Navigating the Caverns (Story)

Maya followed the half-elf around the cave. She held Light in her hand, but his eyes were still better in the darkness that surrounded them.

Rounding the a corner, the man gasped and said, “I see something, a some supplies,” he exclaimed and darted forward.

As he moved, Maya saw a strange shape follow after him.

At first, it looked like the rock simply melted and started following the man, but in the light, the ooze was pink.

“We’re not alone,” she called out, and backed away, looking desperately for any sort of weapon she could use to find off this strange creature. A fist-sized rock was the best she could find.

In the meantime, her half-elf companion had made his way into the alcove and came back with a backpack. It was a decent size pack, and looked to have somethings inside, but what caught her attention were the weapons strapped to its side. A mace and a crossbow. He tossed it in her direction, stopping just short of , a swiping pseudopod. The strange creature moved so fast that it left a buzz in the air.

Maya threw the rock at the creature, before moving to get the weapon, but her throw went wise, and the rock went clattering loudly into the crevices of the space. While she grabbed the weapon, the Ooze attacked.

It hit her companion with its strange gelatin limbs, bending around his parry as if it were liquid only to come together around his wrist, holding him. It wrapped around his limbs, but moved to cover his body. Gelatinous pseudopods snaking across his limbs. Their mucus trails made his skin glisten in her Light. The creature moved up his body towards his groin, jelly tentacles forking to create more jelly tentacles all exploring. Where they the cloth and leather it denigrated, yet, seemed harmless to the skin.

Harmless, but it had an effect. Already stripped naked and struggling before him, Maya had her wish granted for his cock stood proud and erect. The creatures stroking it, the strange slime seeming to stimulate the skin where it touched.

Maya made some feeble attacks, but, there wasn’t really a head or body to hit, and it was hard to aim while staring at that cock. Her mace splattered against one of the undulating pieces, but her eyes were fixated on the creatures insistent stroking of her partner.

The ooze was wrapped around his cock and moving in ways impossible for any organism with bones. She was fascinated, enraptured, but the look of desperation in his face filled her with pity and determination. She brought her mace back and lunged foreword, swinging at its center mass.

Her spacing was impeccable, it brought her close enough to strike at the creatures main mass. Her timing was incredible, for, as she stepped forward, the man came. Her a mere hand-span away after her off-balance attack, she was in position to not only see him cum, but to have half of it spatter all over her face. The other half, the strange ooze seemed to eat, or absorb. It sucked bits of it up, creating little vacuoles inside its strange amorphous body.

She regained her balance. Standing straight with a look of shock, not saying a word.

He groaned in satisfaction.

The creature slumped off his body, scouting away from the pair, moving around the corner.

Maya was more concerned for her companion. The Ooze had jostled him a fair bit and he seemed bruised and battered and drained.

“Do you think I scared it off?” Maya asked.

The man just gave a chortle.

“I think I saw some healing potions in that pack.” She continued. “Here,” she said, withdrawing one of the potions, they all looked the same, or close to the same, a red liquid, like the juice of a ripe berry.

“Thanks” he said, “Drinking it,” a second later, “I don’t think that was a healing potion. It didn’t seem to do anything.”

She gave him a dumb-founded look, cum still glazing her face, then she rummaged through the pack some more.

“This looks right.” She said, pulling out another bottle of red liquid.

“Then you drink it,” he responded, moving over to sort through the pack himself.

With a shrug, she did. It wouldn’t hurt, and she wanted him to trust her.

It also wasn’t a healing potion.

A wetness quickly growing between her thighs gave it away. Slime sweat, the dreaded toxin of the nobles used to humiliate. It would make women drip with comical wetness, the secretions of their arousal dripping to the ground in their wake, and their juices staining their clothes.

Her companion seemed to have found a bottle to his liking though, for he was drinking another of the bottles.

Behind him, she saw the Ooze, slinking along the walls of the cave.

“There it is” she said as she pointed, but she didn’t charge in. Her embarrassment from the trail of moisture growing down her thigh made her want to run the other direction. Instead, she just stood and pointed.

“Together,” he said, and he moved as if to pin it, preventing it from going deeper into the caverns.

She followed suit, but there was little need, as she drew near, he thrust his blade into the thing and must have hit something for the ooze seemed to loose what little form it had, loosing viscosity, becoming little more than a puddle. As her juices made an audible drip, she realized how lewd the scene must appear her companion. Her dripping, his cum on her face, puddles of fluid at her feet.

He looked at her, a primal desire barely controlled behind his eyes. His dick twitched, already rousing again.

If the ooze had not gotten him off, she was sure he would have ravished her on the spot. She felt a lucky, and a little disappointed.

“We can rest up ahead, when we know we’re safe. When we’re safe, I can inspect you and tend to you,” she said. The innuendo was an mistake but she heard the suggestion as the words left her lips. The implication made her blush, but, she found she did not regret it.

Her companion gave a cocky grin, despite his nudity, he looked ready, even eager to charge on ahead. He moved past her and the ooze, down another tight passage. The only way forward, hopefully, a way out. With a gulp, Maya followed after.

At the very first turn in the passage, she was attacked. The little fucker had either waited for her or was too slow to catch the stranger. It came out of the shadows, like a hundred tongues of frogs, quickly snapping around her limbs. Peeling off her armor.

She screamed

The ooze continued to attack. It hit her, ripped at her clothes. It took her armor apart and discarded it.

Everywhere it touched flesh it sent sparks. The smell was intoxicating, a little like an alchemist mixture, like **** and fruit and something nutty. She was barely offering resistance as it moved to pry her legs apart. A slash of her companions blade renewed her efforts. And, twisting away from where he had slashed, she was able to break free.

The ooze lashed out, countering **** with ****. It shot almost the entirety of its mass in a sudden burst at her companion. It knocked him down, and with a crack, his head hit the floor, knocking him out.

She was ****. She wanted to escape the caves, wanted the this stranger to ravish her, wanted away from the ooze, wanted the ooze to be the one to ravish her.

She reached out “In the name of Seren, whose pleasures are a celebration, destroy this beat.”

A Guiding Bolt shot forth from her outstretched hand, striking the ooze.

Once again, she watched as ooze deliquesced into another puddle.