Mez

To her astonishment, it was a familiar face. Mez the elven mage was limping through the cave ahead of her, glancing furtively back and forth as he went. The edges of his robe were charred. He never did mind the backblast on those fireballs. He seemed to be on alert, but Mez was not the most attentive person at the best of times, and it was the easiest thing in the world to slide around him and lurk in his path.

Teysa had never really liked Mez. He was arrogant and supercilious, and his contempt for her faith was barely disguised at the best of times. He had some history with Aliara, but whatever had been between them, all that was left was patronizing scorn. He had the slight build common to full-blooded elves, and his body was lithe and hairless. His chest and stomach were flat, but he had surprisingly wide hips. His feminine appearance had started more than one bar fight with mocking humans and dwarves, but he wasn't one to shy away from **** if he felt it was warranted. Rodrik was the only one who could really tolerate him, but his spells had been invaluable on too many occasions to count. He was resourceful and cunning, and braver than he looked. This might be difficult.

As Teysa stared at him, waiting to pounce, an unfamiliar hunger rose up from deep inside her. She needed to feed. Needed. But the craving was unusual. She needed something from him. But what?

As Mez passed her hiding place, she struck. Two thick bundles of tentacles shot out for his wrists. Got to immobilize him, fast. They wrapped him tightly, constricting, pulling in...

Nothing but a puff of foul air. Teysa snarled as the illusion dissipated. Too easy.

Mez couldn't be far. He must be injured, maybe missing spell components. Teysa scanned the cave. There! A stalagmite sat incongruously close to its neighbor-- the rest were evenly spaced. She slithered over to it and reared up. The moment before she struck, the stalagmite unfolded in a way that hurt to look at, and Mez was there, lightning crackling from his hands. "Monster! Avaunt!" His voice was quavery and lacked some of its customary bravado. The lightning, though, was as real as ever. He raised his hands and a bolt earthed itself into Teysa's body. She spasmed, her body temporarily losing its cohesion, as the electricity passed through her. "Auuuuugh!" Her cry was gravelly, even to her own ears. The next bolt missed, though, passing harmlessly into a pool of water.

Sparks still crawling up and down her sides, she dove for Mez. He tried to dodge but stumbled on the edge of his robe and pitched over. It only took him a second to regain his footing, but that was all the time she needed. Tentacles lashed his wrists and ankles. He struggled in her grip, but he hadn't even been a match for Teysa in her old body. Mages. Lay a hand on them and they go all to pieces. That is, if I had hands...

"Release me, fiend! I warn you, I am a master of the darkest arts! I will conjure a beast from-" Teysa flowed over him, momentarily stunning him into silence. She pushed him down onto his back and oozed across his stomach, her head up, looking him in the eye. "Remember me, Mez?"

"T-t-teysa?!" The bluster disappeared from his voice. "Hells alive, woman, what happened to you?"

"Don't worry about that, Mez. You have something I need. And you're going to give it to me."

"W-what do I have? Teysa, listen. We can fix this. I know someone on the surface. A healer-"

She had reached his head. She pressed her gooey mouth down over his, more to shut up him than anything else. Mez shuddered as her slimy ran into his mouth, but she felt his questing tongue nonetheless. _What a lech! _Meanwhile, she could feel a tingling in her body. Looking down she could see his robe dissolving off. _Well, that's a thing. _It appeared that whatever acid in her slime was doing this, it didn't affect flesh-- he certainly didn't seem to notice. His robe slipped to the sides as enough of the middle disintegrated to compromise the whole thing, and only then did he look down. Pulling away, he stuttered "Teysa, wha?"

She shushed him with a finger on his lips and concentrated, focusing on dissolving his undergarments. With a tiny sound the satin of his smallclothes parted to reveal his cock.

Despite the danger, the close presence of Teysa's soft, warm curves had him excited. His member stood at half mast. Teysa, following her instincts, lowered herself towards it. With a sigh, she felt him penetrate her gooey pussy. It felt incredible; waves of warmth washed over her, centered on her loins. Looking down she could see his cock floating inside her body. It was bizarre and somewhat surreal. Experimentally, she pulled herself up slightly, then slid back down to impale herself deeper. Mez gave a strangled sigh and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Teysa began to ride him with a steady rhythm. Mez's mouth gaped open, his tongue lolling. Experimentally she maneuvered one gooey breast over to his mouth and plopped her nipple inside. His expression didn't change, but she could feel a light suction as he began to lick and suck at her teat. This also felt incredible. A tingle spread from her nipple to engulf her whole upper body. It felt like a sneeze was building.

Waves of pleasure and heat continued to emanate from her pussy and encircle her body. With them came a sense of mounting pressure. She felt dammed up, like something was going to release. Mez was groaning under her and she could feel his cock twitching. She extruded a tentacle towards his hips, sliding between his parted legs and questing towards his ass. With a single shove she slid inside him and began to thrust in and out rapidly. This elicited a reaction-- Mez yelped, but didn't stop sucking on her breast.

With a gasp, Teysa felt all of the energy coursing through her converging. She bore down on Mez, riding him as roughly as she could and pumping furiously in and out of his ass. With a strangled cry he sagged backwards, all of the strength running out of his limbs. She felt his cock twitch once, and then it seemed to explode inside her, pumping his cum deep into her body. The sensation of his warm semen flooding into her slimy body was too much for Teysa. Her tentacles rolled and unrolled and her body jiggled from head to toe as she came. Fireworks went off in her head and she felt utterly drained as she collapsed on top of the elf.

His limp cock slid out of her with a wet pop as she slumped on top of him. He was breathing, but ****. Inside herself, she felt the semen dissolving. With that feeling came realization: this was her food. She felt refreshed, re-energized, and exhilarated. That's all it takes, huh? At least I won't starve.

Wrapping Mez up carefully in her tentacles she set off to find a place to lair. She had an idea that he'd be good for quite a few feedings to come. Hopefully there was some prey down here he could eat-- it would be a shame to lose him before milking every last drop. And after him? Why, surely another brave soul would venture into these caves. She had all the time in the world to wait.

GAME OVER