by Rowan Bree
The ooze spreads up your thighs, then swallows you to your hips. It is warm and slippery against your most sensitive places. You can feel it pulsing there, then bulging like a finger to prod at your openings.
You shift to get more comfortable. Your legs barely move through the viscous material. It has moved higher now, gliding along your stomach and up to your breasts. The slippery warmth against your nipples makes you shudder. You fear it will suffocate you as it engulfs your shoulders, your neck. But the fear subsides as the relaxing warmth fills your body.
You feel the bulges below your waist begin to lengthen and the ooze push itself inside of you. You moan softly as the ooze fills and fits to your holes. When you move it feels like your whole body is being massaged with warm oil. The stimulation is too much. A single tendril of it creeps up your chin and into your mouth, stifling your moans. The ooze pulses inside of you. You come, your whole body shuddering inside the gelatinous mass.
The ooze slowly seeps back down into the bath. You get out, not sure you could handle another orgasm like that.
The ooze leaves you slimy and still feeling full, even after you’ve stepped out of the bath. Your stomach is bulging slightly. You reach down between your legs and feel something inside of you, a smooth jelly surface. You bear down and a cluster of formless gelatinous blobs plop out of you. They sit quivering on the floor, baby jellies that will grow into their own organism. You think you might like to keep some as a pet.
You wipe the slime from your skin and rejoin the party. Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been up to.
Go to him.
Pursue other pleasures.
You decline the couple’s invitation and stay with the centaur. He pours you a goblet of wine and you take a sip.
“Know much about centaurs?” he asks.
You shake your head. Not that you remember, anyway.
“But you do know of our reputation at least.”
That you do remember. It’s hard to forget when tales of the noble race’s ways with women are legend.
He reaches over to stroke your leg. You hear a moan and glance up to see a pair of deeply tanned elves licking and sucking each other in the middle of the room. Everyone else seems too occupied with their own lusts to pay them much mind. The centaur pulls you closer to him.
There isn’t nearly enough wine left in your goblet. The centaur pours more. You drink deeply.
“You didn’t come here just to drink wine and watch the others,” he says.
No, you didn't mean to come here at all you think. But now that you’re here there’s only one thing on your mind. You get up and feel the wine rush to your head. You giggle as you fall against the centaur.
“Over here,” the centaur says, pulling you over to a window alcove. Anyone looking up towards the castle could see you here, your naked body quivering with excitement. The night air is warm. Your breath heaves in your chest.
The centaur kisses you taking what little breath you had left. You kiss him back as long as you can before breaking away for air. He kisses your cheek and down your neck as you catch your breath.
“Turn around,” he says, still kissing his way down your neck and across your shoulders. He bends you over the windowsill, caressing and kissing your body.
He asks if you are ready and you nod. He rests his forelegs up on the windowsill and moves on top of you. You can feel the flared head of his cock hit your backside and you reach back to stroke its length. You slide it between your thighs and rub it against your pussy. You won’t be able to fit it all in, but you will try your best. You massage the tip with your palm until the both of you are wet. You will need all the help you can get to fit this beast inside of you.
You move the centaur’s cock to your entrance, testing your readiness.
“Go slow,” the centaur tells you.
You push against him and feel yourself stretching until his head pops inside you. You let out a gasp and the centaur chuckles.
“Easy now.”
You let your body open up bit by bit to take him in, every inch making you hornier. You slide back onto his cock until you can go no further. Your pussy clenches and you quiver.
The centaur asks if you are okay.
You moan in response and push back on him. He fucks you slowly at first but encouraged by your reaction starts going harder. His cock is drenched by your arousal and so are your quaking thighs as he drives himself into you.
Your moans are loud, echoing across the castle grounds. Surely someone will hear you even over the din of the feast.
The centaur lets out a groan and you can feel his seed dripping down your thigh. Each time he thrusts into you more of his cum dribbles out of you. Finally his cock goes limp and slips out of you. You can feel your filled pussy gaping. You stop to catch your breath.
“You won’t be able to go back out like this,” the centaur says. “Let me help.” You hear him shift behind you and feel his hands on your thighs, then a tongue.
The centaur lovingly licks you clean. You enjoy the gentle warmth of his tongue and lips on your skin. When he is done you put back on your dress and follow him back to the party.
Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been doing with the centaur.
Go to him.
Pursue other pleasures.
You politely take your leave of the centaur and join the couple.
The minotaur grabs your hand as the elf pulls him into an adjoining room.
