A sticky situation

Caleb keeps blushing, trying to cover his ass, his chest, or his noticibly hard little package tucked in his panties as he takes point. His cleric sister tries to help, to reassure him “it’s ok, it’s just the two of us. Besides… it’s cute on you!” The words intended to help just make his humiliation all the worst.

“Don’t call me cute! I’m supposed to be manly!” He wined.

Already digging a hole, his sister just dug deeper, trying to say “no, it’s a good thing! You know how many girls would kill for a body like yours?!” And realizing she kept putting her foot in her mouth stopped speaking.

“Please… stop mentioning it, let’s just get far enough in the dungeon to… shit!” He was so distracted, the young adventurer had failed in his point duties, stepping directly on a pressure plate.

Instantly the floor crumbled, and the nearly naked warrior fell into the pit just three feet beneath him. Thankfully he stayed on his feet, knee deep in the strange black goo.

“Fuck you ok?” The cleric asked in a panic.

“Yea? Yea. I’m ok. Just..” he tried to step, and the black goo held firm, “shit I’m stuck. Um… can you reach… oh no.” He felt the goo rising. At first he thought he was sinking into a pit, but quickly realized it was worse. Tendrils emergered by his knees, wrapping and climbing up extremely slowly. He wanted to pull them off, but was afraid of trapping his hands or sword too. “Quick! Find something to pull me out!”

The cleric looked around. There was a small set of stones against the wall she could move forward and search, but she had nothing but her robes and a small knife, neither would reach the panicked warrior.