Ten times the rate? How can you say no?

Ten times your usual rate is too much to pass up. You let go of the string that will summon the guards and turn to face the heaving heap of sex-crazy goo, its creamy sap still dripping from your breasts and down your thighs in thick, green strings.

"Alright, ten times the rate," you agree.

You see a liquid shiver of excitement ripple through the green slime and bubbles form in its depths. It extrudes a translucent green tendril that assumes the shape and roughly twice the size of a human prick. It droops at roughly waist height and so you fall to your knees and heft the slippery sludge in your hands.

It's easy to give in to the tingling of the sap and fill your mouth with the green cock. You lick it and suck it and swallow the drops of sap that bubble up the shaft like precum and fill your belly with warmth. Your nipples harden and your slit drips with intense arousal. Why did you ever resist?

More tendrils extrude and wrap around your legs, but you're too busy sucking and stroking the slime cock in your mouth to worry about that. They take hold of your firmly and lift you up, turning you and moving you as the cock moves to follow. You end up suspended above the slime on several stroking tendrils, your swamped cunny literally dripping into the mound of slime. You feel an incredible sensation at your pussy, like a huge slime tongue, tingling with juices dragging up your slippery slit all the way to your upturned ass and nestling between your firm cheeks.

You moan around the cock invading your mouth and oozing down your throat and you roll your hips against the huge slime tongue licking your juicy pussy and eager ass. You begin cumming almost immediately, your orgasms so intense that tiny gushes of your juice pump out of your slit and are absorbed by the slime. Soon enough the licking is replaced with more cock and you become lost in a haze of pleasure, your cunt and ass being plunged by the sex slime while you struggle to keep pace with your bobbing head and swirling tongue.

You lose track of all time and how often you orgasm. You're dripping with sweat and sap, gulping and fucking. Watching the pockets of creamy sap building inside Sheak. When he burbles a warning you just moan and redouble your efforts, rocking your numb hips and feeding his slime cock down your stretched throat.

As Sheak explodes in all three holes at once you feel yourself being dragged into the sex slime's bulk. You swallow and suck and his sap overflows your mouth and pussy and ass as you are dragged into the living goo. In seconds you are fully engulfed in his liquid form and the world becomes blurry and green.

You don't feel afraid, you float in the slime, still wildly sucking and swallowing, crazed with pleasure as his eager fluids begin to dissolve your body. You don't care. You let him follow his sap and pour into your holes, filling you up from the inside and beginning to eat his way out. All you feel is warmth and pleasure and the soft voice of Sheak in your head complimenting you on your sweet taste. You drown in ecstasy inside him long before his enzymes would have killed you.

It takes more than an hour for Sheak to fully digest your body. His caustic acids are even able to digest most of your bones, leaving only a skull and a few eroded leg bones behind as he slips out through the door and disappears into the night.

The following morning the cleaning wenches find your slimy bones and scream in terror to summon the guards. When your possessions are emptied from the room the ugly rock in the drawer is cast into a chest that will eventually be sold at auction in Elohin. Of course, by then the armies of the demonic hordes will have arrived and laid waste to the elvin city, killing or enslaving all within its walls.

You shouldn't have let your greed overwhelm your sense of self-preservation. Then again, you enjoyed it to the end and you're not around to worry about the consequences!