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Seems like someone slithered into the wrong hole, and some-"thing" into the right one.
A mindless beast? Almost surely.
In heat? Without a doubt.
A pulse to be found? Indeed. Pumping boiling hot blood through its disgustingly large member, invading the deepest darkest places of this wayward soul.
Shooting its fetid, rotten, seed into his innards. Claiming him. Marking him. Ruining him.
Time moves slow when half of your digestive system becomes the temporary home for some brutish creature's reproductive organs but...
It must have taken hours for him... or "it," rather... to finish with its first load. The first of many, many more.