Give the slime what it wants

Your concern for your own safety is gone. All you care about is cumming, more and more, rubbing Sheak's creamy sap all over your tits, massaging it into your slit with your fingers.

"Yes," you moan. "Yes! Oh gods, take me!"

Sheak has something other than your pleasure on his brain. You're his after-sex snack and you just served yourself up on a platter. As you wriggle in his cream and cum again and again on your fingers the slime's liquid body flows over your legs and surges up your body. The feeling of its engulfing you only heightens the pleasure.

The slime's jelly body secretes digestive juices as it swallows you up. Even as you continue to fingers yourself and cum against your hand you know it's all over. Your flesh begins to dissolve as the slime flows up and covers your breasts, your neck, your head, and fills your open mouth.

The world is tinted green as you peer out from within the slime. You twist in orgasmic pleasure as your world dims to nothing. Sheak enjoys his meal in peace and when he is done he leaves your soupy bones behind to be discovered by the cleaning girl.

You perished doing what you love. If only you had known the reason why slimes aren't allowed as customers to a brothel.