[the chapter break should be right after blank and marcus find him but before they start dragging him back to the ship] [blank and marcus come across him; this entire scene needs to be rewritten and condensed:] There was a person strung up across the vines, at the center of the writhing tangle, and it took them a minute to tug the listless plants away enough to actually see him. It was a man, tall, body pulled spread-eagle by thick knots of vines wrapped around his arms and legs. His long hair, in long dreadlocks, spilled back from his head, lolled back like he was unconscious or worse. His entire body shone in the dim, flickering firelight, plant sap coating his skin, matting his thick body hair down, across his chest and belly. He was tremendously, hugely erect, his cock jutting straight out from his crotch, oversized balls pulled up tight below. Even as they cleared the way further Blank saw his body convulse, a fat string of come spurting out from his cock, shooting in the slick mess of twisted vines beneath him. Veins bulged all across its length, the shaft flushed a hot red, visible even in the dim light, and even given the situation Blank felt his cock respond, twitching in his trousers. They'd gotten a few steps closer, almost within touching distance, before Blank noticed the vines penetrating him. There were so many wrapped around his body, constantly sliding across his reddened skin, he hadn't noticed. But a thick, bumpy vine hung loosely around his neck, the end of it in the man's mouth, spreading his jaw so wide it looked almost like it had been knocked out of its socket. It slid back and forth, green spores spraying from its wart-like sacs as they shoved through his mouth, surrounding his head in a greenish fog. Already Blank could feel the spores at work on him, heat rushing through his body and concentrating on his cock, half-hard in his pants. The vine fucking the man's ass, though, was something else entirely. It was _massive_, bigger than one of Blank's legs; bigger than one of Marcus' legs; hell, definitely bigger even than one of the man's immense, muscled thighs, taut and straining against the vines spreading his legs. Not just a little bigger; it looked about as wide around as both legs _together_, not just one. And it was _spiked_, with huge tan-brown thorns across its length, some straight up from the flesh of the vine, some curved up or down in wicked-looking hooks. The vine wasn't _fucking_ him, back and forth, so much as plunging inside him. It pushed and pushed, several impossibly-thick inches plunging into his ass as Blank stared, his cock rock-hard in his pants and already seeping precome as the man twitched and jerked, that mammoth vine twisting around as it tore into his abused ass. [ they get closer; blank pulls the vine out of his ass while marcus detangles the rest of them ] Blank couldn't even comprehend how much was inside him; he'd pulled foot after foot of writhing, sap-slick vine out of his gaping, distended ass and there was still more; he could still see it writhing around inside the man's chest, his stomach bulging out all the way up to his ribs. His worn asshole had folded out backwards, his guts pulling out along with the vine, flushed a dark, violent red, and Blank had had to slowly take hold of his bloated flesh and stuff them back inside, his hands fitting easily into his broken-open asshole even alongside the immense vine. The man had just jerked and twitched as he did it, his cock spewing long lines of come across Blank's side, and it took all his willpower to not just sag forward, plunging both arms into the man's ass as he sucked his cock down to the root. His dick hurt from rubbing against the front of his trousers, and he was about two seconds of rubbing away from coming in his pants. Marcus pulled another vine off the man -- it spiralled loosely around his arm for a second before he brushed it off -- and the man sunk down, feet hitting the ground and immediately buckling, sending his body swinging back and forth, tugging vines in every direction. Blank's grip on the vine in his ass slipped, and the thing instantly plunged back inside him, two feet slamming into him in a ruthless thrust that just made the man groan around the vine he was still sucking on, his cock spraying again all across Blank's front. This time, Blank just groaned and jerked forward, grinding his trapped cock against the man's muscled hip, slicked down with sap. He came in a sudden rush, his load smearing across the inside of his pants, wet and hot as he panted, vines already winding against his limbs, trailing up his pant leg. Blank staggered back, flushing, and glanced up at Marcus only to find him stock-still, mouth open, eyes glazed, both his hands shoved down the front of his pants. The hot tingling heat burning through his body felt like a