She works for relief.

You decide not to be entirely cruel to your catch. Of course, you expect to get something back in exchange.

You extend another tendril, reaching forwards as you squelch closer a bit. You pause, "looking" back. Another tendril appears from your other side, reaching out and pushing a loose rock into the mouth of the cave, blocking passage while allowing for some air circulation-- enough to keep the Ranger--Rhiannon-- from passing out. She jumps at the sound of rock scraping along rock, muscles stiffening nervously as she registered what you'd done. Reabsorbing the second tentacle, you return your focus to your new friend.

"Eheheh..." she laughs nervously, watching your admittedly menacing, slow approach. "H-hey... Look, I'm sorry 'bout what I said before... Y-you're clearly pretty strong for a slime..." She clears her throat, apparently trying to think of what else she might say to dissuade you. If you could, you would laugh at this-- like she has a chance of that working. You extend another tendril in her direction, this one longer and reaching out more quickly. The fact that it stops about a foot in front of her face in seconds causes her to jump again. With another nervous laugh, she leans as far away from the tentacle as she can manage. She recoils, however, feeling the other tendril poke into her cheek-- it had been subtly extending while her focus was elsewhere. "H-hey... Y-you don't have to do anything... w-weird..."

Finally, you are at her feet. You pause for a moment, letting your proximity sink in with her. She swallows anxiously, opens her mouth to speak again, and you strike.

The second tendril shoots into her mouth, causing a muffled shriek of surprise to echo through her throat. It's you're turn to be surprised-- the reverberation of her throat around your tentacle feels amazing. Thankfully, the Morph Stability ability appears to be a passive one. This eggs you onward, your other tentacle reaching for her bra. She slaps at it with one hand, the other trying to pull your tentacle from her throat. Disgruntled, you let the tentacle heat up harshly. She screams in pain at the searing gelatin stuffing her face. Satisfied, you reduce the temperature again. She lets go, but continues fighting off the one aiming towards her chest. Looks like a new strategy is in order.

You catch both of her wrists the next time she fights you off. She attempts to gasp, allowing your tendril to sink further down her throat, as you jerk her arms above her head, securing them firmly by wrapping around them. Another tendril shoots out of your form, wrapping around the center of her bra and tugging sharply. The fabric tears free cleanly and you toss it carelessly aside. She screams wordless protests from beyond your tentacle as you send two more tendrils to pull her legs apart. Her head writhes violently back and forth in protest as you reach for her panties, entering from one of the leg holes. You don't rip them off immediately, however.

She jumps, a sharp squeak coming from her stuffed throat as you slide along her nether lips. Every muscle in her body stiffens, her lungs struggling as you stroke her. She remains silent until you pull the underwear free, another squeak squeezing past your tentacle. Her body trembles as you continue to play with her, tickling at her lips and clit. You send two more tentacles up to fondle and tease her breasts. Finally, she watches you with wide eyes as you probe between her labia. She struggles and protests again as you push inwards. You marvel at her tightness, meeting no resistance as you continue onward. When you finally hit a barrier, it's strong, unyielding. You look up at her face. Her eyes are trying to roll, one of them twitching slightly.

As you start pulling back slightly, a moan resonates through her throat. Even muffled as it is, you can tell that it is inspired not only by pain, but by pleasure. Her struggles made it clear that she did not want this. You feel a bit giddy at the thought that you were putting her through something she was fully against having happen-- exactly the way you felt every time you were stepped on.

You pull both the tentacle in her pussy and the one in her mouth back almost all the way, then begin a rhythm of pounding the two in and out of her alternately. It takes little time for her to start moaning involuntarily. You feel the liquids inside of you starting to churn. Somehow, you just know that you are going to spill it out into her. Maybe there's a way that you can make that useful.

Then you remember one of your new skills.

Calming waters.

You feel a change in the water you had absorbed, almost as if it has been magically charged. Soon after, you release it in jets through the tendrils pumping in and out of her. A shudder runs through her body, the muscles in her pussy expanding and contracting around your tentacle, a scream of ecstasy struggling out of her throat. Her eyes are fully rolled, her muscles stiff, back arched, toes curled. As you finish spilling your liquids inside her pussy and throat, you pull out. She remains in place, shuddering stiffly. Moments later, she started to relax. Suddenly, she starts coughing, gasping for breath. Once she catches it, she stares at you with wide eyes.

"Wh-what..." she starts breathlessly, "wh-what did you put in me...?"

Rather than respond, you contemplate whether or not she has earned relief from the heat.