“Ohhhhh, yes,” she moans, cradling the back of my head. “Suck them like a tot. I would feed you my milk, my sweet, if I had any to give.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan around her, sucking harder. I fondle her left breast as I suck upon her right. I press my free hand between my thighs, fingers tracing the hot seam of my cunt. My clit throbs with need and I begin to stroke it as I lick and suck at Nellie’s plump breast.
“Do not neglect the other,” she moans, urging me with her hand to pop her glistening nipple from my mouth and kiss my way over to the other. I lick it and take it into my mouth just as hungrily. No cream spurts from her nipple, but I suck just as eagerly as if it had, nursing the fat bud of her nipple. Gods, what a bounty she would provide if she ever did give birth.
I feel movement against me. Nellie has also thrust a hand between her legs. Her shapely thighs are parted and I can make out her fingers faintly glistening in the darkness between us as she pumps her digits in and out of her eager cunt. I match her rhythm, suckling even more urgently as I fuck myself with my fingers.
“Yes, oh, yes, my sweet,” she moans, cradling me tightly with her free hand. I whine with pleasure and suck even harder. My lips pop with the slightest break of suction. I batter her fat nipple with my tongue and she throws back her head, pumping her pussy with her slick fingers.
I writhe in her embrace, adding a third finger to the two already stretching my cunt. I pop my lips free of her nipple and kiss her, mashing my breasts against hers as I ride toward my climax. Our tongues swirl together. She moans against me, squeezing me even tighter, jerking her hips and gasping into the shared cove of our kiss.
“Cum with me,” I gasp, the pleasure tightening in my core. “Cum with me, Nellie. Please.”
“Yes,” she gasp. “Oh, my sweet. I am so very close. Suck some more. Suck my… ooooOOH!”
I suckle at her breast again, pulling her nipple into my mouth with rhythmic suction and flicking my tongue against it. The pleasure spikes from my clit into my shuddering depths and I howl with pleasure as I fuck myself on my own fingers. I feel the juice trickling out of my throbbing cunt. I suck harder and Nellie sings with her ecstasy, clinging tight to my body.
“Yes! Ohhhh, Beatrix!” She wails, her head back and her fingers tangled in my hair. She bucks against her thrusting fingers and I buck against mine, joined in the moment, in the sweet, soft flesh of her breast filling my eager mouth. I suck and suck, waves of pleasure washing over me, until Nellie finally cries out, “Ahh! Too hard!”
Laughing, we kiss once more, spent and languid, our hunger melting into the fireside afterglow. We curl together on the bedroll, using the blanket of whatever poor creature inhabited this cave before us. It smells like mildew, but this close to the fire it is still pleasant and warm. With the beautiful elf in my arms, I am almost able to forget where we are and what has happened.
I dream of her. We are together under the sun in a golden field. She takes my hand and we run together without walls to imprison us or gods to judge us.
I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.
It moves.
I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.
“Something was here,” I explain.
“What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”
She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?
“Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”
“Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”
“Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.
“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”
The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.
I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.
CONTINUE >
Surrender eagerly to the mimic
“I give up,” I say, tossing my sword eagerly aside. A hot thrill rises from my core at the madness of what I am doing, but I cannot deny my urge. I laughs as I tell the leering mimic, “Do whatever you want with me! I am done trying to fight my way through this dungeon!”
“Really? Even with your friend digesting inside me?” The chest sneers. “You know this means I’m gonna eat you too, right, sweetheart?”
“If that’s what you want,” I moan, a tremor of desire quaking in my thighs.
“Heh heh heh, you’re such a dirty girl,” the mimic laughs. “Come closer, sweetheart. We can have some fun before I swallow you up. Before I dissolve you and your friend and turn you into treasure.”
“Ohhh,” I moan, the thought of melting away inside the mimic sending another peal of lust through my body. Am I sick? Am I insane? I don’t care, I just want to give everything to the mimic! I stumble towards him, tearing buttons on my blouse in my haste to take it off. I shed it from my shoulders, my pert breasts thrusting forward.
Two pink tentacles reach from inside the mimic, tickling over my breasts and spreading slime on my skin and my stiff nipples. Warmth seeps into my flesh, stoking the fire in my core and deepening my acceptance of whatever the mimic wants to do with my body. More tentacles slip and slide into the legs of my trousers. They burst the seams and tear away my pants, curl into my panties, and rip them away like damp paper. I gasp as my body is totally exposed to the monster’s leering crimson gaze.
“In all my time luring beauties into my chest, I’ve never met one quite as eager as you.” The chest draws me against his hard body. When the lid opens, warmth and a faintly pleasant smell emerges. His slimy tentacles squeeze and caress my breasts. Two more fondle my ass, spreading my cheeks before releasing them and teasing over my pussy. The mimic chuckles, “I could swallow you up right now. Slurp you in like I did to your friend. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” I cry, quaking in his slimy tentacles. “I want to be with Nellie.”
“She is a sweet one, that elf,” he murmurs, adding more tentacles to squeeze and play with my breasts. “So plentiful. Why, I could almost fill my chest with glittering gold using just her. But two pretty girls are twice as nice.”