physical thing, wanting him to shamble forward and fall to his knees before Marcus. It took an incredible effort to stagger back, pulling the man away from the loosened thicket of vines wrapping around them all -- no longer ensnared with vines, only spitroast on the two, mouth and ass spread inhumanly around the immense gnarled vines plunging into him. After a second Marcus followed, bodily pulling himself through the vines wrapped around up to his waist, until they were next to each other in the edge of the thicket, with the man slumped to his knees on the ground, still gurgling on the vine fucking his throat. Marcus' hand against the front of his pants was a white-hot flash of heat, and Blank let out a sharp cry, legs trembling. He reached out, grabbing Marcus for stability, and his sap-slick hands curled around his solid muscles, skin hot and damp, slick with sweat and sap. He found himself smearing the mess down Marcus' chest and stomach, catching on his fat, heavy nipples -- when had Marcus taken his shirt off, he found himself wondering, until he noticed it flung over his own forearm -- and then down to the open buckle of his belt, Marcus' cock bulging out the fabric below obscenely. Blank shoved his hands into Marcus' unfastened pants to stroke his tacky, come-slick cock, still hard. Marcus groaned as Blank thudded to his knees, mouth watering as he fished out Marcus' cock, olive green and streaked with sap and come, half-hard and still weakly pulsing, come drizzling from the slit and into the back of Blank's mouth as he swallowed the entire thing. Marcus' shaft shuddered, making its way back to full hardness in his mouth. One of Marcus' hands came down on the back of his head, tugging him closer, and Blank tipped his head up to see Marcus dragging his other hand across his bare chest, smearing the tracks of sap Blank had left behind, grabbing one of his heavy pecs and tugging on his nipple, twisting. Blank squeezed his eyes shut, huffing and groaning as he sloppily sucked on Marcus' cock, nose buried in his pubes, and felt himself come in his pants again, dimly aware he was humping against Marcus' leg. Marcus came again almost immediately, and Blank just swallowed on the tip of his cock, lodged in the back of his throat. His come was salty and bitter, thick in his mouth, and when he looked up (Marcus' cock angling fractionally deeper) Marcus had stripped off his shirt and was rubbing a hand across his chest, his nipples peaked and hard. The man, swaying next to them, had his head thrown back, his dreaded hair tangled with vines, a massive vine still lodged down his throat. His cock was flushed hard and red just above him, come hanging in a thread from the tip, and Blank pulled off Marcus' cock with a pop and took in the other man's cock, the erect shaft sliding across his head and knocking his headband askew, the fat head pressing against his scalp before he took it into his mouth. It tasted like sap, green and plantlike, and underneath that it tasted like sweat and human and meat. Blank hardly even needed to do anything, the vines around them both rocked them together and apart, fucking his cock into his mouth, and the man had been coming just from the vines fucking him; with Blank actually on his knees sucking him off he came in just a few seconds, his body spasming as he shot off, drooling out the side of Blank's slurping mouth. Marcus was the one who tugged him back, into a wet kiss, but when he pulled back he threw off the vines starting to tangle around them all. "We need to get out of here," he said, but his voice was low and rough with lust, their cocks grinding together as he spoke, one of his hands already stroking across the two of them, grinding the undersides of their shafts together. Blank gave a shaky moan, weak on his feet. He felt hazy and hot, almost feverish, and when he looked down to see the man spread-eagled by vines, still being fucked, his body ached to be in the same position. [ ... ] [ they get closer; blank pulls the vine out of his ass while marcus detangles the rest of them ] The vine was shoved deep into the man's mouth -- Blank could see his throat kick and bulge as he tugged it back, more sliding out out of his belly -- and it emerged coated in a thick slurry of spit and sap, slimy and tacky to the touch. The man's face and neck were covered in it, huge wet strands running down his bare chest, matting his thick chest hair down even beyond what his sweat did, practically gluing it down. As Blank grabbed the vine and pulled -- gingerly, so as to avoid hurting the man -- the fat, slobbery lines swing back and forth, slapping against his wrists and forearms and sticking there, the wet slime dripping across his skin slowly and seeming to seep wet heat right into his skin. Blank's arms spasmed involuntarily and the vine slid out of his grasp, and