Beezlebon

Mike sat at his desk checking the monitors. He could see the abomination that was Chicaim in the hallway looking toward his direction. He heard the clicking of Beezlebon to his left. He shut the left door and went back to his monitors.   He could see Fazbael on the stage, a lava pit forming in the middle of the stage. He shuddered to think what would happen to him if he was caught. He checked to see if Beezlebon was still in the hallway and when he got the clear he opened the door. He turned his attention back to the monitor. He saw that Lucifox was already peeking at him through the curtain. He knew if he let him get any further it was going to come for him.
He could feel himself start getting tired. He looked at the clock. It read 4 am. He sighed. He put his hands down his pants. In times of exhaustion he found that pleasuring himself gives him the boost he needed to get through the night. He looked back at the screen. He saw no changes in either Fazbael or Chicaim's behavior, but when he checked on Lucifox he was already out of his stage and looking like he was about to make a run for it. Mike heard a clicking sound.  He wanted to check on the door but Lucifox was the bigger risk at the moment so he kept trained on him for a few more seconds before slamming the left door shut. He looked back at Lucifox and saw him back in his cove. Mike smiled. He put down the screen and looked up.
He saw the large insect-like creature of Beezlebon leap at him and pin him to the ground, it's mouth already open, ready to spit it's acidic saliva on him. Then it stopped moving. It clicked once. The feelers on its head moved around on his body. It stopped at the waning erection of Mike who had forgotten he had been masturbating two minutes ago. It clicked a few more times. Then it crawled back on Mike he could feel it's cold, leathery, rigid, body press against his. The closer he it's face the more rows of teeth he could see between its multicolored eyes. Then he felt a certain liquid coming out of the monster drip onto his clothes.
He looked at its body and could see it's pores open and emit a strange purple liquid. Some of it got on his hands. He brought it to his face. It gave off a pungent smell, something between the cross of cinnamon and honey. As his body got soaked in those juices, the smell got stronger and he felt himself getting lightheaded. He looked around but everything was too fuzzy to make out. He licked his lips. He felt good. Like he was happy but he didn't know why. This was a feeling he could only compare to after waking up from a good night's sleep and for some reason having morning wood.  He began to reach down and start massaging his penis through his pants. He felt a very moist hole clamp around his hand and crotch. it actually felt like the hole itself was trying to envelop his hand and penis. He loved the feeling. So much so he undid his pants and let his erection get sucked by this hole. Beezlebon began to hiss as it pleasured itself on Mike's dick. For Mike it felt like a slimy vacuum suckled his dick. He imagined this is what a handjob from an octopus felt like. He let himself be carried away by the soft hissing and suckling of Beezlebon.
He didn't even feel the thin tentacle inside Beezlebon enter Mike's shaft. It traveled and split off into hair-like strands going into each blood vessel within his balls. All Mike felt was pleasure as these strands mixed his blood and semen which he drained from his sack into the body of Beezlebon. Mike could feel Beezlebon's body convulse and throb as it accepted all of his semen deep into whatever womb it had. He didn't think of what unholy abomination he was helping to create, just simply ecstasy as he was orgasming for  the next few minutes.  This ritual only stopped after Mike couldn't produce semen anymore, so the strands took his testicles and sucked it through his penis. Mike shuddered his mouth gaping. He came in a way he never felt before as his testicles moved out of his dick. He lay on the ground breathing hard. Exhaustion overpowered him to the point where he couldn't see anything. all he could here is hissing and clicks. He could barely feel himself be picked up. The strong powerful ligaments moved his body,  cold sticky adhesive wrapping around him. As he gained his vision he could slowly make out the strands of what look like thick webbing tie around his body and the horror of what had happened to him was creeping into his mind. His body was too tired to fight it and he could only muster a simple, "Fuck" as his body was completely covered in the webbing. Beezlebon carried the wrapped body of Mike to the darkest recess of the pizzeria. It spewed more webbing and stuck his body on there. It clicked a few times signifying it's mating was complete, however it needed something to host it's spawn and it protected it's body by staying in this alcove, waiting for a suitable host to carry its offspring.