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She was fleeing from a foe with no brain. It had no eyes, no visible mouth, but it certainly had a purpose. And that purpose was capturing her.
She’d never faced a slime before, the monsters not native to her homeland, but her fellow adventurers had told her they weren’t to be feared- simple creatures, dumb and easily outrun. So why was she having such a difficult time with this one, then?
The slime following her was not fast- it was slow, terribly slow, but it was inevitable. It had followed her relentlessly for days, keeping her from making camp to rest, and one damn mistake- allowing herself to sleep high up in a tree, deeming it safe off the ground- had nearly cost her life, as she’d woken to the unmistakeable, now terrifying schlorp schlorp sound only feet away.
She’d panicked then, resorted to running, still hearing it behind her. Too close, it was too close! If she didn’t look back, if she didn’t look back, she could fool herself that she could get away.
Then there was a sound like rushing water, and the slime suddenly spread into a thin layer, covering several feet in one horrifying second. Her feet were caught, each movement like trying to walk through a flood, and she toppled, meeting the ground harshly. The slime did not hesitate, trapping her feet firmly. It finally had her in its grasp.
She twisted, brought her dagger down on it, but the deadly blade had no effect- worse, it started to corrode in her hand as if dipped in acid, and she dropped it in shock. The slime had a similar effect on her boots, the worn leather of them dissolving to nothing, but luckily, her skin didn’t melt once the boots had disappeared fully.
Goosebumps awoke and spread on her skin at the chill of it, the breath-stealing cool of water at first brush, fading into the mild temperature of a pool as her body grew accustomed to it. Wherever it touched her skin, she began to tingle- the pins and needles of limbs waking from numbness.
And it was climbing her legs, every moment reaching further up her body- slow but inexorable, its gelled mass seeming to vacuum around her skin, sucking itself to her. She tried to pull away, to no avail- the slime would not cede a single inch it had captured, and still kept moving.
Her sword- her sword had fallen only feet away, just out of reach! She flung herself out, tried to drag herself to it, strained for it, fingers only inches from the pommel. What good her sword would do against this being with no real form, she wasn’t sure, but she could fool herself into one last hope at this point.
Every moment was another lost as the slime clung to her, advancing, unstoppable, up her skin- it seemed to drag her bodily backwards, pulling her closer to it and further from her weapon, and she could feel her chances of escape slipping away.
And then the mass pressed against her cunt, her underclothes dissolving at its touch, a buzzing, vibrating sensation lighting up against her sensitive flesh, and all thought of her sword was forcibly driven from her mind. Her eyes flew back to the slime in shock, frozen in horror at seeing it aim directly for the center of her.
Between her trapped legs now lay a spear of translucent green-blue slime that had shot forward from the rest of its body, latching itself to her cunt in a great blob. Her breath hitched, heart pounding- this was deliberate, it had to be, the slime was targeting her most vulnerable places.
Her naked lips were spread around it, the mass forcing itself against her skin, pressing against her mound and further, into her channel. She clenched, but there was nothing to fight, no physical body to keep out.
It slipped into her body as easily as water, spreading along the walls of her insides as it encompassed her cunt, and she shuddered at the quick cold of it, her channel seeming to convulse and quake around the obstruction.
Where it passed, that tingling sensation followed, her clit suddenly wrapped in an ice-cold sheath of vibration that tossed a choked gasp from her lips, an involuntary thrust from her hips.
Her legs unconsciously fell open, and the slime dripped down her crack and filled her ass as well, the cold gel forcing its way into her puckered hole and winding up past her sphincter, seemingly rushing into her body through every orifice it could find. Here as well, there was nothing she could do to stop it- no clenching against it could stop its advance, slipping through her walls like water.
The slime suddenly expanded within her cunt, filling every inch of her insides- she gasped, threw her head back in shock at the overwhelming sensation of it. Her extended hand gave up on the sword and returned to her, necessary to hold her chest up from the ground as she nearly collapsed. Her cunt was stuffed so incredibly full, the slime feeling as if it were traversing her intestines as well, chilling her entire body.
