The dark blue liquid creeps across his body like a hungry cat. As it almost covering whole body, the blackish pool from which the liquid emerges starts to part, as layers and layers of symbiotic ooze peeling away like a grotesque flower to reveal a living darkness, still existing the dawn of antiquity, and that darkness has a face.

“Wouldst thou like to live like a king”, the thing in the darkness speaks, its low and baritone voice ringing across the ruins, “To be worshiped, bathed in the praise of thine subjects?”. The face starts to elongate to get closer its future host as dark words and seduction continues to pour from its sweet throat, “Become one with me, and I shall give you the world to play with”.

“First, can you...turn into a hairless monkey’s cock, and destroy my ass?”, the knight speaks for the first time after being caught by the symbiote.

“Wh...eh???”, The darkness expects an obedient answer, not....whatever this is. What in klyntar name is a cock? And hairless monkey, does he mean...human? Why would they, a god among the symbiote, want to crawl up the hole in which fleshbag like him expels their trash?! Absolutely inconceivable! Utterly Unacceptable!

“Big dick or small dick?”, there is an answer echoing through the stone hall, but it comes from the symbiote rather than the knight. A swirling storm of confusion swells beneath the klyntar’s slimeflesh as voices starts to come out of its jaws uncontrollably, I am not turn on, I am not turn on, I am not tur...“I can produce semen too if you are into that”. The darkness can not understand what is happening with them, this is the first time they have experience this....emotion.