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Mandrake looks down at him.

“You have cost me many soldiers. You have cost me my son. And here I have you caught in a web, like a bug.”

The web behind him dissolves as a kick to the back boots him face down onto it.

“How fitting then, that you will be the one to give me new ones. “

The first thing Ronin feels is the absence of armor as it rots and falls away.

The second is the presence of teeth inside his flesh. He keeps his mouth shut.


Third is the fear, as his struggles to get out push him further into the stickiness of the web, trapping him further.

“You taste delicious. Our brood will be well fed.”

Then instead of absence there is weight, as his captors body presses him further into the web.

Nails tear into the flesh, before hands roam his body. The hands are pleasant in contrast to the pain of the teeth.

He is shaking.

He is pierced, pinned underneath the weight of his captors, who continues to move deeper into his unwilling body. He cries out.

Hands move further below, a pleasure amidst all the pain, and pushes into them. Ronin hates himself for leaning into the pleasure.

Heat fills his body, moving about inside of him, each spark seeming to travel to a new place, instead of staying in one place.

Then the hands focus more on him.

Ronin finds his body pushing up and into Mandrake, the pleasure and pain so entwined that when his body is entered again, the entrance slicked with blood, he arches into Mandrake, pushing him into Ronin. He isn't sure if it is a pleasure or pain response that has him whimper.

He feels chuckling against his neck, then pain of teeth, before pleasure again, and he comes around the invader in his body, as he pushes in deeper.

He is crying as the heat tears through him.

Is this the fate he left his friend to? Filled with birth that will destroy him? A monstrous life built in the decay of life?

Mandrake continues to fill him, long after he has become too exhausted to struggle, laying captive in the web as his body swells with bugs who will consume him from within. He doesn't know how long he lays there, before the king is called away.

He has to get out.

Has to save the future of the forest before he dies, at the least.