Eternity beckons...

When you wake up you're... fine. You're standing high up on some rocky plateau, giving you a beautiful view of the endless expanse of jungle. You're wearing another, nicer-looking loincloth, and on your head is a... deer skull? You reach up to touch it, savoring the contours of its eyesockets. You grin.

Wait, you didn't do that.

You try to lower your arm but can't. You try to say something but your mouth doesn't move. Mentally you thrash and punch and yell and kick but none of that happens. Instead you turn around to face Kyris, who stands between the wolf and crocodile golem monsters.

He steps forward and raps on your skull three times, "Helloooo? You still in there, John? How are you enjoying your new mind palace? Comfy?"

You try to radiate anger but instead nod enthusiastically.

"No, not you. The other guy. Now, yes, yes, I know - I typically abhor favors - but when I heard how... unusual this ask was, well, I just had to get a hand in it."

He slides a hand in your loincloth to stroke your cock. Your body wavers at the knees and emits a deep, guttural moan. A wave of desire flows through you but... no pleasure. In fact, you can't feel any physical sensation at all. The only thing you get is the overwhelming psychological desire to cum.

"Oh, by the way, I hope you didn't expect to get anything out of this, boy. It's not your body anymore. You lost your sense privileges. Well, on that note, I have things to do. Enjoy the rest of eternity, John! Happy eternity... to you both."

Kyris bows and disappears in a burst of flame. You imagine strangling him but your hijacked body only waves goodbye.

The two mud golems approach you and explore your body with their goopy hands, leaving streaks of mud across your chest. One of them lowers your loincloth, freeing a cock you didn't even realize was hard. They jack you off which your body seems to greatly enjoy but just drives you mad. The sight is arousing, and your brain tells you that you should be feeling pleasure but all you get is emptiness and piling frustration. By the time your body shudders and cums into the golem's fist you want to claw your eyes out.

All three golems clack their skulls together before the other two melt onto you, morphing into a thick fluid that snakes up your body before entering your mouth, ears, and nose. The wolf and crocodile skulls settle on your shoulders, which your body inspects approvingly.

You look out at the horizon, eyes fixing on a distant temple. At the temple's base huddles a village, in which small figures go about their day.

You exhale a raspy breath.

NOW... WE... HUNT...

END