The male herm had been walking through the Frik Marshlands for a day since leaving the Fryke Mountains, the morning quiet and the sound of the soft earth shifting beneath him. He'd set out to find a place without being the runty excuse of his bull people, but he had no clue what lay out in the world. His home nation was one of the more uncharted and unexplored, a testament made by the lack of a road away from his village.
He wasn't to be any luckier, though. A brief slow to rest within a thicket was about to go wrong.
As Rodolf sat on a log, resting and getting his bearings, he'd feel... damp. A slimy embrace of orange goo suddenly rushed from cracks of the log, the structure falling apart and causing him to fall into an expanding mass of goo. A slime, abnormal monster of the land, barely big enough as it wrapped and secured his legs while pushing between them against his cunt and cock. He could feel the cold touch moving up his back, the shape of gooey arms wrapping around him to keep him from getting up.
"Hold still, hold still~... you might be a guy but your concealed holes will feel good if I fill you~!"
He wasn't to be any luckier, though. A brief slow to rest within a thicket was about to go wrong.
As Rodolf sat on a log, resting and getting his bearings, he'd feel... damp. A slimy embrace of orange goo suddenly rushed from cracks of the log, the structure falling apart and causing him to fall into an expanding mass of goo. A slime, abnormal monster of the land, barely big enough as it wrapped and secured his legs while pushing between them against his cunt and cock. He could feel the cold touch moving up his back, the shape of gooey arms wrapping around him to keep him from getting up.
"Hold still, hold still~... you might be a guy but your concealed holes will feel good if I fill you~!"