She couldn’t move, the slime firmly stuck within her like a plug, holding her down from the inside as if reeling her in, dragging her further into its quivering mass. It crept along her legs, devouring her thighs in its freezing hold. Soon, she was engulfed entirely from the waist down, her body covered in translucent green.
And it kept moving, climbing up her torso to hold her breasts gently- they peaked and began to ache at the chill, flesh drawing taut even as her clothes melted from her form and she was left entirely nude.
The slime seemed to focus its attention here, too, tugging at her breasts and tweaking the nipples in a sort of light suction. She felt pins and needles at their peaks, a sort of movement, as if it were somehow creeping inside her here, as well.
Her breasts felt suddenly heavy, full and aching, a gentle throb inside the flesh as if something were being drawn from it, and her nipples were continually tugged at, pinched and pressed and manipulated, and it was driving her to distraction.
The slime seemed to suddenly expand within her, gel pressing her walls inexorably outwards, a pulse in every direction inside her, before contracting once more. Again, like lightning, that sensation like being fucked into, speared and impaled on it like the most massive cock, but driving into every nerve with impossible precision. And again, and again.
Oh fuck, she could see it- through the distorted, glossy surface of the slime, she could see her belly distend slightly with each thrust, punched outwards by the force of it inside her. She tossed her head back, braced her hands on the ground, the pleasure building to something unbearable, the stretch and twist and press inside her.
The one in her ass did not thrust back and forth, but only pressed endlessly forward, more and more of the slime’s mass slipping inside her and traveling up her insides. She’d never been so thoroughly filled in her life, and gods, it felt- too much, it was too much! Her body was on fire with sensation even as the chilled gel advanced up her body on both outside and inside.
She squirmed helplessly- there was nothing to fuck or grind into, nothing to pull away from, simply the pressure all around her of the slime holding her floating in its grasp, ever encroaching in and on her body.
It kept thrusting, pulsing, that delicious, overwhelming force striking at her nerves, and she was tossed off the edge into a shuddering orgasm, body trembling and taut in its slippery, gelled cage.
And it didn’t stop, even as she quivered helplessly, oversensitive now to the point of panic, of clenching uselessly around the mass still throbbing and expanding within her, and she mewled, tossed her head as the overstimulation seemed to draw the thoughts from her head like a keg nearing empty.
She made the mistake of reaching down, a futile, desperate attempt to somehow pull the slime from her, to remove it from her body- it was too late by the time her fried brain caught up, her hand stuck fast in its gelled body, impossible to remove.
She fell into an animal sort of panic, writhing helplessly, panting, teeth gritted, throwing every ounce of energy towards freeing herself- but it was useless, her hand trapped as if in tar, and the slime continued its slow, unstoppable path across her body.
She couldn’t feel the ground beneath her anymore, her body now floating in the slime’s mass, its borders still swallowing her own- inch by inch, she was being surrendered whole to it, and out of desperation, she raised her remaining hand high, far away from her captive body, fooling herself that it meant something at this point.
If anything, the slime fucked into her harder in response to her writhing, the knot of slime inside her cunt swelling further, piercing with more devastating force, and she screamed for it, head tossing back and forth and tears welling at her eyes.
The tingling increased in intensity, like sparks at her nerves, her clit twisted and suckled mercilessly. Her breasts ached, the slime tugging at her nipples like mouths, like teeth, like tongues intent on dragging her very soul from her teats.
An eternity seemed to pass like this, the slime slowing its progress in favor of putting its efforts towards wearing her down, making her easier to swallow. She was dragged to the peak of another orgasm, screaming and sobbing through the savage thrusts, and collapsed almost numbly in the slime’s grasp, panting and shuddering helplessly and surrendering ever further to its embrace.