“Y-yes,” I whimper as his tentacles begin to push into my sopping cunt and wriggle against my anus. Two of them wrap tightly around the stiff pebbles of my nipples, binding them tightly and tugging on them.
“But you want it too badly, sweetheart,” he laughs, releasing me from his tentacles. “You need to work to get inside me. You understand?”
“Work?” My mind is reeling and my body is overheated and covered in slime from the mimic’s tentacles.
One of the mimic’s purple tentacles rises in front of my face. It is thicker than the pink tentacles and tipped with a fat cock with a frilled cockhead, ribbed shaft, and a base of strange bulging bumps that vibrate intermittently like the rattle of a venomous snake.
“Work,” growls the mimic. “Prove you want in and I’ll let you in. All you have to do—”
I don’t wait for him to tell me what to do. I want it so bad, I grab hold of his cock tentacle and engulf the fat, dripping tip of his cock in my eager mouth. The mimic moans with surprise as I swirl my tongue around his tip, suck hard enough to hollow my cheeks, and work my hands on the slimy shaft. My fingers bump over the ridged ri
ngs along his cock shaft and the bump buzz each time I make contact with them. I take him deeper into my mouth, pressing to the back of my throat and tasting the sweet slime oozing from his cockhead. I swallow the slime down and the warmth I feel in my flesh begins to spread inside me.
“Ooohh that’s good, sweetheart,” moans the mimic, two of his tentacles massaging my breasts once more as a third curls around the back of my head and pushes more of his cock into my mouth. He’s not rough, but he urges me to suck him deeper and more vigorously. I bob and slurp on him, standing in front of him and letting him fondle my naked body.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan around him, stroking the shaft and sliding my lips up and down with greater urgency. The tentacle on my head slides down my back, teasing my crack before arriving at my pussy. He begins stroking and spreading the lips of my cunt. I moan even louder around that cock, sucking it deeper and finally gulping it into my throat.
“That’s the good stuff, baby,” he moans. “Put a foot up here, sweetstuff. Let me have a look at that human pussy.”
I lift a foot unsteadily and rest it on the open rim of his chest. I can see Nellie writhing inside the membrane as I stand with one foot on the chest and the other on the ground. This pose allows one of the mimic’s gleaming red eyes to stare directly between my legs. I feel oddly embarrassed. I’ve surrendered my life to this creature and yet I am humiliated by the lewd way it is staring at my cunt. I try to keep sucking; keep gulping that thick cock into my throat.
“Ohhhhh, that looks good,” laughs the mimic, gazing upon my slick folds. “You need some dick for that little hole, don’t you?”
“MMmmmnnhhhnngggnn,” I answer, my throat squeezing around his cock as I force myself to bob onto his cock. It should be uncomfortable or even choking me, but the slimy cock feels wonderful sliding in and out of my throat.
A second purple tentacle emerges from the depths of the chest. This one seems even thicker and slimier than the one fucking my throat. The head of the cock lines up against the hot seam of my pussy. The tip gently parts my folds, teasing inside me.
“Yes, you’re a needy slut. You want this big cock. You can’t wait to be covered in my slime and dissolving. You nasty human slut! Take it!” The mimic thrusts his cock into my hungry cunt, driving so deep that even the bumps at the base are lodges inside my cunt. I wail with pleasure, cumming in that first stroke, my body seeming to explode with ecstasy so intense my foot nearly slips off the rim of the chest.
“MMMnnnnnn!” I cry around the cock fucking in and out of my throat. The cock in my pussy begins to move, powering through my clenching walls, bumps vibrating and twisting inside my pussy. I rock my hips and ride against the cock, fucking myself, my ass clenching and tentacle-wrapped tits quivering. A second orgasm overlaps the first. It is followed by a third, rippling through me with such intensity that my leg finally gives out.
“Got ya!” The mimic laughs, catching me in a web of his tentacles and holding me upright. “Almost there, sweetie! Gonna fill your holes so good!”
A third cock slides between my cheeks. I’m still shuddering from an orgasm as a slimy cock pushes into my asshole and fills me with hard, vibrating meat. I am completely at the mercy of the mimic. I understand it now. I’m just a toy for his pleasure. A meal for him. Something to be used as a lure for more victims. On my fifth orgasm, his cock explode in perfect unison. They jerk and throb and hot cum pours down my throat, gushes into my ass, and floods my fertile pussy.
There is no pregnancy. No curse to turn me into the mimic’s mate. His cum is just another part of his digestive process and the warm slime begins to seep into my flesh.
I am on my tenth orgasm, trembling, barely conscious, as he finally draws me into the open membrane inside the chest. Nellie moans and embraces me as the tentacles lower me gently into her arms. The tentacles never stop. Even as I kiss and writhe against Nellie, the pink tentacles are fondling me and the purple tentacles are fucking me.
This is my life now, I realize. For as long as it takes to digest me, I will be a toy for pleasure trapped inside the mimic.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Nellie moans between kisses.
