[P] He doesn't have much choice right now.

Krin tries to roll over and crawl away, but the spasming in his core drives him back to the ground. He whimpers, body trembling as a second ooze squirms out of him. It feels so good, even through the pain. Part of him doesn't want it to stop, and that frightens him.

Even the shame of being discovered barely cuts through the haze of pain and pleasure. He stares up at the lamia with glassy eyes, barely even registering her words. He does notice that the rain stops pounding down on him, piling misery on top of misery, and manages to look up in confusion to take stock of his situation between the waves of contractions. The lamia is... sheltering him? That's... not what he expected at all. "Ohhh- haah...haah... thank you..."

He doesn't have time to consider that further as the contractions start up again, forcing another ooze from his body with a slow, delicious agony. His hand dips unthinkingly to his cunt, teasing himself as the creature stretches his ass, slipping and squirming it's way out of him. He's close, so... close. Just a little... "Hhhhhnnn! Yess! Fuck!" His hips buck and jerk with the **** of an orgasm.

He flushes with shame. What kind of man was he, cumming from that? And in front of a stranger, no less! He felt like a cheap, tawdry whore. And, looking down at his naked body, belly still gently swollen, he looked like one, too. Stars, there's still MORE? I don't know how much more I can take...