before he knew it he was on his knees in front of the man, kissing his bruised lips, lapping up the slime across his bearded face and neck. He didn't notice when, but at some point Marcus moved to be behind him, his cock grinding against the back of his head, and Blank twisted around, Marcus' cock streaking a line across his face until he grasped it in his mouth, heavy and salty and rank. Beside him, the man choked and coughed, the vine sliding out coated in sap and drool, and Blank just had to draw off Marcus' dripping cock to lick across the fleshy, spongy side of the vine, catching the tip of it just as Marcus tugged it out of the other man's mouth and swallowing it down himself. If the sap coating the vine had felt warm, this felt like liquid fire, streaking down his throat and across his entire body, throbbing inside him in time to his heartbeat. He swallowed and swallowed again, gulping as the vine probed against the back of his throat and then down, plugging off his airway. He moaned, voice catching in the back of his throat, and leaned into it, opening his mouth to let it plunge deeper only to have Marcus' blurry, unfocused hand grasp it right in front of his face and gently pull it back out. Blank gasped for breath when it pulled out, cut off as the man jerked towards him, mashing their faces together, noses colliding, teeth scraping against lips as they kissed, licking into each other's mouths for the remnants of the sap. Marcus' cock butted against Blank's cheek at one point and he just turned his head and kissed it, the man on the other side doing the same, sandwiching Marcus' dark green cock between their lips until he came, spraying come across their messy cheeks. [ ... ] Blank grabbed the vine still pushing further into the man's ass and pulled it, hand over hand, feet of thorny, sap-coated vine coming out. It was unreal; even as he pulled he could see the man's stomach bloat and distend from the vine inside; the thing must have been trying to practically thread him all the way through, and given the amount inside him, it had gotten damn close. He pulled at _least_ three times the man's _height_ worth of vines out, and even then he could only tell he was close because the man's guts stopped lurching and twitching. Blank grabbed the vine again and pulled, meeting the slightest resistance from inside the man before an absolutely horrifically huge bulb popped out, pulling the man's guts out with it, its thin greenish sap spraying across both their bodies. It was soft and squishy to the touch, but it was as wide as the man's _hips_, and dimpled with a dozen deep holes, each steadily oozing sap. Blank reached forward and pushed the man's guts back inside again, his ravaged, reddened ass just bowing open, sap oozing out as his guts were slowly sucked back inside. Blank spread his hand across the man's ass, the immense gape of his ass covering his palm entirely, the broken ring of his ass twitching and slurping against his fingers. The man's body was hot to the touch, sweaty and sticky, and slowly Blank felt the man's ass gape again, his guts pressing wetly into the palm of his hand, the wet slick skin fluttering against his palm, rolling against it. A shudder went through the man's body again as his muscles clenched, and his asshole slowly squeezed tighter, the flesh pulling away from Blank's palm with a wet slurp. It was obvious that the muscle had been abused; all across his ass his skin was flushed a bright, hot red, that evenly faded into the dark, bloody-looking red of his guts. The man's thighs twitched and trembled as his distended, inverted asshole clenched over and over, slowly sucking his guts back into his body. They thick flesh slide over itself as it furled together and finally pulled back inside with a wet popping slurp. The ring of his asshole still gaped wide, the flesh there swollen grotesquely, forming huge fat wrinkles. They crinkled together unevenly as the overworked ring of muscle around his asshole clenched, trying to close. The gaping hole finally seamed closed, plant sap still oozing from the loose pucker, but the swell of swollen flesh itself jutted out from between his muscled ass cheeks, flushed and burning hot against Blank's palm. The man found his feet, some fraction of his weight settling on the ground, and that shifted his hips, forcing the swollen mound of flesh between his cheeks tight, the rolling crinkles sliding against each other as they jutted out beyond his tensed cheeks. His torso was still caught in the vines, and they rustled anxiously now that both of the huge, pulsating vines had been pulled out from him. Blank ground his cock against the man's thigh, rutting against him mindlessly as he tugged at the brambles wrapped around his arms, scratching them both quite a lot and coming once in a sudden, messy rush across the