Look threatening! (Bare your teeth and hiss?)

Feeling that you're in deep peril and knowing you were unarmed, having lost your sword, you try to come off as menacing baring your teeth an hissing. Your new ear-fins flaring, while your tail fin is kicking franticly underwater to try to pull away from the monsters grasp.

The Lich is not impressed. Instead it grabs you by the throat. Letting go of your first in favour of anchoring itself to the raft.

You try to gasp for breath. Your gill-flaps flaring useless in an attempt to extract oxygen from the chill air.

The horned Lich stares impassively. You should have known trying to scare the ultimate monster from horror stories was a lost cause.

Keeping your struggling torso steady above the water's surface with inhuman strength and unfazed by your webbed fingers clawing uselessly at its desiccated hand around your throat, the Lich lets you struggle uselessly in the water.

Then the squirmies are upon you. You feel them wriggle around your tail fin, but in a moment they have covered your submerged body where they all too quickly wiggle into the slit you'd noticed down your front.

The stimulation is so intense you immediately fall still save for spamming quivers. Your ear fins dropping and your eyes's rolling heavenward from the intense pleasure.

The Lich loosens its grip on your throat incrementally the evil flame in its eye sockets flickering enigmatically, but you are know able to suck in a much needed breath only to grit out a moan as you feel the squirmies squirm inside of you.

Unbenokwns to you a slight protrusion begins to extend from your pelvic region forming into an engorged cock which presses against your abdomen.

The lone, eldritch horror before you lets its fathomless gaze wander up and down your body. It's expression impassive.

Soon enough the squirmies wave passes and the last one squirts out of your exposed orrafice and you become limp in the Liche's grasp.

Somehow you'd managed not to orgasm this time, but you still feel drained. More so than you should be.

"Still alive after such a long draining; remarkable vitality." The Lich rasps, clinically.

A chill resettles in your body. Somehow you'd managed to fend off the dread for this horror incarnate. You'd only heard about life drain in stories. To think that you'd somehow experienced it and come out alive while barely noticing the ordeal.

You are sure that the only reason you are alive now is thanks to whatever essence you'd managed to absorb from the Nekt.