Surrender to the pleasure of the slime

With little resistance remaining, your mind yields to the growing pleasure in your body and you begin to return the slime's syrupy kiss. Your tongue slips into the gelatinous falsehood of her mouth and your thighs open wide and willing to her gooey caress. Even your gauntlets, protecting you from her touch, begin to fill up with slime and slide from your hands. Your clothing melts away completely and you are naked and cradled so that you seem to float in the slime girl's gelatinous arms and body.

"Gggggrooooo," bubbles the slime girl. "Feel so warm. Hungry now. You feel nice. Promise."

The fear you experience does not wash away your desire. Her slime begins to massage your quim and anus as if a dozen soft tongues are lapping at each. Gelatinous tendrils encircle your breasts and suck gently at your nipples.

The slime girl's huge jellied breasts slap against you and you begin to sink into their surface. It is as if she is inviting you to share her abundant body and soon only your head is still sticking out of the slime. The pleasure is total. Wherever she touches your flesh, a subtle, exquisite venom is warming your body and exciting your desire.

"Ohhhhh, yesss," you hiss, squirming your hips inside her. "Please. Make me feel nice."

Your breasts squeeze and nipples stretch within her jelly body as they are massaged by a hundred horny fingers of slime. Through the translucent body, you can see something darker and cylindrical forming near your sex. Pressure opens your delicate folds and this concentrated slime rams itself against your cunt and begins to twist and screw itself into your body. It is not hard like a man's appendage, but it is slippery and holds its shape as it begins to push into your sex.

You feel a pinch of pain as this strange tendril claims your cunt, a horror that severs your tie to the goddess, and then is quiet. Only your heavy breathing and the soft slurping and cooing of the slime girl. A cloud of red momentarily bursts from your sex, drifting into the slime's translucent body and then disappearing quickly as the slime absorbs it.

"Ggggrrooo," burbles the slime. "Taste pure. Now feel nice."

The slime's pseudo-cock begins to move in and out of your cunt, developing a texture that caresses the inside of your channel and fluidly fingers your depths. The slime shifts you into the bottom of the boat, onto your back inside it as your legs are wide apart and your cunt is claimed by its slime cock. A second gooey fucktoy forms and begins screwing into your ass. The pleasure is incredible. That same ecstasy flows into your depths and you begin to thrust and buck against these intrusions. The orgasms begin, shuddering through your body, and they do not seem to stop.

The cool slime begins to feel warmer and warmer against your surrounded flesh. It is sucking the rest of you inside, pulling even your head under the translucent blue jelly. You don't care, the pleasure is exquisite. Your body is in the throes of one orgasm after another. Your mouth hangs open with pleasure and your eyes are rolled back in your head even as the slime overs up your face.

"Grrroooooo," the slime bubbles. "Thank you for taste. Pretty so tasty."

What you experience isn't ****. Not exactly. Once you're completely inside the slime, lost in a trance of pleasure, it mercilessly digests your body and absorbs all of your nutrients. But even once you are gone, some echo of your personality remains inside the slime and forms into a darker nucleus. Formless again, the slime discards the sword and gauntlets that remain into the boat and disappears into the lagoon. Once it is underwater, the slime deposits this little gooey nodule on a favorable bit of rocks and departs.

Some days later, you awaken, oozing from the sea. You slide up into the boat and begin to shape yourself into a rough approximation of your former body. Your breasts are now huge and your body much more shapely, but someone who knew you well might recognize you despite your transparent blue slime body.

And that would be perfect. It would give you a chance to capture them in your tendrils and pull their succulent bodies into your own. Yes. That place you were before had lots of pretty. Maybe tasty. You go find.

You begin your slow and silent journey up the rocks to feed.