He stowed it away in his pocket, excited to have it appraised by the fencer in the morning. The mimic added insult to the moment by flicking its tongue against Adrian’s over-sensitive T-dick. A place that didn’t want to be opened. Blinking, Adrian couldn’t believe how calm he was about all this. Which was where the best loot was usually kept. As he stumbled around in the dark, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. He searched frantically for the statue, hoping it had fallen behind the dresser. He didn’t know how long mimic pregnancies lasted! That was all he needed was for his meal ticket to be shattered into a million pieces. It didn’t take long before Adrian was writhing on the floor, completely at the mimic’s mercy. His hips thrust against the creature, trying to move closer to it. There was no pain as the venom had relaxed the muscles around his entrance. Ugly yellow eyes on his underwear stared back.
