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As you beat your way along the trail the foliage grows denser and closer, and the ground muddier.

You begin to question if you made the right choice.

You hear the howl again, louder this time, and break out into a run. The swamp whips by you as you zigzag through it, no destination in mind but "away."

After who knows how long you smack into a large rock wall, just managing to slow down enough to avoid breaking your nose on it. You hear the howl again behind you and whip around, plastering your back to the uncaring stone. You feel a rumbling and the ground ahead of you starts to rise. It bulges higher and higher until it begins to shift, taking on the shape of a huge muscular humanoid made of mud. Atop its moss-covered shoulders where a neck would be instead emerges three animal skulls: a wolf, a deer, and a crocodile. It looks down at you and stares.

After a moment the wolf head howls and the wind carries words across your ear:

You... defile... these... lands...

Shit.

The monster advances and you whip around, scrabbling your hands at the rock face, grasping for handholds that don't exist. Your stomach drops when two large and wet hands slop onto your shoulders. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle and hot, humid breath tickles the side of your head.

These... lands... defile... you...

You're spun around suddenly to face the monster. It's nearly twice as tall as you, meaning your current vantage gives you an eyeful of its very large, very aroused cock. Its hands on your shoulders encourage you forward, probing your lips and cheeks with the head of its member. You try to clamp your mouth shut which only earns your a smack to the side of the head. Obediently, and seeing no other option, you take one last breath and open your mouth. Immediately the golem shoves its oversized cock in as far as it goes, which isn't very far when you consider the differences in scale. You're honestly amazed your mouth can even fit around its girth and your jaw is already starting to ache. The taste is... not the worst dick you've ever sucked, honestly. You haven't eaten a lot of mud in your life, but this mud is particularly tasteless. Not that it's a pleasant experience, in spite of that. The monster is large and clumsy in its movements, ramming its cock as far down your throat as it fits, making you gag. Meanwhile your lips and chin are utterly coated in the sticky mud constantly sloughing off its body and your chest gets another coating when every thrust causes its balls to slap against you.You glance up, finding yourself face-to-face with its broad shoulders and chest, as well as its heads. The three skulls stare down at you silently with their permanent toothy grins and vacant eye sockets. They can make no expression but the naked desire is obvious.

The shame at being completely helpless and used like a sex toy makes you aroused in spite of yourself. Your cock throbs against the loincloth and it takes all your willpower not to touch it.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, your brain can't decide, the monster takes one hand from your shoulder to reach down and completely envelop your pelvis. You feel the loincloth dissolve away at its touch and your needy cock embeds itself in the surrounding mud. It's warm and soft, and you moan around the mass in your mouth as the mud begins to shift and ripple, expertly milking you.

Before long the golem speeds up its thrusts and the cock in your mouth begins to pulse. With one final roar a torrent of hot liquid pours down your throat. Simultaneously you reach your own climax, cumming into the mass of mud surrounding your cock.

Your orgasm peters out shortly, but the monster is still going strong when you slip into unconsciousness...