Something Sweet Draws You Back In (Can't Just Be That Easy, Can It?)

You push your left foot through the sticky sluge, reaching out with your left hand for the bank of the honey pond, when suddenly, a thick string of honey loops around your waist and tugs you off your feet. You soar through the air for a second before slamming into something warm and sticky. You look up to see the Honey Slime Man, smiling down at you, eyes partly closed and oozing hair hanging over his forehead. Before you can react, he wraps his right arm around your throat as his left hand grips your left ass cheek hard.

For a moment, you think he is going to **** you out, until his left hand begins to move farther South, way farther South. His fingers stretch down to the top of your pussy as he plays with your clit, rubbing it and pulling as you grunt. His grip around you isn't tight, but you can't escape him. He holds you in place, close to his chest as his fingers pull your panties further down, before flying back to your groin, and rubbing your pussy up and down the opening of your lips with a soft chuckle of some kind. You try kicking your feet but the honey doesn't let them move, cementing them in with your pants. You can feel something more stiff growing behind you and rubbing up the crack of your ass as it slips under the bottom of your leather chest piece. Realising that it's probably his member becoming erect, you start clawing at his right arm, pulling and scooping clumps of honey from his forearm until his right hand catches your chin between his thumb and index.

He forces your chin and makes you look over your left shoulder where he waits just at your eye level. He stares into your eyes, with his left hand's fingers now finding their way past your pussy lips, slowly sliding in and out, making your grunts louder and longer. You feel his dick rubbing at the same pace, as something very hot trickles down the top of your ass. His right hand quickly pulls the back of your neck in, he leans in with you, bringing you to his smile before jerking you into a closed mouth kiss. You try to keep your mouth closed, but you can taste the honey leaking past your lips, sweeter than before and piping hot. He pushes his tongue against your lips, tempting you to open as his left hand goes faster, jumping in and out with three of his big fingers. His tougne is as hot as whatever is dripping down your waist behind you.

Your knees start shacking again, thinking about the honey just past your stubborn mouth. You can smell the sugary musk of a vanilla cinnamon mix, smothering your mind, taunting you with what you shouldn't have. Your hands hang from his right forearm, you don't want to give this thing control, but his exploitation of your strong sweet tooth is difficult to resist. You are just about a hard addict for the honey and if you can't break free soon, there would be nothing you wouldn't do for just a spoonful. His grip is like iron despite him being partly translucent and with a weak sticky gel like surface skin.

The **** against your lips keeps getting stronger, his pushing letting more hot honey leak in and onto your tastebuds. You can barely support yourself with how much is put against your will. You are sweating, shivering, starring into his big light caramel eyes with a single circle of light brown to show you where he is looking. You need to overcome the honey, just get past the sudden testing of might and suffer through the quick flash of withdrawal until he gives up. You can manage that, you can get over the honey... Right?