You are still alive. How would you like this lake to be just a dream... Alas, it is not so.

You regain consciousness on the shore of a dark underground lake.

Your body is wet and covered in dirt.

Your clothes are torn (a particularly unpleasant fact is the hole in your pants in the ass area).

You raise yourself up with difficulty on your elbows and slowly get to your feet.

You are moving towards your resting place.

Oolok is sleeping.

You feel a nervous shiver remembering what happened.

The impact on you was not only physical.

This scary underwater creature clearly has magical powers.

You feel strange changes in your body and in your mind.

The essence of these changes is still unclear to you.

However, a connection with an ancient underwater monster that lurks in the depths of this underground lake will clearly affect your life.

An inexplicable realization arises in your mind that this creature is older than the elven city that lies on the surface.

Your thoughts are riddled with fear.

But there is something else...

It is as if you feel a constant foreign presence in your mind.

A hidden and powerful observer.

Someone has taken hold inside your mind.

And it looks like this “person” is the one who recently fucked you with tentacles.

In your head, against your will, your own words are monotonously repeated: “I swear! I will serve you! I swear! I swear! I swear!"

You will probably now have to fulfill the terms of the oath.

Unless, of course, you want to anger your “patron”.

When you think about the wrath of your “patron,” your mind conjures images of your own body swelling to the hideous, grotesque appearance of a drowned man. Then rotting pieces of flesh begin to peel off from your body.

A disgusting sight.

It's good that these are only mental images.

But the appearance of such images clearly indicates an influence on your mind “from the outside.”

Clearly, what the tentacles did to your body had a significant effect.

You sit down exhausted, resting your back against the stalagmite.

The half-orc continues to sleep.

An hour later Oolok wakes up.

By this point, your body is a little dry. The fact of your “swimming” in the lake is now not so obvious.

He looks at you.

You catch this look.

And you feel a persistent impulse to act.

This impulse is only partly based on your past experience. The basis of this impulse clearly stems from a recent powerful impact that you have experienced.

Before the half-orc stands up, you approach him. You sit on his body in such a way that his groin is in contact with your ass. The sensations of a quick erection do not take long to arrive. The half-orc's big dick quickly hardens, straining the fabric of his pants.

You, smiling voluptuously, look into Oolok’s face and say in a flirtatious voice: “We need to relax a little... Your bitch missed your big dick...”

The half-orc grins back.

His strong palm slaps your plump buttock. Causing you to let out a short girly squeal. He then lowers his pants and takes out his dick, stroking the hard greenish flesh from top to bottom.

He hoarsely voices the invitation: “Get to work, depraved bitch... You are my slut... Sissy-slut who loves my gigantic half-orc dick...”

You readily fulfill his desire.

Your tattered and dirty clothes are shifted to the side - you have opened access to your bitchy anal hole.

The careful movement of your graceful fingers.

The large head of a large greenish dick squeezed into your sissy-cunt, easily overcoming the resistance of your sphincter.

You are an experienced anal slut - your sphincter has long been accustomed to the penetration of cocks heated with lust.

The half-orc smiles contentedly, enjoying his masculine strength and your submission.

The submissiveness of a lustful, effeminate bitch with a pitiful semblance of a penis between her legs.

By the way: your tiny pseudo-member also gets a little excited and starts leaking pre-cum.

Now you are a slutty rider on a big dick.

Your hips move up and down.

Again and again.

Soon this large half-orc dick entered your depraved anal hole to its maximum depth.

You let out a loud feminine moan that is laced with depravity and lust.

At this time, Oolok's fingers held your erect, sensitive nipples tightly. His fingers tugged and pinched your nipples, causing you to feel additional pulses of depraved pleasure.

Little by little the pace of fucking began to speed up.

You and your sexual partner surrendered to the sensations of voluptuous debauchery.

Loud moans of two fucking persons filled the space of a vast cave.

The sounds of two sweaty bodies slapping together in the heat of lust.

The half-orc continued to persistently tug at your nipples.

Through the veil of lust you hear his hoarse voice: “I will fuck you every day, bitch! You're just a slut! I will tug on your nipples and after many months your breasts will look like the big breasts of whore from a brothel! Then you can be milked like a cow! Ha! Ha!"

With every part of your body you felt a powerful erection and an irresistible desire for this man.

The essence of his desire is to fuck you like a submissive lustful bitch to the point of eliminating the last vestiges of masculinity and self-respect in your body and mind.

However, all this doesn’t matter now.

You continue to jump on a huge half-orc dick, which, with every movement, penetrates your anus.

Hot hard dick flesh slides inside your sissy-cunt.

The insides of your body are penetrated by this dick.

The head of the half-orc dick roughly and imperiously comes into contact with a hypersensitive point in the depths of your anus.