“Yes,” I gasp. I agree with her. It is wonderful to be doomed inside the mimic.
CONTINUE >
Transformed by the mimic
It takes days. Nellie and I become a soup of pleasure. At first it seems our bodies are melting together and into the tentacles that incessantly pleasure us. Then we are literally melting together, our shapes softening and joining breast-to-breast and lips-to-lips. The pleasure only grows more intense. It is as if I can feel Nellie’s body through mine.
On the eighth day, I realize I can no longer move. Nellie moans helplessly beside me. I can only stare up at the flexing inside of the mimic. Tentacles prod and shape our bodies, molding our flesh together and creating a new form out of our intertwined bodies. There is a flash of light and I begin to shimmer. I am gold, formed into the shape of a sword. My body and Nellie’s body form the blade, the cross bar, the grip, and the pommel. Our original shapes – of slender human and shapely elf – are represented in the grip of the sword, but we are the entirety of it, united forever in its golden shape.
Days pass. Weeks maybe. I forget myself and my friend. I know she is here, but we cannot speak to each other. Time is a difficult thing when you are an inanimate object.
I hear muffled voices. I strain to make out what is being said. One voice, gruff and overpowering, belongs the mimic that has so intimately shaped us. The other voice is male. Familiar. I can just make out its words.
“…my ex-girlfriends again?” The voice asks.
“Not at all,” growls the mimic. “You don’t throw me nothing down here.”
“I’m afraid I don’t believe you,” the voice says, getting closer. “I think I’m going to have a look.”
“Sure, come see all my treasure,” the mimic replies.
The lid swings open and I feel myself being pushed upward like a surfacing crocolid. The body I share with my friend is atop a pile of coins, gems, wands, bits of armor, and other trinkets. Tentacles writhe around the base of the pile of treasure, hidden from the view of anyone unless they lean directly over the open chest.
“You remember what happens if you try to touch me with those tentacles of yours, right?” The newcomer speaks with a hint of warning in his voice. That voice is so very familiar. Who was I before I was this sword? Did I know this man?
“Yeah, you have magic tricks,” says the mimic. “I won’t touch.”
A man appears above me. I can see him clearly. He is bearded and handsome. His smile fades a little as he gazes down at me and the twinkle in his eyes dims.
“Oh, dear,” he says, reaching down and holding the sword I share with my friend in his hands. “Beatrix? Nellie? I didn’t expect this for the two of you.”
“They were easy to trick,” laughs the mimic.
The man turns us over in his hands, admiring us from every side.
“They are fair likenesses,” says the man as he rubs his thumb over the grip of the sword. “Though I think Beatrix’s ass was a little rounder.”
“I am an artist and I am entitled to interpret my subjects,” says the mimic.
“Very well,” says the man and he lowers us back onto the treasure pile. “I sense some life force lingering in them. Nellie, Beatrix, if you can still hear me: I apologize that you ended up this way. Unfortunately, there is no curing your condition. But I hope you enjoyed your visit in my dungeon.”
He steps back and the lid closes over us. I feel sad to see him go, but I’m not really certain who Beatrix and Nellie are nor why this man was apologizing.
“Don’t worry,” says the mimic. “I’ll take good care of ‘em for you.”
The tentacles caress my golden body in the darkness. I know the mimic will keep me safe. I will be happy here forever.
THE END
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Brides of the
slime
Each day, the lair grows smaller as the zyggoth grows larger. My body tangles with Nellie’s upon the slimy floor. We gasp and writhe, our limbs entwined, our mouths formed into wordless moans of pleasure.
My breasts are almost as large as Nellie’s were when we met those months ago. Her mounds seem to have doubled in size. They are engorged and marked with dark veins just beneath her pale skin. Her fat nipples are clutched in the translucent mouths of two tentacles of slime. Our beloved mate drinks greedily, suckling from my breasts as he suckles from Nellie’s. Our milk trickles upwards into the slimy tendrils, fading away into a discoloration of the slime and provide steady nourishment to our beloved mate.
“Ooooooohhh,” I croon as another pang wracks my womb.
With several rapid, pleasurable contractions, I feel the warm gush of the slime leaving my body. I squeeze my inner muscles and push it the rest of the way out of my hot channel. The little slime exits my womb, burbling softly before sliding into the embrace of its father.
My spawn is a slightly darker shade of purple; Nellie’s are peachy pink in color. Our mate lowers the newborn slimes gently through the hatch and lets them slide off into the world to find their way. Sometimes, when our mate is away, I have the pleasure of nursing my little slimes against my breasts. Holding them in my arms, watching them fill with the swirls of my milk and grow so quickly is one of the most wonderful feelings, but I also know that Bloo deserves my cream.
“So good,” moans Nellie, rolling onto her hands and knees as the slimy tendrils slurp the trickling milk from her teats. Her huge breasts shudder and she tilts her hips, another slime plopping out of her slippery pussy.
“Yes,” I gasp, bucking my hips and pushing out another slime. “Yes! It is heaven! Oooooooh!”
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