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Chapter 22 by spiceemustard spiceemustard

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You're carried into the cave and haphazardly tossed onto the bed. You lie on your back and try to sit up but find your hands and feet are each encased in unnaturally hard mud which is itself stuck to opposite ends of the bedframe. You struggle and throw your torso about but can't crack the stubborn bindings.

The monster sits down heavily beside you and caresses the side of your face with a finger. You spit at it, earning you a rough smack to the head. After which the monster stands up, and lumbers toward the kitchen. It pulls a ladle from the wooden box beside the fire pit and dips it into the clay pot simmering merrily over the fire. It returns and holds up the ladle to your lips. You try to clamp your mouth closed but that only results in you getting smacked again. You reluctantly open your lips and the hot soup slides down your throat. It's... delicious. A thick and creamy broth heavily spiced with herbs and something that tastes like cinnamon, in which floats vegetables and tender chunks of meat. A warmth spreads down your body and you realize just how chilled you'd become trekking through the swamp.

The warmth flows through your veins until your whole body radiates comfort. Then you begin to grow hotter. Something's wrong. You sweat heavily as the heat coalesces in your genitals. Intense pulses of pleasure buzz along the length of your overheated cock. It gets hard, painfully hard, straining against your loincloth. You crane your head down to see the skimpy covering stretch further and further from the **** of your unnaturally powerful erection. When the pressure gets unbearable the straps on the side snap, flinging the pouch from your crotch and causing your cock to bounce straight up. The tingles continue to intensify, causing you to buck your hips and moan.

You beg and plead with the golem to make it stop, but it stays silent, watching you suffer the erotic ****. You open your mouth to plead again but all that emerges is a scream of pleasure as you spill over the edge, bucking your hips hard into the air spraying a fountain of cum all over the bed, yourself, and the monster. The orgasm continues for what feels like forever before you finally slip into unconsciousness...

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