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The laughter of Wukong’s long-term stalker had sent slight shivers down his spine. Out of pure instinct, he tensed his body as he searched for the first instance of an enemy to retaliate against. But, Wukong was weak from the fight with Nezha that he had only a few moments ago. So, when Macaque came at him in a blur of dark purples, Monkey King was completely blindsided by the strength of the other monkey.
Everything moved too fast, everything around them swirling around as Wukong attempted to fight back against the darker-furred male. When it all came to a stand-still, Monkey King was staring straight into the glowing eyes of the creature that was fueled with obsession over the great sage.
“Looking a little banged up there, Monkey King. Maybe even..weak. “ Macaque laughed, eyes glinting in delight.
“Hey, let Monkey King go!” A voice shouted, easing the king a little.
The six-eared male let out a small growl, as Wukong was pulled from the ground and immediately thrown across the aircraft. Monkey King skidded back, still on his feet. He watched Macaque approach his student with wide eyes but, before he could do anything, a flurry of dark clones had sprouted up from underneath him. Wukong looked up at the new threat before he was pinned onto the ground by the multitude of imposters.
He let out a groan in pain as his chin hit the ground. With how weak he was, he could feel a lot more than he normally should. Wukong looked towards MK, eyes a little wide as he realized his own helplessness in this situation. His student had been thrown through the door of the cockpit, knocking into the dragon girl. Instantly, he noticed that neither of them were moving, striking fear into the immortal.
“Kid!” Wukong shouted out, extending out an arm just for it to be pinned down by one of the smiling clones.
“Aw, can’t really do anything like this, can you, Monkey King?” Macaque sneered, slipping into the ground to move quickly towards his powerful obsession that was currently being helplessly held down.
Wukong followed the dark shadows with his eyes before it moved behind himself. Then, he felt new weight be pressed against his back. Gritting his teeth, Monkey King tried to find the strength to flip himself over but with every ounce of effort he put into it, the more pain he felt. His injuries needed healing, and in doing that, it was sapping away every last little bit of his strength.
“You know, you gotta hand it to Nezha, he’s been getting a lot stronger than we thought if he could take you down.” Macaque snickered as he dragged his palm underneath Wukong’s shirt and dragged it against his spine.
“He didn’t! It was his stupid little seal that did all this! Ow ow-!” The ginger-furred monkey winced as he tried to free himself again from the many hands that held his limbs down.
“You really don’t know how much I’m going to enjoy this. I’ve been waiting so long for a chance like this. For you to be so weak, that not even your glamour can hold up.” Macaque’s voice was laced with this possessiveness that unsettled Wukong beyond belief, it had been one of the reasons why he killed this monkey in the first place.
“What the hell do you think you’re..?“ The king questioned as he felt the hands grip onto the hem of his pants. “You so much as touch me anymore than this, I’ll-“
“You’ll what?? You hardly have any powers left!” Macaque laughed as he slipped down Wukong’s pants while some of the clones worked to pull the shirt up.
The monkey could feel the cold hard metal press against his torso, squishing his plush chest that usually was either glamoured away or held down by his armor. He hated the way it felt in any aspect, but he didn’t have the strength to reapply his transformation magic. Wukong felt two fingers press against his slit, his scowl deepening.
“I finally get to see more than anyone else has.” Macaque whispered to himself before speaking against the king’s ear. “I get to make you mine. Fuck, you know how much that turns me on? Doesn’t look like you share the same sentiment…”
“Shut up, shut up!” Wukong shouted, watching the monkey retreat before his eyes went wide as something warm and slick pressed against his folds.
The sage would’ve used his tail just to choke Macaque out if it weren’t for the fact some clone had taken ahold of it and lifted it up to make him present his areas to this crazed monkey. Wukong clawed at the hard floor underneath himself as he felt the vibrations of Macaque’s delighted hums press against his sex. Two fingers held the king’s folds open as repeated licks had assaulted his untouched body. Wukong grit his teeth, eyes softening from the new sensation despite his constant attempts to pull away. Each time he’d manage to move an inch away from Macaque, the demon moved forward to bury his face once more into his folds.
