Something sneaks into the tent.

I'm jostled awake by a strong wind blowing through the tent. Grunting something incoherent, I lean up in my bed and look towards where the breeze came from. There's a slight amount of movement, but I can't see anything in this darkness. I reach over to my lantern, but something cold latches onto my wrist. My reflexes kick in, grabbing at whatever was attached to me. My hand squishes through...something. It feels like I stuck my hand into gelatin and squeezed it through my fingers.

"What the fuck." I mumble, still half asleep. The jelly-like substance squirms through my clenched fist and affixes to my other wrist as well. Realizing something is definitely wrong, I try and reach for the short sword. Halfway through the motion, my hands are **** to stop. After wrestling with it for a few seconds, it easily overpowers me. I yelp as I'm flung onto my back, my hands being held down above my head.

I cuss under my breath as I attempt to move my hands, but it's to no avail. Whatever is holding me down is much stronger then me. Cursing my small stature, I try and wriggle onto the floor. This doesn't work either, as I feel the slimy substance morph around my ankles, holding them down as well.

While I try to wriggle free, my eyes finally accustom themselves to the darkness. I see that what's holding me down are red, translucent tentacles. Fear bubbles up in my gut as I figure out what's assailing me, a red slime. Unlike normal slimes, which are essentially mindless creatures, red slimes are more intelligent, and therefore much more dangerous. Though intelligent, they still share the same food source as normal slimes, that food being a human's bodily fluids.

Knowing what will happen if I don't escape, I ferociously try to struggle free. A cold patch forms on my stomach as the slime starts forming together. The mass of slime first forms into a mound, before shaping into something akin to a human shape. I continue to struggle as it forms further. Now gaining the shape of a young woman, though still retaining it's red color. Through its translucent body, a small orb floats around where the "abdomen" of the slime would be. It's head starts to split open as a mouth forms.

"Foooooood." moans the creature. The rest of its body forms, taking the form of a petite, flat chested girl. Its eyes are that of longing and hunger. It leans down, forcing it's lips onto my own, trying to **** it's tongue into my mouth. I try and resist, but the slime is easily able to slip through my pursed lips. The slime starts swirling its slimy tendril around my tongue, tasting almost sweet in nature. A cold sensation travels from my neck as it drips it's ooze directly down my throat. I try and cough it back up, but its too late.

My mind starts to spin as I feel my body begin to heat up. A slime's body is a aphrodisiac and it **** fed it directly into my stomach. My face flushes as I continue my fruitless attempt at escape. Though, it's already too late as the substance has already sapped what little strength I had. Chills run down my spine as its cold tendrils slither their way under my shirt, making their way upward. It encircles my chest, touching my now erect nipples. Even though it's only a light touch, I can't help but whimper as jolts are sent through my body. The **** has made my body overly sensitive, making even simple touches explode into pleasure.

"More." The slime utters, a lustful thirst in its voice. I feel a tentacle slither its way up my inner thigh, slithering on top of my panties. A girlish whine escapes as it brushes against my clit. My hips squirm as the tentacle slowly probes my most sensitive parts. I gasp as it presses itself into my panties, trying to **** its way in.

"No. Stop." I manage to mutter, though my hearts not behind these words. Even though it's against my will, I can't help but moan in pleasure. I can't help but crave what's coming next. The tendril flounders for a bit longer until it finds is way past my panties. It touches my soaking wet lips, then plunges itself in one foul swoop. My back arches upward as I release an orgasmic squeal.

"Yesssss." it moans, it's breathing becoming heavy and erotic. It begins to drool as its expression turns lewd. I can only imagine my own face looks the same. It begins slamming its tentacle forcefully, hitting my inner most parts.

"Cumming cumming cumming." I whimper as my body erupts into an orgasm. My head reels back as my walls spasm against its tentacle. It only hammers harder, my whole body convulsing as the intense orgasm wracks my entire body. The slime lets out a moan along with me. It's too much for me to handle, my eyes roll into the back of my head and everything turns black.

My eyes open. My crotch is still throbbing from my earlier punishment. The cot and myself are covered in red slime, glistening in the morning sun. Curled up against me is the slime, apparently getting it's fill and passing out. My muscles aching, I slowly reach my arm as to not wake the creature. My fingers fumble around the ground, my eyes trained on the slime in case would wake. I can't help but feel a childlike innocence as she sleeps, her hand clutching onto my side. My hand finally find the sword. Clutching the sword, I lift it slowly, but hesitate.