To swallow

The fate of the helpful servant now that you have arrived?

She has been a great hostess, but she has one final duty in her role, to feed herself to you whole.

She sits in the shallowish pool. And you release your hold over her head. At no risk, you can afford to.

Her slimy face, a lust drunk expression on her features but a sparkle of clarity in her eyes. Thick strands of saliva and slime connect your retreating form to her cute lips, pointed ear and so forth.

“Swallow me whole, feed on me, master. Enjoy the delights my body.”

That’s hot.

Your tendril extends forward to wrap gently around her neck. Leaving more glistening trails along her shoulder and neck. Tip coming around to gently rest along her cheek.

She opens her mouth, and with her tongue she greets it. Licking at it.

You secure yourself with your anchoring tendrils to bottom of the shallow spring. And extend your own tongue.

What happens now?

Do you play with your sexy dessert?