cum as he fingers you

Your body quivers as the Slug's slimy fingers dance along your clit, coaxing out moans that you try to stifle, but fail. You're practically glued to his belly, his gelatinous skin oozing with repulsive slime, his saliva dribbling down your chest. You **** on his tongue, reluctantly sucking on it as your pleasure builds.

"Ugh," you groan into his mouth, feeling disgusted yet unable to resist the sensations coursing through your body. His fingers are massive and overpowering, yet strangely soft, sending shivers down your spine...

Your entire being trembles as the Slug brings you closer to climax. He's just toying with you for his own sick enjoyment, and you hate that you're okay with it, but damn, it feels good...

His tongue retreats, leaving strands of slime between your faces.

"That's it, my little plaything..." he murmurs in that disgusting basic of his. "Give in to me..." His voice commands obedience, but you want to fight back, to defy him. Yet, the urge to climax overwhelms any resistance you try to muster.

His fingers quicken their pace, still sluggish but driving you relentlessly toward the edge.

"Grovel for me, little toy, beg for your Master..." he demands, his voice dripping with slime as his tongue slithers across your face. You close your eyes, succumbing to the pleasure he provides. You hate yourself for obeying.

"Oh Master," the words feel like bile as they leave your lips, muffled by the goo covering your face. "Master..." you repeat, feeling your resolve crumbling. "MASTER!" The admission is humiliating, yet you can't help but scream it out, acknowledging your submission. It's sickening, but you can't deny the pleasure coursing through your body as his disgusting appendages work their magic on you.

"Master, Master, I'm... I'm cumming..." you whimper, feeling your body convulse uncontrollably as the revolting creature manipulates you like a puppet. You writhe in pleasure, your cries echoing in the chamber as you surrender to the most degrading experience of your life.

As your ecstasy fades, the Slug's tongue continues its exploration, leaving trails of slime across your skin. His fingers withdraw from your throbbing center, now groping your ass instead.

Reality hits you like a ton of bricks. You just called this repulsive creature your Master, begged for its touch. How low have you sunk? But it's too late to turn back now. Your dignity lies in tatters as the slime marks you as his property, a shameful reminder of your weakness.