“Mm…that’s it, Monkey King. Open up for me..” The dark-furred monkey mumbled out.
“Stop talking!” Wukong snapped out, still just as feisty despite the festering sensation of warmth starting to bloom in ways he couldn’t even imagine before.
Normally, he’d fight a lot more than this but, his body was as weak as it had been before he’d ever left Flower-Fruit mountain all of those centuries ago in his youth. His muscles twitched as he stubbornly attempted to fight back but, once Macaque began to suck at his clit. All of those sensations had sent his exhausted body into opening up further for this demon.
“You taste a lot sweeter than expected.” Macaque mumbled out. “Fuck, Wukong.”
The King gasped as the other’s movements only got faster. The constant licking and sucking felt so much better than before. Wukong stared straight ahead, too stubborn to call out for help and too weak to just kick Macaque off of himself. The dark-furred monkey continuously buried his face into his slick folds like he was starved. The longer this went, the messier Wukong’s folds became. In fact, it gently throbbed against the other’s tongue.
Monkey King gasped pathetically, the constant slick muscle wiggling into his body and on the most sensitive parts of himself making him moan. One of the clones gripped onto Wukong’s hair, gently tugging him so that he’d rest his cheek against the hard floor. His eyes further softened, his slit glistening with a mixture of his arousal and Macaque’s spit. His fur began to rise as the sucking became harder, focusing solely on the clit and humming against it.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” Wukong groaned out, his legs slowly drawing up before being pinned down again. “Stop, stop! Fuck- STOP IT!”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Centuries I’ve waited for this. Waited for you and this sweet cunt of yours.” Macaque grumbled out against the monkey’s folds before giving it another hearty suck against the clit. “Mm, and I’m finally making you cum.”
One of the clones fondled at his chest, cupping the plump mounds with a cruel chuckle. The sage grit his teeth, hatred bubbling up in his chest alongside the arousal he felt that constantly washed over his body in unwanted waves. He felt nails drag across his skin before the clone pinched both nipples between their fingers. Wukong felt a noticeable twitch against his sex and his lower body beginning to clench around nothing as if begging for something to penetrate it.
Calling for help wasn’t an option when he knew anyone around was those who were of lower strength but it this was too much. Wukong opened his mouth, just about ready to swallow his pride but the words died out in his throat as two of Macaque’s fingers dug into his hole. The digits curled against his sensitive walls in two harsh strokes. The orgasm overwhelmed Wukong’s senses and sent the monkey audibly moaning.
“There we go…ugh, your cunt is so needy..” Macaque said, pulling his fingers free. “Maybe it’s just ready to have a little something growing in it.”
Wukong, through the haze of his orgasm suddenly snapped back into consciousness when hearing such a threat. His struggling returned with a vigor but it was no use when all of the clones kept him down to be used by his stalker. Wukong let out grunts, hissing escaping him as he’d feebly claw at the metal flooring.
His body betrayed him. Those centuries of training and being one of the strongest there was had been for naught. The moment that Macaque’s tip even pressed against his twitching entrance, Wukong could feel his body tensed once more as if ready to use his own strength just for a quick thrust into his insides to shatter his determination entirely. The scream that left the monkey was loud, almost like a cry for help for any who would hear.
“Ohhh! That’s more fucking like it! Your body KNOWS it’s meant to be mine.” Macaque laughed, replacing the clones hand with his own and grabbing at the monkey’s tail and giving it a harsh tug as he’d grind his tip against Wukong’s cervix. “Right there…that’s where your womb is, right? Fuck, you’re going to look so good when you’re round with our kid.”
