Chapter 9
by fuerant
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You are momentarily paralyzed by fear, but soon realize you need to move!
In a last ditch effort to escape, you try to squeeze through the narrow opening of the gate. It's just too small to **** your chest through! As you're about to try forcing the gate open a bit wider, a wet impact strikes you on your lower back and knocks the wind out of you. The frog's tongue has latched onto you, and begins pulling you backwards! You desperately cling to the gate's bars, but the sticky tongue yanks back on you too hard for you to possibly hold out. A moment later your grip on the gate is wrenched loose, and you fly backwards through the air into the frog's waiting mouth.
You land ass-first into the frog's maw, which closes over you before you can try and escape. The inside of the frog is somehow both incredibly sticky and disgustingly slimy; it isn't long before your clothes are completely saturated by the creature's saliva. The saliva slathered across you starts melting away at your clothes, softening them into an ensnaring mass of cloth. Even Strokmier's leather begins sloughing away, denying you your only means of attack - you have to get out of here before this gets any worse! You kick against the inside of the frog's mouth in desperation, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on it; you breathe more heavily as your efforts begin wearing you out and consuming what little air there is inside the frog's mouth.
The frog's long tongue coils around your body and pulls you deeper into the pool of saliva. The feeling of the sticky tongue grinding against your skin and massaging your molten clothes is perversely pleasurable. The tongue squeezes you tighter the more you struggle against it, pressing into every limb and muscle of your body.
You gasp hoarsely as the squishy tongue mashes against your crotch and swelling cock. Your squirms morph into senseless humping as you moan and gyrate against the tongue more; the rapidly depleting air makes you woozy and you collapse backwards into the pool of slimy saliva. You're kept barely conscious by the continuously building orgasm within you... whether the frog consumes you or milks you for cum constantly, you're helpless to resist it...
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Traps and Tempations
by SleepySeafoam
This is NOT my story. I'm copying this story from SleepySeafoam, a now deleted account on Literotica. I really liked this story, and so I want to transcribe it to the CYOA format that they intended. I hope you enjoy!
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- tentacles, slime, monster girl, succubus, aprodisiac, submissive male, monster, monster sex, plant, flowers, pollen, trapped, worm, harpy, snake girl, lamia
Updated on Jun 17, 2024
by fuerant
Created on Jun 17, 2024
by fuerant
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