tofi's trail

Ieremahel flits against the glass bowl, tries to measure the distance between the window and their cage. On the opposite side of the glass, there is a warped face, a human staring at them as they try to find a way to flee.

They got caught by children some hours prior, and excitedly, they had brought Ieremahel with them. They had almost suffocated in the plastic bucket, and probably would have, if the children hadn't carried them so roughly. The bumps had thrown Ieremahel against the plastic, and had left their body bruised. Now, it's evening, and the children have fallen asleep.

But an adult still lingers, watching Ieremahel with unnerving fascination.

Even more unnerving it becomes, as the human stands, its face towering beyond the rippling water surface. It shifts, and something fat and slug-like falls into the bowl. It's attached to the human, and when Ieremahel watches the human take the slug in hand to stroke it, just above the surface, they feel disgust as they realise that it's the human's cock.

The human touch itself, and faintly, Ieremahel can hear it moan. Its eyes are locked on Ieremahel's tiny form, and it's a lusty hunger that Ieremahel thinks that they see on the human's face. The human quickly spends itself in the glass bowl, and Ieremahel sees the sperm swim in the water, sinking and swimming in their direction. They try to dodge, but a few of the sperm reach them, and Ieremahel squeals in discomfort as they're penetrated.

The human stares with fascination and arousal at Ieremahel, and as Ieremahel sinks to the bottom of the bowl, they glare at the human.

It's the first time the human tries to impregnate Ieremahel, but it's far from the last.

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