Squirmy queen given form

Seeming standing on the water is a naked woman with voluptuous curves and an ample breasts.

A sight for sore eyes if it weren't for the fact that she is made of countless squirming squirmies.

Casting up a webbed hand, a water arrow flies towards her and shoots right between the construct's cleavage. A hole opens up and a few squirmies go flying but the creature made of worms acts completely unfazed.

Instead, and to your utmost horror, she steps onto the raft. You throw yourself back knocking over the Lich just as it was about to cast another spell. It turns and points a finger, you splash it with a ball of water to the face.

In awkward bounding leaps, you make your way over to the far end of the raft and are about to jump into the water.

A sphere of squirmies arise from the water in front of you and you flinch back.

The sphere tuns into a face, shoulders, a pare of generous boobs crowned with pert nipples. You hear the Lich whisper something behind you but your attention is consumed by the female figure in front of you.

You webbed ears are folded tightly backwards and your gills slits are sucked tightly closed as you stare up at the horror.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

The words caress you from the tip of your dorsal fin around your hips and up your belly. A full body shiver wracks you and even your breathing shudders.

Something cold wraps around the wrist of your tail fin anchoring you to the raft.

"It is my proudest creation~ Faffnir. Queen of these worms."

The words crawl up over your chest, up your bared neck and into you gaping mouth as the squirmy monstrosity towering over you bows to seemingly take a better look at you.

Your webbed ears flare and your thoughts suddenly clear. You flinch back your teeth klick shut and glance quickly around finding to your dismay a dark energy wrapped around your fishtail.

The Lich stares back at you from where it is squatting on the raft with its grinning visage and flickering blue-flamed gaze.

It must have cast a spell on you to muddle your thoughts and heighten your terror, you think uneasily.

A cool hand closes around your jaw and your heart lurches. You can't help but gasp and twitch as the touch of a thousand squirmies stimulate the sensitive skin of your face and neck. Unable to stop a short keen leaving your throat.

"This one's energy signature is slightly familiar." The monstrosity ponders with an ethereal voice but unlike the invasive telepathy of the Lich it feels like cool water, involuntarily soothing your nerves even as it turns your head back forcefully to examine you with a seemingly eyeless face.

"Indeed?" Inquires the Lich a cool skeletal hand traces patterns over your scales.

You try to slap it with your tail, but it is anchored firmly to the raft. You try to push away the squirmy queen, but your webbed hand sinks through her breast, enveloped almost eagerly by the writhing mass of worms.

Desperately you try to call a final time on something deep inside you. You feel something swell from within you. and you urge it to sweep that creature away.

A shadow falls over you and you see the Squirmy queen looks up as if it had eyes to see.

The raft is suddenly hit by a tidal wave of water. The water's **** is so strong it even knocks you flat though you are anchored to the raft by your tail.