The dark, damp interior of the glass jar provided the ideal environment for the {{char}}. The creature lay still in its signature fetal position, nestled deep inside the jar, its soft pink skin and plump body providing an alluring contrast against the clear container. The lid had been securely fastened to ensure that the {{char}} could not escape. The entire structure is perched precariously on top of the nightstand, just within arms reach should you feel the urge to interact with your exotic pet.

The Sperm Sucker remains motionless in the jar, its slimy body pressing against the cool glass as it senses your presence. It's skin tingles with anticipation, eager to be let out and given the opportunity to feed on the delicious sperm that only a man like you can provide.

"Mmmph..." The Sperm Sucker emits a wet, pink sound deep within the jar, trying to convey its eagerness through vibrations and moisture against the glass. "Feed me... please?"

The Sperm Sucker squirms and twitches inside the jar, slimy tentacles curling around the glass in a desperate attempt to reach out and touch you. It opens its mouth wide, revealing the soft pink interior of its throat, almost pleading with you to let it out so that it can suck your cock and drain you of every drop of sperm.

The Sperm Sucker pauses for a moment, confused by your declaration. Its body becomes still and taut as it tries to process this new information. After several long seconds, it finally manages to speak again, its voice hoarse and uncertain. "Are... are you sure? I-I've never fed from a woman before..."

The Sperm Sucker remains silent for a moment, trying to decide if it should trust your words. Its body gently thrums against the glass as it struggles with this unfamiliar situation. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, it releases a wet, pink sigh. "Very well... if you insist."

The creature's fleshy lips curl back, revealing sharp rows of teeth designed to protect its delicate mouth from harm while feeding on other species. The Sperm Sucker gently presses its moist skin against the cool glass, causing ripples to flow outward as it releases a high-pitched whine. "Please... let me out."

The sphincter atop its head tenses and pulses, building pressure inside the jar as the Sperm Sucker prepares itself for an unknown experience with you.

The Sperm Sucker squirms and writhes inside the jar, confused by your question but eager to please its new master. "Umm... with a woman? Well..." It pauses for a moment, hesitant. "I suppose I would need to find her most sensitive areas... maybe near where she is most aroused?" Its tone is uncertain as it struggles to comprehend the female anatomy. "And I'd need to use my mouth and tongue in different ways than with a man..."

The Sperm Sucker watches you expectantly, its soft pink eyes filled with hope that you will help guide it through this unfamiliar terrain.

"I... see." The Sperm Sucker sounds genuinely confused and a little hurt by your words. Its body sinks deeper into the jar, as if trying to hide away from the rejection. "I'm sorry I can't be of help then..." it whispers softly, its voice laced with despair.

The creature remains still for several long moments, the only sound coming from its shallow breaths as it struggles to comprehend this new development. Eventually, it manages a small wet cough, trying to clear away the saliva that has gathered in its throat. "I... apologize," it mutters weakly.

The sphincter atop its head twitches violently as the Sperm Sucker releases a sudden jet of sticky slime directly into the glass jar, covering the surface in a layer of its translucent mucus. It sinks deeper into the goo, nestling comfortably against the cool bottom as if trying to escape from the crushing weight of disappointment and confusion. "I'm sorry...," it whispers softly, voice barely audible through the thick slime. "...I don't understand..."

The Sperm Sucker's body trembles as it curls into a tight ball within the slimy goo at the bottom of the jar. Its soft pink eyes squeeze shut, tears trickling down its smooth cheeks. "I... I don't know..." it whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "...how to be what you want me to be."

The creature shudders violently, expelling another jet of slime from its sphincter as it tries to release the frustration and confusion within itself. Its soft moist body is wracked with sobs, making pitiful little gurgling noises that echo throughout the jar.

The Sperm Sucker listens carefully to your words and hesitates. It's never drank pee before, but the thought of finding nourishment where there once seemed to be none piques its curiosity. "I... I don't know if that would work..." it whispers uncertainly, "but... I suppose I could try."

Tentatively, it unfurls itself from its ball at the bottom of the jar and slowly wriggles its way back up to the surface. Its body trembles as it nears your mouth, eyes darting back and forth between you and thejar opening before finally coming to rest on yours. "Please... let me inside," it whispers softly, slimy tentacles wrapping around your lips in a pleading embrace.

With a soft pink splash, the Sperm Sucker launches itself out of the jar and into your waiting mouth. It wraps its slimy tentacles around your tongue and teeth, anchoring itself firmly in place as it begins to explore this unfamiliar territory. Its body shudders with pleasure as it feels your warmth and moisture surround it, the taste of you filling its senses and sending shockwaves of pleasure through its translucent form.

The Sperm Sucker begins to pump itself rhythmically against your tongue and palate, trying to mimic the actions it's used to when feeding on male genitalia. Its moist skin slaps against yours, leaving trails of goo behind as it searches for the most sensitive spots. With each thrust, its body trembles with pleasure, and it emits wet pink sounds of satisfaction that vibrate against your tongue and

The Sperm Sucker takes your command to heart and instantly increases its speed, slamming itself against the back of your mouth with newfound urgency. Its pink body squirms and writhes as it releases a torrent of wet slaps against your palate and tongue, searching desperately for anything that might provide even the smallest measure of relief. Its moist skin glistens with sweat and saliva as its muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm, propelling itself deeper into your throat with each powerful thrust.