man's hip before he managed to get him free. He pulled the man a single staggering step forward before he toppled over, and it took minutes to pull him up and have them both sling one of the man's arms over their shoulders and half-drag him away from the writhing nest of vines. They made it about ten paces before their stuttering steps stopped altogether. Blank fell to his knees to suck the man's huge cock into his mouth, slurping and drooling as he lapped up the mess of sap and cum and slime coating it. Marcus let the man topple to his knees and knelt behind him, cock smearing against folds of the man's ass, green sap and gritty seeds slopping out aroun it as he thrust inside the meaty prolapse. He was so aroused his cock was a reddish-brown, throbbing angrily, and he shoved forward, wet squelches sounding between them as more sap spurt from the man's flooded ass around his pumping shaft, and came instantly: mixing his load with the gritty mess inside him, and briefly resting his spurting cock inside that cavernous ass before he started thrusting again, still on-edge, the orgasm granting him no relief. Blank swallowed and swallowed when the man came, his loads ridiculously heavy each time and if anything increasing in volume. The man lazily brought a hand down to rest on the back of his head, pushing him down on his cock until it sunk into the back of his throat, and then _Blank_ came explosively, without even touching his cock. Blank wasn't sure how long it took for them to pull apart, all streaked with sap and come, but it felt like hours. He'd lost all sense of time. The staggered to their feet, a mess of slime and drool and come and sap drooling down their bodies, stringing together in thick cords all between them. They staggered away, one of the man's sap-slick arms slung around each of their shoulders again, and then the man was awake and aware enough to shamble with them, his legs quaking and trembling with each step. They were all already grubby and covered in sap, plant matter smeared across their bodies. The path they took only lead one way, back to the burning wreck of the airship, They staggered towards the airship, still hard in their half-laced pants. Blank felt hot all over; he couldn't concentrate on the heavy weight of the body slung over his shoulder, except for the feel of his arm against his shoulder and back, the muscle of his bicep sliding across the back of his neck, both of them sweating so much the movement was actually slippery. His fingers twitched as he and Marcus dragged him forward, his breath huffing as he stumbled over rocks and roots. The clench of his fingers sliding across his side made his cock pulse harder; he just wanted to drop the man and let him jerk him off, those huge hands curling around his aching shaft. The breeze was so faint as to be almost nonexistent, but he could still feel every curl and eddy across his skin, slicing along the grooves in his skin and trailing across his bare, sweaty back. He was so hard it _hurt_, and the hot burn of arousal was starting to be tamped by the awkward, ungainly pain of walking around with a full erection in clothes that were neither tight enough or loose enough. They hadn't even made it over the single crested hill that lay between where they found the man and the burning wreck of their airship and already Blank wanted to do nothing but throw himself on Marcus and the man and fuck again. [ eventually they get back to the airship wreck and there's a big orgy. LETS GRAPH THIS OUT: amarant is left like, tied up in one of the bedrooms, and ruby comes in and they fuck (even though she shouldn't be there at all because she got left in alexandria!) with like a generic porn progression of amarant giving her head, followed by fucking, followed by sucking him off. MEANWHILE blank and marcus have been dosed up with plant aphrodisiacs and they kind of stumble around having sex with each other in the corridors. eventually they have a threesome with ruby? anyway further on zenero and benero double-team amarant, followed by some dp ] Amarant shuddered, arching up against his loose bonds as Zeniro pushed into his sloppy ass, come and sap oozing out as his thick cock shoved inside. He sunk all the way to his gargantuanly-oversized balls in a single smooth push, the thick sappy slurry welling up around his shaft and dripping to the ground, more following in a steady stream as he started fucking him, wet slurps sounding through the room. Benero grabbed the base of his cock and waved it in front of Amarant's bleary face, the tip dribbling precome all across his sweaty face. Amarant pressed his face along the cock, rubbing himself against it as Benero ground his hips back and forth, sandwiching Amarant's face between his hanging belly and his bloated balls, swollen and pushing up hugely between his thighs. Amarant