“I’m glad we met you tonight,” the elf says. “Minotaurs are insatiable and I can never satisfy him on my own.”
You admire the elf as the minotaur goes to sit on the bed. Her breasts are pert with upturned nipples. Her hips follow a slight curve to her slim thighs. Just looking at her you can guess she is incredibly flexible.
The elf returns your gaze. She smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself. What do you think?” she asks the minotaur.
He replies, “I think I want you both over here. Now.”
“After you,” the elf says.
You go to the minotaur. His lusty eyes take in your body. His fingers graze your buttocks. You his hard cock straining for your touch.
Attend to his cock.
Kiss him.
You kneel before the minotaur. He strokes your hair, encouraging you as you bring your lips to his flared head. His taste makes you shiver, his flesh soft and warm against your tongue.
The elf climbs onto the bed next to him, kissing him as you attend to his cock. He fondles her breasts and tickles between her thighs. His fingers come away wet with her arousal.
She looks down at you, her cheeks blushed. You slide your mouth along the minotaur’s cock, taking him as deep as you can go. The minotaur groans and his grip tightens on your hair. He slips one of his fingers of the other hand inside the elf as you feel the tip of his cock reach your throat.
You continue to pleasure him with your mouth as the elf grinds against his fingers. Not too long after you hear the elf coming and feel the minotaur’s cock twitch in your mouth. You aren’t about to let him cum yet. He groans as his slick cock pops out of your mouth. He lies back on the bed.
You climb up to join the couple.
Straddle the minotaur’s cock.
Straddle the minotaur’s face.
The elf kneels before him. He strokes her hair, encouraging her as she brings her lips to his flared head. His taste makes her shiver with pleasure.
“Come here,” he tells you.
You climb onto the bed next to him, kissing him as the elf attends to his cock. The coarse fur on his face slides through your fingers as you stroke his cheek. His thick bovine tongue feels almost like a cock inside your mouth. You suck on it, massaging it with your own much smaller one.
He fondles your breasts and tickles between
your thighs. His fingers come away wet with your arousal.
You look down at the elf. Her cheeks are blushed. She slides her lips along the minotaur’s cock, taking him as deep as she can go. The minotaur groans and his grip tightens on her hair. He slips one of his fingers of the other hand inside you as you watch the elf deep throat him.
The elf continues to pleasure him with her mouth as you grind against his fingers. Not too long after you feel yourself coming.
The minotaur too looks like he is about to cum, but the elf won’t let him. He groans as his slick cock pops out of her mouth, then lies back on the bed. You fall against him, his fingers still inside you.
The elf climbs up to join you.
Straddle the minotaur’s cock.
Straddle the minotaur’s face.
You straddle the minotaur’s cock, teasing it with your wet pussy.
The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s head, facing you. His thick tongue laps at her thighs, licking up her juices. She grinds down on him and you see his tongue enter her.
You too want him inside you and grasp his cock in both hands. You savor the feeling of his flared head coaxing you open.
The elf leans forward and gently stops you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says. “This one’s particularly good at getting us non-minotaur women pregnant and I wouldn’t want you to leave us with something extra tonight.”
You keep his cock pressed against your entrance, aching to let it inside you. But the elf’s warning stops you from going any further.
“It’s okay,” she says. “There are plenty of other ways for us to pleasure each other.” She grinds against the minotaur’s snout and lets out a moan.
Make use of your hands and mouth instead.
Take his cock inside you another way.
You straddle the minotaur’s face, teasing his snout with your wet pussy. The elf positions herself over the minotaur’s cock. She rubs her pussy against his length.
The minotaur’s thick tongue laps at your thighs, licking up your juices. You grind down on him and feel his tongue enter you. It fills you as well as any cock could, and its dexterity allows him to massage you in ways a cock couldn’t.
You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. The elf tells you the minotaur has never failed to impregnate the women he mates, so you avoid any activities that might get you pregnant. But everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.
When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.
Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been up to.
Go to him.
Pursue other pleasures.
You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths, massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies. You avoid any activities that might get you pregnant, but everything else is fair game. And the couple is quite good at what they do.
When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.
Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been up to.
Go to him.
Pursue other pleasures.
You need to have the minotaur inside you and know how to get around the elf’s warning. You slide the head of his cock backwards until it rests between your butt cheeks.
His slick cock enters you easily, flared head and all. You are better able to receive his full length this way than any other, and the minotaur seems to appreciate it. He moans against the elf’s pussy as you fuck him with your ass.