Such touches cause powerful impulses of pleasure throughout your body.

Your mouth is slightly open and your tongue is hanging out.

Saliva drips from your mouth.

Jerome the Dickrider. This nickname sounds shameful, but it reflects the essence of what is happening now.

The half-orc's rude words only contribute to the increase in lust: “You could never please a normal female with the help of your pathetic cocklet! You can only cum thanks to my dick! You are my anal slut! Aggrrrhh.. I will fuck your anal cunt whenever I want! I will fuck your mouth! You cocksucker bitch! I can fuck you right on the city street - let everyone see that you are my whore!”

Voluptuous moans.

Pinching your sensitive nipples.

Spanking your plump, reddened buttocks.

The climax of this passionate sex is near.

Soon you felt the pulsation of a hot dick inside your gaping anal hole. Your flesh also began to contract, squeezing halforcish dick.

The half-orc let out a triumphant roar.

You just squeal in an effeminate voice like a bitch.

A faint stream of clear liquid sprays from your weewee.

At the same moment, the insides of your anal sissy cunt are filled with a copious stream of half-orc sperm.

The ecstasy of anal orgasm.

You feel like a weak, lustful female who is grateful to a strong man who fucked her depraved wet bitchy hole.

Oolok’s wet dick leaves your “hospitable” sissy cunt.

Streams of sperm flow from your gaping anus.

You lean forward, pressing your entire body against the half-orc's.

Touching the sweaty skin of a muscular man is pleasant for you.

Your tongue licks the half-orc's cheek voluptuously.

Then you lick his ear and whisper, “Thank you, Oolok! Your dick is magnificent!”

At the moment when you gently lick the half-orc's ear, several small and almost imperceptible needle-like processes emerge from your tongue, which pierce the greenish skin. The needle-like appendages exude droplets of black mucus that are quickly absorbed into Oolok's flesh.

You whisper in a voluptuous voice of a satisfied just-fucked slut: “Shouldn’t you freshen up a little, honey? How about a little swim in this lake?”

The half-orc's gaze clouds slightly.

He gets to his feet.

His condition is clearly abnormal.

His pants fall to the ground without him even noticing.

Oolok looks with misty eyes at the water surface of the lake and slowly walks towards the shore.

He repeats in a strange monotonous voice: “Swim in the lake... Swim in the lake...”

You look at what is happening with a mixture of fear and amazement.

Oolok's feet are already in the water.

The thought of stopping what is happening arises in your mind.

Save the half-orc.

After all, if he “swims in the lake,” then, obviously, this will be the last thing he does in his life.

You are about to jump to your feet and run to Oolok to return him to his sane state.

However, the frightening whisper is heard in your head again.

Whispers and images of your painful d e a t h.

The meaning of the whisper is partly clear: “Price. Food. Oath. Or him. Or you."

Freezing horror permeates your consciousness.

You sit on the ground, feeling the cum slowly leak out of your recently fucked slutty asshole.

You will not help your friend in any way.

You just look into the distance.

Soon the half-orc goes deeper into the water of the lake and begins to swim towards its center.

You notice that your vision has become much better. Now you can see things far away in the darkness of the caves. You don't need the light that the torch gives off at all. Rather, this light even bothers you.

It is not difficult for you to guess that the improvement in your vision is due to this ancient monstrous creature. Obviously, the substances that enter your body already contribute to certain metamorphoses...

What do you see in the distance?

Oolok reaches the center of a vast underground lake.

From the dark depths burst out many vile black tentacles, which are covered with black mucus.

Probably the “owner of the tentacles” was too hungry...

The tentacles simply tear the half-orc's body apart.

Severed head.

Severed left leg.

Each piece of the mutilated and bloody body is entwined with vile tentacles.

The monster then sinks to the bottom of the lake.

Just ten seconds later, the water surface of this vast underground lake again presents a calm and serene sight.

There was no sign of the nightmarish horror that had occurred.

You stand up on shaky legs and grab your bag of supplies.

Your newly sharpened vision rushes to the left of the lake.

The contented whisper in your head does not cease, but now it feels like something quiet and almost imperceptible.

Now you feel where you need to go.

Your heightened senses tell you that you need to go into the tunnels to the left of the underground lake.

There is a stream of sad thoughts in your mind: “Oolok... He died because of me... It’s my fault for his de a t h... I’m just a vile traitor...”

However, you understand that the circumstances turned out so sadly because of that the alternative simply terrified you. The alternative was lethal for you - this underwater monster would simply eat you.

You continue walking along the shore of the lake.

Then turn into the left tunnel.

Soon you are moving away from this terrible place.

You continue through a vast network of underground caves, among stalactites, stalagmites, mushrooms and moss.

But the quiet whisper in your head does not stop.

This whisper will probably always be there now.