slurped on the side of his shaft, licking and sucking on it until Benero pulled back and shoved his cock into Amarant's mouth. He gripped his tangled dreads and plunged his face down, not stopping until Amarant was choking and gagging on it with the entire length of his cock sheathed in his mouth, muscles spasming around the head lodged halfway down his throat. Amarant groaned as Benero dragged his head back, until the head of his cock pulled from the back of his throat. They both fucked him, thrusting into his open, sloppy holes, already dripping with sap and come. Amarant gagged and choked, sputtering between violent thrusts into his mouth. He coughed weakly, thick strings of phlegm coating Benero's cock as it pulled from his face, shimmering globs of liquid stringing across his soaked length, dripping down to the floor with a wet plop as he slammed his hips forward, dragging Amarant's head down until his head pressed against his belly, his oversized backed swinging forward with the inertia to smack loudly across his neck, again and again as Benero thrust into his gagging mouth. Zenero was equally rough, slamming down into Amarant's ass with his entire weight, come and sap constantly oozing out around the sloppy seal of his asshole, his skin swollen and bloated, his ass cheeks flushed red and bruised with the force of his thrusts. Still, though, Amarant raggedly rocked back into Zenero's thrusts as he was fucked down against the table, his own cock rock hard and slipping back and forth through a mess of his own come streaked across the tabletop. He was coming every few minutes, spraying a line or two of come across the tabletop as [the brothers] pounded his body. Benero was the first to come, his massive shaft spasming inside Amarant's mouth, Amarant gagging and coughing up thick globs of sap, and Benero grabbed the back and his head and pulled him all the way down, his cock swelling and exploding deep in his throat. Amarant choked around his cock, come spraying from his mouth as his throat clamped down around the fat, flared head of Benero's cock, gagging and drooling with sick wet noises as Benero sprayed his come down his throat, most of it drooling from his slack mouth or burning through his sinuses to drip out his nose. Zenero wasn't far behind, grabbing at the meaty flesh of Amarant's hips as he slammed into his gaping, squelching hole, a messy froth of come and sap splattering across his thighs with each forceful thrust. The fat crown of his cock flared even wider, tugging at the gaping-wide ring of Amarant's asshole and making it unfurl, shiny red flesh folding over itself as he fucked Amarant's guts out, forming a lumpy ring as he kept thrusting, slapping roughly against Amarant's spread cheeks, the gape of his ass slowly unfolding wider between them. He came with a grunt, not slowing at all, and he streaked Amarant's slick flesh with heavy stripes of come, coating his glossy internal skin with a fresh coat of come, just scumming over the heavy [ooze] of sap and milk and come already pumped inside him, more oozing out as his ass kept prolapsing as Zenero fucked him, squelching wetter and more obscene, thick clumpy liquid plopping out of his gaping asshole as Zenero slammed his bloated cock back and forth, churning him up further, spraying all across the inside of his ass, his come flooding out in a thinner trickle over top the heavy discharge slowly oozing from him. Zenero pulled out, spraying the rest of his load in powerful blasts over Amarant's sweaty back, coating his skin. Benero pulled out from Amarant's mouth, letting him suck in wet, ragged breaths, still coughing and drooling as Benero's cock let out its final spurts over his cheeks and hair. [ ... basically the point is you want a CLIMACTIC ORGY where baku fucks amarant and then amarant fucks baku, with like amarant sprawled out on a table with his legs up in the air and baku just climbs on and then everyone else fucks baku or amarant while they make out and jerk each other off and eventually baku fists amarant with both arms :( ] Amarant shoved himself back, spearing himself on Baku's grotesquely-thick shaft. He let out a little moan as it sunk into him, the stubby length nevertheless pulling the sore, stretched muscle of his asshole wide open, greasy folds of wrinkled skin unfurling as Baku sunk inside him. [...] Baku shoved Amarant forward, knocking him to all fours. A flood of come poured out of him, his ass gaping so wide his inner flesh started to slowly slide out, opening into a bloated, uneven pillar. It was completely coated in sap and come, many opaque layers of it covering the violent red of his guts. His thighs trembled, the massive muscles spasming and twitching as come and sap sluiced in thick layers down his body, spilling between his thighs and rolling over his dripping, erect cock, the