You spend quite some time with the couple pleasuring each other, fucking and massaging and tasting and getting well acquainted with every curve and fold of their bodies even after the minotaur has cum deep inside you. The couple is quite good at what they do, and so are you.
When you are utterly spent you lie together on the bed, enjoying the warm night air coming in from an open window. Eventually you extract yourself from the pair and return to the party.
Vale catches your eye from across the room. The way he looks at you makes your knees weak. You’re sure he knows what you’ve been up to.
Go to him.
Pursue other pleasures.
You go to Vale and tell him you want him.
“You know I can’t touch you,” he says.
You give him a look that says you’re not taking no for an answer.
“I guess I have no choice,” he replies.
He takes you away from the party to his guest chambers. The room is lit with red candles like those at the party and there is an earthy, floral scent to the air. The mage has you turn around so he can undo your dress. His leather-clad fingers slide along your spine. The dress slips to the floor and you step out of it.
Vale softly massages your breasts from behind. You can feel his breath on your neck but he is careful not to touch you.
“You never told me why,” you say.
Vale’s fingers circle your nipple. “I sacrificed a part of myself when I opened my body to the Old Ones. There is a part missing from my soul, carved out to give space to those who possess me. It is like a black hole, able to suck in any soul that touches it. And if anything with a soul were to touch me directly, they would find themselves forever trapped inside me. Only death would free us from each other.”
You try to imagine sharing Vale’s body. You would be able to feel his pleasure, his pain, and hear his thoughts. It would be far more intimate than anything you could do to him now. But you would be stuck inside his body, unable to move freely through the world.
Vale’s hands slip between your legs. His gloved fingers are soon wet. You ache to have him inside you, to feel his tongue against your skin, but you understand why you can’t.
You rub his cock through his robe feeling it get harder. Vale moans weakly, his fingers moving faster against your clit.
“Turn around,” he says and you turn to face him. The lust in his eyes makes it harder to hold back.
He takes something from his robe, a smooth glass rod with a bulb at one end. You brace yourself against him and raise one leg, hooking it around his waist. He slides the dildo into your pussy. It soon warms from your heat. You close your eyes and imagine Vale inside you. It’s the closest you will ever get to what you really want.
Epilogue.
You give Vale a teasing smile and turn away. The night is young and you are not done yet.
You spend the rest of the night enjoying the pleasures of the party, following whatever your heart desires in the moment. Vale stays apart from the revelry, watching you with that hungry look in his eyes. He never once touches another though he could have anyone he wants. He only has eyes for you.
Epilogue.
You tell Hawke to be careful. He nods and enters the ship.
The moon is ripe in the sky. The sea is calm as it laps at the shore. You scan the docks. No movement. No sound either.
You hope Hawke’s men just decided to turn in early, or maybe explore Tyven while their chief is away. You don’t know much about the sea tribes, but you know enough about men to assume at least some of them would be lured away from their duties by the capital and its nighttime vices.
Movement on the deck catches your eye, but when you turn to look all you see is a wet patch catching the moonlight. You didn’t notice it before, but it doesn’t look like blood. It is too translucent. You kneel down to take a closer look.
It appears to be some sort of oil
, or sap. It’s slick to the touch, a bit gelatinous. It reminds you most of a jellyfish. Must be the remains of whatever fish they caught today. You wipe your fingers on your dress and stand up.
There are more of the patches now, making mottled patterns on the deck. There is no way you didn’t notice them before. They must have just appeared. You start to feel afraid and instinct tells you to get Hawke. You hurry after him, stepping in one of the puddles as you near the door. Your foot sticks. You scream. The gelatinous liquid starts moving up your leg, crawling like something alive. You try to wrench yourself away but the liquid is too fast. It is growing and bubbling out between the deck’s planks, moving steadily upwards past your knees and towards your waist. You lose your balance and fall over.
The ooze spreads up your thighs, slipping underneath your panties as it swallows you to your hips. It is warm and slippery against your most sensitive places. You can feel it pulsing there, then bulging like a finger to prod at your openings.
You scream louder for Hawke, desperately kicking at the ooze though your legs barely move through the viscous material. It has moved higher now, gliding along your stomach and up to your breasts. The slippery warmth against your nipples makes you shudder. You fear it will suffocate you as it engulfs your shoulders, your neck. A single tendril of it creeps up your chin and into your mouth, stifling your cries.