Angelica, the Apprentice

"Mngh!"

This was not how this was supposed to go. She lost again. To a slime of all things. Her magic couldn't even defeat one of the most natural training fodder there was. There was no way that Mistress Rayne would still take her back after this. But there wasn't even time to worry about that or what she was going to say with the way the slime creature was getting increasing excited at having a **** target.

Her legs froze in place, trapped under the tight pool of slime wrapping around her body. The gel-like substance making it's way deeper between her bare thighs, probing outside of her underwear for a weak point. Each attempt to try and break free, only made the tentacles wrap tighter, keeping her stuck, helpless, as she looked onto the continued pulling to the barrier of cloth separating the slime from it's target, she knew how this would end.

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At the sound and feeling of seeing her shirt ripping, she jumped. Only falling deeper into panic, she attempted to struggle more fiercely as the phallus like tendril tore at her blouse. The thin fabric that hugged her breasts so tightly, led to her feeling every inch of it's touch and as she fell to becoming more and more exposed, only able to remain helpless as the cold touch began to run over the mountain of breastflesh, it had set it's sights on. It didn't just ravage her body. It was taking it's time. Running it's tentacles over every inch and curve, enjoying the feeling of a warm body to torment.

It's touch was like icy water, and it ran itself across her body, finding it's way to one of her nipples. It knew what it was doing. The sudden feeling of cold washing across her nipple, circling it, running over it, and teasing it, that she couldn't help it. She didn't want to. But reflexively, it stiffened.

Only able to let out a "Nngh!" sound as a response, the sudden chill was just too much,. Her nipples were left standing perky and erect. Then it latched. Tugging at them. Pulling at them. Trying to wring out and squeeze out her juices like she was a cheap rag. And it was too intense. Down below at her crotch, beneath her underwear, she could feel a wetness forming that wasn't just from the slime.

"Lignhm!" Her attempts to call out a spell, were only muffled by the pressure of the slimy tentacle forcing itself deeper down her throat and stretching her lips out. Her inexperience showed as she shuddered. While soft, it was simply too much to take and left her to gag. The tentacle showed no signs of slowing, only increasing it's pace.

Having toyed with her enough, it began to pull forward on her underwear. It kept pulling on the fabric of her panties, until they hugged the back of her butt, stretching them further and further out, until just another tug would cause them to rip. Then she could feel the other one. A second tentacle down low, slipping right underneath the underwear and rubbing along her crotch. She knew what it wanted.