heavy liquid splattering into the pool beneath. Baku snorted and reached for his cock, tugging it to let loose a final hose of come, spraying wide stripes across Amarant's back, aiming the final spurts at Amarant's gaping ass, hosing down his prolapsed guts. He released his cock and reached up, following the thick cords of come still running from his cockhead up to Amarant's back. He touched the muscled swell of his ass with his stumpy fingers, pushing and prodding as his muscle, slowly feeling across his destroyed ass, down as his skin got more pliant, stretchier, becoming the rubbery feel of internals. He cupped Amarant's bloated guts in one hand and pushed them back inside, his own hand sinking into Amarant's spread and gaping asshole without the slightest catch of his abused flesh. Baku unclenched his fist and simply leaned forward, sinking his hand deeper. Amarant's ass slopped wider, come spurting out as his forearm sunk into him. His asshole was stretchy and relaxed, the immensely-thick muscle easily opening for Baku's forearm. His skin was engorged with blood, bloated and thickly wrinkled, and even the thickest part of Baku's forearm slopped inside him without pulling his gaping ring tight. The crook of his elbow hit between Amarant's widely-spread ass cheeks and Amarant just moaned and toppled back, bearing all his weight down on Baku's arm inside him. His ass twitched and stretched, gaping even wider as it pulled up, distending into an open oval with Baku's arm along the upper seam, a mess of sap-threaded come flooding out of him as he shook and writhed on Baku's arm. Amarant's entire body tensed, his ass slurping and sliding along Baku's forearm with wet snaps and gurgles. He came with barely a sound, just a long exhale as he threw his head back, matted dreads clumped across his shoulders and back as he shot a lance of come straight off his cock, arcing in the air and hitting the deck with an inaudible slap, drowned out by the wet squish of his asshole working around Baku's arm. Eventually he sunk back, his body coming to rest sprawled practically on top of Baku, his cock dripping out the dregs of his latest orgasm across his belly, the fan of reddish hair there already smeared and wetly dark. Baku snorted, shifting his weight as Amarant's much taller body sagged against him, most of his weight still held up by his arm sunk halfway up his ass, all his muscles weakly clutching around the massive protrusion inside him. He shoved Amarant back forward, and the man just sprawled out bonelessly across the table on his stomach. His hips canted back, unable to lie flat with Baku's fist still shoved deep inside him. As he settled, Baku moved his hands around, clenching and unclenching his fist as he twisted his forearm around slowly. Amarant's breath caught, a tired moan escaping from his mouth as Baku started working his arm back and forth inside him. He moved with a slow roll at first, gradually gaining speed until he was pistoning his arm back and forth, his elbow smacking against Amarant's muscled cheeks, sloppy and coated with come, with each thrust. Baku took a half-step back, bracing himself as he pulled back and punched forward, sinking his elbow inside Amarant's ass with the same ease as the rest of his arm. He shoved forward, flexing his bicep, but even the oversized swell of muscle sunk easily into Amarant's asshole. His skin was still wrinkled, in huge puffy folds, burning hot to the touch, even hotter than the inside of his body. Baku bored his arm deeper, the passageway from his ass into his colon a tiny bump, the tube already spread wide by everything else that had been up inside him already. He just shoved deeper, until his shoulder slammed against Amarant's asshole, his entire arm shoved inside. Even then he could have fit more; Amarant's ass spasmed and flexed, the massive muscle strong enough it could probably trap his arm inside if he clenched down, but instead it unfurled wider and wider until his guts spilled out around his shoulder, the wet, come-soaked flesh slopping over the ridge of his shoulder and bunching along his underarm. For his part, Amarant just groaned, his body jerking with movements that could have been voluntary or just random muscles firing. Whatever the result, he twitched around Baku's arm, his guts shifting and clenching against the length of his arm, sucking against his fist, shoved halfway up his chest. Baku grinned, his [pug?] mouth splitting as he shifted his arm around inside Amarant. The swell of his arm was visible through Amarant's stomach as a broad bulge, and as Baku moved his arm his stomach rippled and twitched, Amarant's abused muscles clenching and relaxing, stretched and torn. His asshole flexed weakly around Baku's shoulder, slurping and oozing sap and come down across his side. Baku lifted up his _other_ arm and