Red Sea

Jake had never been one to indulge in self-pleasure often, but he rejected the pleasure that made him lose control while mingling with the alien. To be precise, he felt fear from the sensations he had never experienced before, which dominated his body and elicited unintended reactions. Thus, Jake was not only unable to control his sexual desire but was also denying it.

“Ha, hhh… huff, ha….”

He rubbed his lower body against the fine sandy ground. The sensation of the sand, which clung to his skin but sank deeply under his weight while absorbing bodily fluids, was the worst. He would rather rub his genitals against something harder and smoother.

For instance, the belly or thigh of that wretched alien.

Jake crawled across the sandy beach with a dazed expression, consumed by heat. Near the spring, there were smooth rocks worn down by the flow of water. Unlike the warm, dry sand, they were damp and cold, but it was not the time to be picky. Captivated by the thought of cooling his heat, he rubbed his erection against the rock. The more he did so, the harder it became, swelling to the point where it could not be subdued without release. Grasping it desperately with his hand only made his body suffer more.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Jake braced himself against the rock with one hand and spread his legs with a contorted face. He had already noticed the source of the itch and heat. He was simply in denial about it. Unable to ignore the impulse to poke a hole any longer, he brought his fingers close. His heart raced heavily, and his mouth went dry, as if he were secretly doing something he shouldn’t.

“Haah…”

He had never even attempted to insert his fingers to scrape out fluids while washing his body. The very act of inserting his fingers into a hole, let alone putting something inside, filled him with strong aversion. However, the thirst was intense enough to make him disregard such personal dislikes.

Soft, thin mucous membranes touched the tips of his fingers. As his body temperature made contact with the place pleading for satisfaction, a sensation akin to convulsions followed. The warmth only intensified the itch. He could no longer leave the lewd hole alone. Unable to resist his desire, Jake excitedly shoved two fingers into the quivering hole. The fluid secreted from the egg sac coated his fingers slickly.

“Ha, haah… ha…”

He had believed that if he engaged in this forbidden act, something would weigh on his heart, even if he didn’t receive a reprimand from someone. That belief shattered as his fingers gradually pushed deeper inside. The wet, sticky place eagerly sucked his fingers in, clinging to them as if it had been waiting.

Inserting his fingers didn’t change anything. It barely provided any sensation of foreignness, nor did it give him a strong enough pleasure to feel guilty. It was merely that his thin, short fingers, compared to a giant’s, were buried inside without even reaching the vicinity of the egg sac; that was all.

Only then did Jake realize what he had been deprived of.

The release of sexual desire.

Jake recognized that something was severely wrong with his current state. He felt as tortured and on edge as when he had endured a long period of rationing with only a pea-sized amount of food or when he had gone days without sleep, standing on guard. He tried to soothe the source of his discomfort by stirring inside with his fingers, but it was futile.

“Ah… damn it, ugh…”

The hand bracing against the cold rock became stained with heat. His whole body was flushed. Jake sat on the rock, spreading his legs and increasing the number of fingers to soothe his lust. The more impatient he became and the more hastily he moved, the greater his dissatisfaction grew as he failed to reach the desired spot. With his remaining hand, he rubbed his genitals, but even that was unsatisfactory, and he groaned in frustration.

Damn it, why did I even touch my body?

If he had continued to hold back, could he have somehow overcome the impulse? The hole that had tasted warmth incessantly bit at his fingers, demanding more. Now that he couldn’t stop, Jake had to forcibly soothe his body.

What did that thing do?

The hand that had been gripping and shaking his genitals next moved to his chest. His hand gradually mimicked what Kashan had done unconsciously. For the first time, he missed the rough grip that squeezed his chest while emitting warm heat from behind. It became clear that he was now feeling something in his chest as well. As he felt sexual pleasure and his body excited, he subconsciously hoped to be touched there. It was embarrassing to admit that he wished for his chest to be massaged, but as if indifferent to his owner’s shame, his hand hurried to explore that area.

As he squeezed and kneaded the muscular chest, a tingling sensation spread from the surface of his skin to the inside. It was a subtly painful yet pleasurable sensation, like when massaging a tense spot. Jake sighed softly as he caressed both his chest and hole simultaneously. Knowing that self-pleasure alone was insufficient, he couldn’t help but continue moving his hands.

“Haah… huff… ugh… ugh…”

His fingers provided no satisfaction, only heightening his excitement, and sounds of distress escaped his lips involuntarily. Unbeknownst to him, he was thrusting his hips and rubbing against the rock, revealing his desperation with his entire body.

He felt like he was going to go mad from wanting sex. He wanted to shove anything inside him and thrust. He believed that anything would be better than his fingers.

As he cried out inwardly for sex, the image that came to mind was that of the monster’s writhing, sinewy appendage. In a state of being a slave to his instincts, his unfiltered imagination conjured only a giant with six arms. He had never been with a man before, and now he had truly reached a point where he could no longer even think of being with a human.

