The grotesque hatchlings snapped hungrily at his exposed knob.
With extended, clumsy feelers they reached for his rigid penis. They came close, occasionally smacking it lubberly, but never quite succeeding in grabbing the hefty organ, and ultimately drawing it into their horrible, gaping maws.
Locus strained against his fleshy bonds. Beneath his beefy breast, his heart pounded like a runaway locomotive. Slick with rain and sweat though he was, the helpless Sektan could do nothing to wriggle free of the foul creature's unfathomably robust grip.
Was the mother creature toying with him? It certainly felt that way.
It dangled him just beyond the newborn's ravenous appetence, as if it were trying to drive Locus utterly mad with fear before allowing it's spawn to feast upon him.
Though gripped in panic, Locus found his mind homing in on something he'd learned at school as a child: some creatures liked to toy with their prey because the adrenaline brought on by fear could sweeten the meat.
Locus yelped in pain!
A coarse, sharp beak scraped at the delicate flesh of his his swollen glans. He squirmed, and his manhood jounced out of harms way. This was much too close. For the first time in his life, he found himself wishing he were not quite so well endowed.
The horrible bird-creatures were getting closer, and for them, it would soon be dinner time.
LINES: Fillion
COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion
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