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All he had to do was surrender, to accept the fate that he himself had forced himself to endure. If he was too big, all he had to do was let what little masculinity he had dripped from his worthless excuse of a cock. It was easy to understand. The kobold no longer felt the need to struggle; What use was it? He was already an embarrassment, and pathetic excuse of man. One who willingly surrendered what made him one. Why stop what was inevitable, why not just roll over, raise that tail. Spread those lovely ample cheeks and let whatever was using him enjoy itself. Afterall, this is all he was good for now, this was all he could do. Consumed by bliss, he didn't notice himself spreading his ass wider to accommodate a guest inside him. He didn't feel the tentacle pushing out his throat. Firing its own superior fluids upon the wizard’s spellbook. Staining and tainting the very last of hispride. Leaving nothing behind but a splattered mess of eldritch juices that would dilute the ink. Taint the paper and leave behind just a soggy glop of paper mixed with expelled eldritch fluids.
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