Consume her

Teysa slithered aimlessly through the caverns, not worrying about tracking her path. For now the important thing was privacy. She was ravenously hungry, but still unsure of how to eat. She made it about a mile away, by her reckoning, before finding a clear spot to set her captive down. The **** drow stirred, and Teysa knew she should get to it. She wasn't sure if she was so far gone yet that she could eat a conscious being.

She first tried to remove the drow's cloak, but her tentacles were thicker than fingers and could not manipulate the pins and buttons holding it on. Frustrated, she tried to tear it off, but to no avail; the famous Lolth-cloaks were as hard as steel. Remembering what had happened earlier, she laid her tentacles along the cloak, covering as much of her captive's body as she could. Wisps of smoke curled up and a gentle hissing let her know that her acid or whatever was doing its work. First the cloak dissolved off the captive; underneath she wore a leather jerkin, which dissolved as well. Her smallclothes were spider silk, and though exquisitely fine and delicate they too fell apart. Naked, her captive was beautiful: ebony skin with fine white hair, long smooth limbs, and heavy breasts tipped with dark nipples. Teysa felt an odd stirring looking at the drow. It would be a shame to waste such beauty.

Cautiously, she pulled the drow's legs apart, and laid her tentacles against the elf woman's vagina. The drow shifted fitfully but did not fully awaken. Slowly, gently, Teysa eased a tentacle inside her. The snaking appendage slid easily into the drow's body, and Teysa felt an electric little shiver of pleasure. She began to flex the tentacle, sliding it in and out, while a pair of other tentacles from the same bundle snaked up towards the drow's breasts. Her supple limbs wrapped around the drow's generous mounds and began to gently and rhythmically squeeze them. Meanwhile the pumping tentacle between the drow's legs was joined by another.

Teysa was shivering now, caught up in ecstasy. Dimly she was aware that her captive was coming to, but she could not stop now. She carefully rolled the drow onto her side, not missing a beat, and another probing tentacle found the elf's tight ass. With a single push she thrust her way inside.

This violation proved too much for her captive, who snapped awake. Finding herself caught in the embraces of a slime girl, the drow shrieked in horror, thrashing impotently to escape. With tentacles pinning her wrists and ankles, not to mention curving around her breasts and penetrating her in two holes, she could do little more than twitch. Drow were fighters, though, and her scream was liable to bring more of them down on Teysa. Thinking fast, she flowed over her captive, straddling her without missing a thrust. She pressed her lips against the surprised drow's, kissing her deeply.

At least this cut off the shrieking. The drow furiously tried to bite off Teysa's tongue, but she no longer had such an appendage, and her gooey face reformed itself as soon as the drow spit out the contents of her mouth. To Teysa's disappointment, she still didn't kiss back. The goo-girl decided to try a different tack. She hefted herself up a little and pressed one of her massive, gooey breasts into her captive's face. The drow struggled, but the gooey liquid flowed over her mouth and nose, and eventually she had to open her mouth. Teysa's nipple slipped inside and she felt a wave of pleasure flow over her. The drow tried to spit it out at first, but quickly acquiesced to Teysa's will. She could feel her captive's thighs stop twitching as well; the drow had given up. Teysa's eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure built inside her. She pumped furiously into the drow's quim and ass, inserting an additional tentacle in each. She could feel the drow's body stiffen as her holes were **** open wider to accommodate the additional tentacles, but she gave no resistance.

Teysa twitched and bucked as her orgasm came. Her tentacles didn't shoot out fluid, as she had thought they might, but her cunt twitched and spasmed. She sighed as she came down, realizing that she was-- if anything-- hungrier than before, and now her captive was awake. The drow lay in a pool of fluid, her gaping pussy and asshole leaking a thin clear slime (it seemed Teysa's tentacles had spewed a little after all) and her head...

Her head appeared to have vanished. Teysa blinked, trying to clear the optical illusion. She was laying on top of the drow's body, and her chest seemed to obscure her view of the captive's head. Looking down, Teysa had a moment of vertigo as she realized what had happened. As she came, she had pressed her breast against her captive's face harder than she thought, and the permissive goo had simply enveloped it. Inside, the terrified drow's eyes were wide and blinking, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. Still it appeared that she could breathe in there-- perhaps the goo was oxygenated for this purpose?

Experimentally, Teysa grabbed the drow by the shoulders and slid her deeper into her body. The goo parted easily, flowing around her captive like water. Once inside, she lay placidly. Perhaps there was a soporific effect at work. Teysa experimented awkwardly with positioning her captive. The drow was as tall as she was, but Teysa's gooey body seemed infinitely stretchy and malleable. She folded her captive's arms and legs in and bent her at the waist, arranging her in a tight ball. Oozing her slime around the drow, Teysa enveloped her completely in minutes. Looking down, her body was grotesquely stretched, a nearly spherical woman-shape made out of glistening slime. Inside her the drow floated, her eyes rolled back into her head now, her mouth slack. A stream of bubbles leaked out of her open mouth, but her chest was rising and falling. Still alive, then.

Slowly, gingerly, Teysa lurched away. She felt bloated, like she had felt after finishing an immense meal as a human. With that thought, understanding came. The warm, pins-and-needles feeling in her stomach was digestion. She reasoned it would take a long time-- she would not need to feed again for a while. There was no sense killing her captive early, either. Not while there was still fun to be had. As she oozed happily through the caves, Teysa figured she'd start on the arms and legs first. She'd be sure to leave enough to play with for a while yet.

GAME OVER (?)