She felt herself growing weak, growing cold, even as the slime seemed to become warm, almost hot against her flesh, within her. The buzzing, tingling sensation centered on her cunt and breasts, as if the slime was diligently attempting to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.
And it was succeeding, her form twitching feebly through yet another devastating orgasm, leaving her exhausted and oversensitive and whining as the sensation still didn’t stop!
She writhed weakly, but there was no fighting it- the slime moved with her, its formless body impossible to shake off, and with every bit of her it captured, less of her own body was under her control. It was relentless, continuing its harsh pattern of thrusts and pulls, heedless of her trembling, her pants and desperate pleas.
She felt as if she were sinking in it, the slime creeping up her shoulders, her neck, the coolness drawing up waves of goosebumps on her skin, her body falling boneless and weak in its wake. Her thoughts felt thick as mud, impossible to string together over the waves of overwhelming pleasure.
She hardly even noticed when her other hand was captured, having drooped numbly beside her head in her daze- the slime stretching up to meet her fingertips suckled at them gently, like little mouths capturing each, and it was held fast.
Now only her head was free, and even that not for long- she could already feel the chill of the slime creeping up her hair, tugging her head backwards on her neck.
She struggled anew, somehow knowing this was her last chance- once it reached her mouth, it would all be over, the slime capturing her whole. She gritted her teeth, held her lips firmly tight in a last ditch effort to preserve herself.
But she was too weak, too taken to pieces and shattered by the thing, by the energy it had stolen from her, the pleasure it had wrung from her, and it was insultingly easy for the monster to invade her in this final way.
It simply waited, pressed insistently against her lips, until a particularly savage thrust made her mouth fly open in a broken moan, and the slime crept inside, filling her without hesitation- the taste of it was peppermint and electricity and it was dizzying, the way it molded to her mouth, slid down her throat as if it sought the center of her.
She didn’t choke- she couldn’t, there was nothing solid to choke on- she drowned, instead, the sense of it utterly overwhelming, that buzzing, tingling feeling seeming to overcome everything else. She wasn’t sure if she was breathing, but she wasn’t sure if she had to anymore, the cool of it deep inside her lungs now.
She quickly realized resistance wouldn’t have mattered anyway, given the tightness in her gut that meant the slime that had penetrated her from the other side had reached the rest of itself, wound from her ass all the way through her guts to unite within her stomach. Even if she had kept her strength against it, the slime was behind her defenses from the beginning, and she could picture it rising up her throat, bubbling up to open her mouth from the inside.
She was an unbroken circuit of the slime now, and she could feel it squirming ceaselessly within her, seeming to throb gently even as its appendage in her cunt continued to cruelly abuse her.
It had swallowed her whole now, cool gel finally invading her nostrils and ears, passing over the top of her head with a final squelching noise.
She shivered again, her ears popping with the same strange sensation as when they filled with water while diving. Her eyes stung at the cold, but there wasn’t much to see anyway, only a fuzzed outline of her own body and the trees above, blurred by the translucent slime surrounding her, and she closed them, giving in to another orgasm that rocked her body violently, nearly passing out from the force of it.
How long had it been, how many times had she cum? She’d lost track. Her thoughts had gone fuzzy, even her brain feeling chilled numb- had it invaded her even so deeply as that?
All that remained was sensation- the slime inside her everywhere it could manage, drawing every ounce of energy from her weakened body. How much of her had it claimed? How much of her was it, now? The thing owned her now, completely- body, mind, and soul. There was no part of her it hadn’t claimed, no single inch left for it to invade and conquer. It was over. (It had been over since the very beginning.)
She finally gave in and let it have her, letting herself go entirely limp in its grasp and accepting its domination- fooling herself one last time that she had a choice in this, even.
And through it all, the slime kept pumping mercilessly into her, expanding and contracting in her cunt, throbbing inside her body and tugging at her breasts, and drawing from her exhausted body pained, overwhelmed, endless pleasure.