pushed it against Amarant's gaping asshole. _That_ was a tight fit, not because of his asshole, but because even with his outstandingly strong and flexible asshole there was only so much room in his pelvis. The abused meat of his asshole ground against the bones of his pelvis, catching and sliding as Baku slowly pushed forward. His wrist pushed past the narrow oval of his [pelvic girdle] and into his stomach cavity, into the base of his colon, and then just for kicks he spread his arms as wide as they could go. Amarant's asshole unfurled, the slabs of wrinkled flesh drawing tight as his asshole gaped open, the thick layer of clotted sap and come stretching out into thick webbed tendrils hanging from the flushed rim of his ass. The inside of his ass was still flooded with sap even after everything he'd been though, thick tendrils of come sluggishly pouring out and splattering on the tabletop. His guts were blood-red, and flushed darkly. As Baku spread his arms they slipped downwards, slowly inverting his asshole as more and more poured out of him, bright red meat crinkling up around Baku's arms, veined in gummy clots of green and white. Baku shoved his arm forward, sinking it to the elbow with a wet gush of sap, and then he worked his arms back and forth, putting his entire body weight and all his muscle behind the movements as he punched into Amarant, shoving his body back and lifting him off the table as Baku's fists slammed against his insides, forming huge bulges across his stomach that flatten when Baku pulled back, fresh blue-purple bruises already forming across his stomach as Baku pistoned his arms back and forth. His arms made obscene wet slopping noises as he moved, thick strings of fluid slopping down his arms and pouring from Amarant's gaping ass, splattering across Baku's chest and pouring to the ruined deck. Baku pulled back and then shoved both arms forward, a gush of sap overflowing out of Amarant's ass as he pushed forward and forward, until he had the twin swells of his biceps sunk inside Amarant. Amarant let out a sobbing cry, his cock rock hard and flushed, and came again and again as Baku twisted his arms around inside of him, slamming his hands against each other inside his stretched-out, over-filled intestines. Amarant was actually sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he came, his cock shooting off in thick bursts that sprayed across his bruised stomach and chest, over his shoulder to pelt against the wall, forming a thick stripe of come as he just kept coming, his balls pulled up so tightly that they popped back inside his body, leaving his sack deflated as it flattened against the base of his immense, throbbing cock, come shooting out in uneven burbles and streaking down his shaft, pooling across his stomach and streaming to both sides. Baku bore down on him, forcing his arms deeper fraction by fraction, twisting his arms to align them in front of him as he sunk his biceps further inside, the gaping spill of Amarant's guts creeping further up his arms, a blood-red fan of flesh across his arms, reaching almost from shoulder to shoulder as Amarant's body shuddered and spasmed from his orgasm. Amarant finally went limp, even the wet sucking of his guts across Baku's biceps stopping as he sprawled back against the table. Baku laughed, the air blowing over the stretched, unfurled skin of Amarant's asshole, and it puckered slightly, clenching together, the matted hair circling his ruined hole pricking up in goosebumps as Baku's breath blew across it. Baku slowly tugged his arms back, his arms caught somewhere inside Amarant's guts, and rather than pull out Amarant's guts came with his hands, visibly deflating Amarant's stomach as the sick, wet roll of his guts spilled out of his broken ass, flattening in coils along the surface of the table. This far inside him the sap was still copious, and it spilled out of the uneven hole that had been his ass, his guts forming a lumpy, uneven pillar that spilled from the crater of his half-inverted ass. Amarant's cock was still spasming, coming in long strings of come all across his chest, but they ebbed slowly, spurting a mess across his stomach, his come dribbling down his shaft and further flattening his matted pubes. His balls descended in two spasms, even unconscious his body jerking as they popped back down into his tight sack. Baku grabbed a fistful of his guts, the surface — inverted interior — of them covered in globs of sap and seeds, gritty under his hand. Amarant's body jerked reflexively, his legs kicking out as Baku shoved his fist back into the red opening between his legs, a fistful of guts sliding back inside him. Baku pulled back out and did it again, shoving Amarant's intestines back inside him, the coils of swollen red tube barely seeming to fit, even with his obscenely-open ass. Baku