The great Sage felt the surge of strength leave him immediately despite the panic rushing through his mind. He had to escape and yet, his body was forcibly eased into this sensation, allowing himself to be thrusted into. The way Macaque’s cock dragged down his walls then pressed against the firm entrance to his womb was almost intoxicating when he had been so stressed the past few days. Wukong had been so focused on trying to be rid of the Lady Bone Demon that he hadn’t been taking care of himself. It had been the most stressed he’s been since the journey.
“Mmhh…hey bud, I hope you’re ok with losing your other eye after this-!” Wukong hissed out before a sharp cry of pleasure was forced from his lips as Macaque’s brutal thrusts only got worst.
“Oh yeah? Is that anyway to talk to your future HUSBAND?” The monkey sneered, the clones surrounding snickering to themselves. “Feel good, Monkey King? Your body’s shaking…”
The great Sage had become a completely vulgar display. His fur a mess, and his face soft with pleasure. He had been dripping wet from cumming just moments ago, so his walls were more than welcoming to his assaulter who rambled on and on about things that Wukong could care less about. His exhausted body let out the softest of whines while some of the clones still giggled to themselves.
“Aww, is the Monkey King giving up already?” Macaque sneered, shooing away the clone that held onto the monkey’s hair just so he could take a fistful of it for himself. “Feeling too good?”
“You’re soooo dead.” Wukong’s words were exasperated, eyes fixated on his student that was just a few feet away. “The kid’s going to get up and just-!“
“JUST WHAT?” Macaque laughed out, forcing his dick harder against the monkey’s cervix and as the clones started to get more agitated with their own need. “Your pathetic little student can’t do ANYTHING.”
Wukong groaned as the clone cupping his chest had began fondling more at the nipples, tugging at them. He heard light whispers be exchanged towards between each one of these imposters, every sentence further influencing the real dark-furred monkey to fuck harder into his body. Wukong grit his teeth, listening to the grunts overhead before his body was abruptly turned to the side.
“His tits would look pretty all full..” one of the clones murmured towards Macaque as their hand cupped Wukong’s flesh to give it a squeeze.
“Make for such a lovely wife this way..” another added as their face nuzzled against the king’s neck with their teeth bared into a smile.
“He’s weak…just like the good old days.” Whispered one last one as that sentence stirred something fierce in Macaque.
“Haha! They’re right, you know! You’re perfect like this!” The crazed monkey laughed, the clones joining in on the sound as he’d force his cock harder into the unwilling monkey.
Wukong loathed the amount of hands that held his body down, his tail being subjected to ‘playful’ tugs. The sloppy sounds of his folds being repeatedly fucked into was only creating this thick layer of tension amongst the clones. Macaque’s hands wrapped around one of his legs once his hair was released, lifting the limp limb up to drape it over his shoulder. With a particularly hard thrust, Wukong screamed much to the delight to these monkeys.
Overwhelmed with stimulation and exhaustion, he aimlessly stared out towards the cockpit where his student laid. His legs were twitching and his moans were plenty. Wukong noticed the hitching of the other monkey’s breath, the thrusts beginning to stutter before it’s rhythm quickened.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You’re finally MINE!” Macaque grunted out, still fiercely fucking into the monkey as his orgasm overtook him.
Wukong’s body shuddered as the gleeful laughter of the clones surrounded him. He let out soft chittering sounds that mingled with a dismayed groan as Macaque finally grew still in his body. It was so deep and he could feel his womb being unwillingly filled with this insane monkey’s cum.
Wukong’s features hardened slightly through his panting before he felt a thumb press against his clit. A few good swipes against it was all it needed to get him to cum as well. His muscles tightened and his body felt hot as he’d felt his body release clear fluids against Macaque’s hips. As the high came down, as did the Monkey King as he just laid limp on the ground.
Wukong breathed heavily as he felt the ground grow cooler underneath himself. The clones melted away as Macaque had shoved him underneath the shadows. The monkey feel deep into the darkness, barely awake and still fairly pissed despite the haze of lust. He wouldn’t just give up so easily to this maniac.