please..." he whispered, his voice reaching only thin air.

Jeram reached down, unable to help himself, and began to finger his hole. What began as experimental probing to figure out what was happening with his loosened ass quickly turned into impassioned thrusting; he couldn't help himself as he pushed his fingers in and out of his passage. He felt his fingers press against something warm and slimy each time. He couldn't go too deep, but even the smallest of stimulation made him shudder.

He stayed like that for what might have been hours, the knight alternating between stroking himself off and pushing his fingers into his ass. It was only when he felt a strange stirring in his belly that he returned to full awareness. Jeram bit his lip as the eggs slowly began to emerge, pushing their way out of his body, past his aching fingers coated with his own slime...

One forced its way out, the exit simultaneously relieving and pleasurable. Jeram let out a cry as his body finally shuddered with an orgasm; his seed was strangely sticky, much like the slime he'd ingested, but he didn't seem to notice or care. It coated his face and he licked greedily at the liquid; his fingers continuing to probe at his ass, encouraging the next one to emerge.

When it did, he came again. Each time an egg emerged, he was engulfed in so much pleasure he could only writhe in the pit he'd been in for hours, his entire body now coated with the plant's viscous slime - or perhaps it was his own seed. The knight couldn't tell, at this point, nor did he particularly care.

As each egg emerged, it hatched. Exposure to the air of the swamp seemed to be the trigger; the slimy orb seemed to shift, becoming a writhing mass that absorbed the liquid and slime nearby to grow into yet another large, intelligent vine. Each one took a little of Jeram's cum, absorbing his seed to grow stronger, faster.

When it was finally over, the knight lay panting in the writhing pit. It was strangely calm - still moving, but not quite as much, nor as actively. It didn't resist as he slowly forced his way out, wincing as his ass began to tighten up again. It'd be a few days before that was completely healed, but...

Jeram glanced at the way his skin was tainted a very faint green, the way a stirring hunger rose within him every time he looked at his cock. A clear liquid oozed from the shaft that hung between his legs, and a small, dark smile entered the knight's face.

He'd be back here in less than a few days, he suspected. And he'd be bringing friends.