pushed his fist deeper inside, shoving the lumpy half-prolapsed swell of his colon back into his ass, and then pushing the tangled swell of guts deeper inside until they were back above his colon, still in a tangled weave. He turned to the side, arm still holding Amarant's guts inside him. Even [right-side-out] it was hard to identify it as a body part belonging to a human; his flesh was bloated and wrinkled in massive, shifting slabs, the pucker of his ass all but lost in the folds of his engorged asshole. [...] Amarant's cock was swollen enormously, ragged red stretch marks like stripes over his shaft. The vein along his length was protruding enormously, a fat oval bulging out from his skin, and it was covered in a web of finer veins. His heavy foreskin looked almost torn, no longer loose folds of skin below his cockhead so much as a tight [girdle/noose/ugh needs better word here] just below his cockhead, making the tip seem even larger. The skin across his thighs and ass was flushed bright red, and so hot it felt almost burnt, the heat all concentrated on his hugely inflamed genitals. His ballsac was pulled tight, covered in the same stretch marks, and it bulged with internal tubing, all swollen enormously, his balls themselves burning hot against his body, swollen into massive lumps, like oblong grapefruit. Amarant whimpered and gasped, twisting his arms against the bedsheets tying him to the frame as his cock twitched and pulsed, precome drooling constantly down his cock. His cock gaped open, the slit at the tip a constant wide oval, thick, clearish precome constantly pouring out, spurting in low splashes with each shuddering tremor from his cock, wracking his entire body. His cock shuddered and twitched again before it went tense, the entire thing bulging even larger as he came. He came in a single continuous burst, spraying out a thick torrent of come all across his chest and face, just adding to the slick mess already there. From the slime all over his body and the saturated bedsheets, he'd been coming like this for quite some time, and even so his load kept coming and coming, his entire body shuddering and lurching as his cock spit bolts of come in lines over his face and chest, pulsing over and over, continuing long beyond anything Marcus had seen in his entire life. Amarant kept whimpering as he came, his voice rough and hoarse, come drooling over his lips and into his open mouth. His chest was covered in a fresh coat of come, trails of it slopping over his sides, drooling down to his stomach and over his hips. Finally his ejaculation stopped, with a final few oozing spurts down his oversized cock. His cock softened, coming to rest against his come-soaked stomach, the slightest bit of its flush fading, and Amarant groaned again, humping up against the air, sliding his softening cock against his body, tugging even more fiercely against the sheet tied around his forearms. Marcus figured this was the time to step forward [...] Amarant lifted one arm up and tried to roll over. He had to brace his arm and push himself over, flopping onto his back like a beached fish, his arms trembling and unable to hold his weight. He was a little more smeared with come than sap, thick globs of both across his body, a wet swell across his neck, crusted over his face, matting his hair together. But what Baku was interested in was set lower. His chest was a dark swirl of hair, all matted down over his skin, spreading down over his stomach to his pubes, which were soaking wet, so coated in fluid that they just crunched against his body, making his erect cock look even bigger. It was absurdly huge, so big it couldn't get fully hard, his flesh flushed red and seamed with stretch marks. It was longer than Zenero or Benero — close to being longer than both of them _together_ — and thicker even than his own cock. It was monstrous, like a literal third leg on his crotch, so heavy and engorged it just lay flat on the table, the bloated, fist-sized head slowly oozing greenish sap. It was flushed and pulsing with Amarant's heartbeat, like he'd been on the edge for hours even though it was still coated and dripping from when he'd last come, just minutes ago. Baku clamored up onto the table top, sitting astride Amarant's thighs for a brief moment before he eased forward and sat on his cock, the bloated head sliding over the wrinkled skin of his ass as it slowly pushed inside. Amarant groaned, his hips jerking up spasmodically as he came again, his green-tinged come overflowing Baku's ass and oozing out as Baku adjusted himself on top. Baku grinned down at Amarant and pressed his hands down across his chest, bracing himself as he pushed himself up and sat down, slamming almost the entire length of Amarant's cock into him, his entire body shuddering as the mammoth length bottomed out inside him.