The pleasure coiled tighter in Virael's core, a relentless tide driven by the slime's ceaseless teasing—tendrils stroking her clit, pinching her nipples, tracing her neck, and probing her asshole with maddening precision.
Her body trembled, no longer her own, as the sensations converged into a single, unbearable peak.
With a loud, unrestrained moan—raw and echoing off the cavern walls—she climaxed, her juices squirting in a hot, forceful arc into the glowing slime.
Her hips bucked, her face a portrait of pleasure: eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaping wide, drool trailing down her chin, cheeks ablaze with a feverish flush.
To her amazement, the clear green pool swallowed her release instantly, the liquid shimmering briefly before returning to its pristine transparency within seconds.
Her mind, foggy with pleasure, registered the implication—it digests fluids, keeps itself clean.
Sanitary, then.
Her guild check was complete.
She could leave.
Virael shifted, her legs shaky as she moved to climb out, one hand gripping the pond's edge.
But the slime had other plans.
Before she could pull free, it surged around her, tendrils snapping tight around her wrists and ankles with a strength that belied its liquid form.
They yanked her back, spreading her arms and legs wide until she hung suspended in the pool, her body splayed open—vulnerable, exposed.
The woman with bear-like ears across from her froze mid-moan, her wide eyes locking onto Virael, a mix of awe and hunger flickering in her gaze.
Virael's lips parted to protest, a sharp "Let me—" forming, but a fat tendril of slime shot into her mouth, muffling her voice to a choked gurgle.
It filled her throat, thick and unyielding, tasting faintly sweet like the pond itself, silencing her as it pulsed gently against her tongue.
Then she felt it—a dense, heavy tendril pressing against her pussy, its tip blunt and warm.
It breached her slowly, parting her walls with a slick, push, stretching her until she gasped around the tendril in her mouth, her eyes widening.
The sensation was overwhelming—full, invasive, alive—throbbing inside her like a heartbeat.
Before she could adjust, another tendril moved at her asshole, smaller at first, teasing the rim with a delicate swirl.
It pried her open, slipping inside with a wet ease, then thickened gradually, spreading her wider until her hips twitched involuntarily.
Her muffled moan vibrated against the tendril gagging her, a mix of shock and pleasure rippling through her.
The slime began to thrust—alternating its rhythm with a cruel precision.
When the tendril in her pussy drove deep, filling her to the hilt, the one in her asshole slid out, leaving her aching for more.
Then it reversed—the anal tendril plunged back in, thick and relentless, as the pussy tendril withdrew, teasing her entrance.
The push-pull was maddening, a dance that kept her on edge, her body rocking in the slime's grip.
Two more tendrils coiled around her breasts, squeezing them with a rhythmic pulse, their surfaces slick and warm, while micro-tendrils sprouted to tug her nipples—pinching, pulling, twisting until they burned with delight.
Virael's moans grew constant, muffled but desperate, her face no longer stoic—eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, drool spilling past the tendril as her cheeks glowed crimson.
The pleasure built again, faster this time, and she came with a loud, muffled cry—her body shuddering violently, juices spraying into the slime, only to vanish as before.
Her climax left her trembling, but the slime didn't stop.
It shifted its rhythm—now thrusting both tendrils simultaneously, the one in her pussy and the one in her asshole plunging deep at once, then pulling out together, stretching her with every synchronized stroke.
The intensity was unbearable—her walls clenched, her body quaked, pleasure blurring into overload.
The bear-eared woman watched, her own moans quieting as she stared at Virael's exploitation, a sly grin curling her lips.
She winked, a playful glint in her eyes, as if sharing some unspoken secret, but Virael barely registered it, lost in the slime's relentless assault.
The tendrils squeezed her breasts harder, kneading them until they ached, while the micro-tendrils pulled her nipples with sharp, rhythmic tugs.
Another climax tore through her, her muffled scream vibrating against the tendril in her mouth, her juices gushing uselessly into the ever-clean slime.
Her body sagged, energy draining, but the slime pressed on, as if angered by her earlier attempt to leave.
It thrust faster, deeper—both tendrils now hammering into her pussy and asshole with merciless force, filling her completely with each plunge.
Her third climax hit like a storm, her vision blurring, her moan a broken, shuddering wail as her body convulsed, juices spraying once more, only to be devoured by the pool.
Her strength faltered, her limbs heavy, her mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.