“Ha… hha…”

Eventually, Jake stopped his actions, exhausted. He had run out of patience to endure the agony of not reaching climax. His heart, which had been racing rapidly, continued to swirl in his mind, refusing to settle. The heat did not subside; instead, it continued to swirl inside, urging his body. Jake lay curled up on the now lukewarm rock, colored by his body heat, and sighed, trying to calm his stomach. Even the slightest vibration along his body made his insides tingle.

“Haah… haah…”

Unable to do anything about the desire emanating from within, he gasped for breath. He genuinely regretted impulsively descending into the abyss.

Why did I act so foolishly?

Even as he felt self-loathing, prodding his body with his hands brought no satisfaction. He could only toss and turn, struggling to soothe the writhing egg sac inside him, blaming himself for not having refrained.

Jake slowly closed and opened his eyes. The long shadow of the cliff came into view. Night would soon fall. The thought of becoming even more excited in the darkness where nothing could be seen made his mind dizzy. He feared the darkness that would truly envelop his body. Imagining a future where he would struggle alone, yearning for warmth in the cold, made his throat dry.

Please, anyone will do.

Jake acknowledged his defeat, feeling the full effect of punishment. He felt foolish for even briefly considering escape. It was clear that with this body, he could never leave this place and find happiness. The moment he recalled that only Kashan could relieve this desire, he felt himself becoming intensely subordinate to him.

Whether he wanted it or not, realizing that he could not escape from him made him feel suffocated. His mind became a chaotic mess, entangled with the desire to submit to him and flirt to get what he wanted, and the disgust he felt towards himself for having such fantasies.

Even amidst this turmoil, his body continued to send signals. His lower abdomen throbbed. The subtle pain was the first sign, like when he pressed on a tense spot with his fingers. And the line between pain and pleasure was so thin that soon it developed into a strange pleasure that spread throughout his body. However, that subtle itch was just the beginning. The more he felt, the thirstier his body became, and Jake genuinely thought that if he could just soothe this carnal desire, he would do anything, wiping his face.

After succumbing to the fear of violence, he found himself yielding to sexual impulses for the second time. He had looked down on the alien as primitive, but it was the weak human who was dominated solely by instinct and impulse. He silently prayed to be freed from this state, willing to bear any eggs or whatever it took, and clenched his teeth hard enough to give him a headache. Just like that, he was suddenly engulfed by irrational impulses and despair, and now he was struggling under the weight of lust. He tossed and turned, gripping the sand beneath him dozens of times, leaving a chaotic mess around where he lay.

The furrowed brow and deeply etched lines on his forehead showed how much he was suffering. He lay on the ground like an injured soldier, rubbing his lower abdomen with his hand as he caught his breath. With each breath, his chest rose, and the dog tag around his neck swayed slightly. The faded piece of metal, which could no longer serve its purpose, resembled Jake’s predicament. He had never felt such a heavy emptiness in time before. Tears welled up in his sea-colored eyes, now clouded with pleasure. Jake blinked slowly, praying for this time to pass quickly.

*

It had been two hours of staring into the black void. He wasn’t forcing himself to stay awake, waiting for the creature. He simply couldn’t sleep. Perhaps his body had finally grown tired; he had managed to doze off briefly when the boiling desire had subsided. However, when the heat surged again, Jake woke up, suppressing the urge to cry out loud as he turned over.

In fact, the brief calm of his body brought greater pain. The moment he regained his senses, the exhausted man surrendered and let everything go. Instead of feeling self-loathing for having poked his own hole in a frenzy of lust, he despaired at the reality that he could not reach the desired sensation through such means. There was no sign of improvement. The only way was to accept the alien’s massive form into his body.

Jake was on the verge of collapse. With the harsh circumstances intertwining with his frustration, it was hard to maintain his sanity. He needed him.

Kashan.

Having failed to satisfy his desires, the overly sensitive human spent the night wide awake, waiting for the giant. He would come down to bring food before dawn. When that moment came, he was determined to settle things with him. He didn’t intend to resolve it through conversation; he planned to mingle his body with the creature. The fact that he was desperate for sex with the monster no longer felt shameful or disgusting; he simply craved that act. Jake was half out of his mind, filled with lewd fantasies.

“…….”

He heard a rhythmic thumping sound from afar. Jake sat up abruptly. He stiffened, facing the entrance to the tunnel, concentrating his senses. Hearing the giant land heavily on the sandy ground as it descended the cliff, Jake listened intently for the invisible presence. It was certain that it had arrived, but everything around him was dark. To find it in the dark clearing, he first needed to locate its only source of light, his heart.

Jake moved toward the direction of the sound without hesitation. The soft sand cushioned his steps, muffling any sound. However, Thermo immediately sensed something approaching and turned its body. Jake found himself face to face with the glowing red core, his eyes wide with surprise. 

[Were you awake?]