#eldritch thoughts

You fucked up again. The thought slides slippery through your brain as the alraune offers you more nectar.

You were... supposed... You were adventuring and... fuck...

You can't form a cohesive thought as the sap coats your throat. The alraune's vines wrap around you tighter, pulling you close against her. Her giggles fill your ears, drowning out the distant thrum of panic.

What were you doing again?

Another drop of sap tastes your tongue, and you forget the answer. Vines crawl over you, writhing and wriggling, sliding in and out of you.

You were supposed to be doing... something... and then... but you...

All you can do is start and stop, shuddering into an orgasm you barely recognize.

You need to get out of here. You need... to... relax? Relaxing seems nice. And the sap tastes so good. And the vines make you feel so good. Why do you need to get out of here?

You pulse with another orgasm, the alraune drinking every last drop up.

All you can do is moan. You thought you were standing, but she's holding you. It's very nice of her, you're really sleepy.

You suckle down more sap eagerly. You just need a minute, then you'll remember.

It's probably not that important.

The alraune giggles again, dumb and ditzy... or maybe that's you. Oh well... you... have... oh never mind. It's so much easier to just float. You drift, drinking and cumming.

You're drooling, but she's got your hands all tangled up in vines. Maybe it's okay, she wouldn't be fucking your face if she was worried about a mess.

Killing slimes was supposed to be an easy way to make some money. They are practically just balloons you have to pop.

It was your fault you didn’t keep your guard up, your fault that when you had to pee in the bushes, you didn’t go that far.

You got ambushed with your pants around your ankles and well… one wriggled inside you. The damn thing was surprisingly agile and determined. By the time you had fended off the other attacks well… it was too late.

You couldn’t exactly go fishing around your cunt in the middle of the woods to try and pull a slime out of yourself.

Though maybe you should have at least tried, because you can feel it pressing deeper, worming its way further and further inside you.

It’s incredibly distracting and more than a little concerning. At least it doesn’t seem to be trying to digest you.

Though that relief quickly begins to fade as you feel the slime start to expand. At first you think it’s just bloating, but no. The slime is starting to stretch you out, growing inside you… incubating.

That premise shouldn’t make you throb the way it does. You need to get it out. It’s just your damn luck that the nearest doctor is in a town a week’s journey away. You’ve got no choice but to endure it.

And it only gets worse, the swelling, you’re pretty sure your body is not supposed to be able to stretch like this so easily. Is it changing you somehow? Assimilating you? The thought makes you walk faster. The squirming weight inside you a constant torment. You’ve already soaked through your pants in slimy excretions. You try not to think about it.

The next morning you wake in your tent with a cock. A tentacle of slime that had slid out of you, solid and far too sensitive. The slime has fused with your nerves, it’s the only explanation for why fucking your hand could possibly feel so good. It’s a part of you now.

And fuck you can’t stop fucking your hand. If only you had something more, something warmer, something tighter.

You don’t get to walking until after lunch, a visible bulge in your pants that twitches with every step.

You feel full, you need to cum so bad, you need to cum inside someone so bad.

You end up leaning against a tree, desperately fucking yourself at the side of the road. Just a short break, just a quick one to clear your head.

Your cock feels so fucking good, you could live like this forever. And when you cum, its minds shattering as a small slime spurts from your new tentacle.

It goes hopping off into the woods leaving you alone with your throbbing tentacle. You feel a little less full, but one orgasm was hardly satisfying enough.

At this rate you’ll never make it to town, you can barely cum out slimes as fast as new ones are grown. You’ll be confined to the forest forever, a slime incubator, desperate to find a nice warm host to fill with your spawn.

Its tongue was hot and heavy. You squirmed, still trying to free yourself from underneath the dragon’s massive paw.

It was going to devour you, you knew it, yet it just kept licking, tasting your skin. Its tongue swirled around your most sensitive areas, your clothes long shredded from its claws. Oh fuck.

You should have run too. You had tried to be a hero. Now, a massive beast had you at its mercy, its snout prodding and inspecting.

Its tongue was rough; each stroke made you whimper. It was playing with you like a cat might with a mouse. If you weren’t so terrified, it might have felt… good.

No, it certainly felt good, and it hurt, its claws pressing into your skin. What did it want from you?

You let out a gasp, a massive tooth scratching at your thigh as its tongue rolled over you. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You arched off the ground and were immediately pinned back down, held in place.

It knew what it was doing. The dragon knew what it was doing. Teasing you, tasting you, fucking you like this against the stone of its lair. It was the only explanation. 

You couldn’t reach your sword, your companions had fled, and you could barely breathe under the weight of its talons. And yet all it did was torment you, lick and curl, sliding against you until your hips bucked purely out of instinct.

You couldn’t help it. The adrenaline, the sensations, the fear, what else could you do but get off on it?

The dragon’s breath was hot, its tongue firm and insistent, snout pressed against your crotch. You ground up, shame curling through you as burning as the smoke the beast exhaled.

Getting captured by a mimic is the lowest of lows for any adventurer. The stupid things look like a big wooden chest, they aren’t weren’t exactly subtle.

But as the acid melts away at your clothes, and you think this is finally it, you realize a whole new uncomfortable truth about mimics.

It’s not solid, so there’s no escaping as it’s squirming ovipositor slides inside you, hot and slick. Then you feel the pressure, the bulges of eggs as it fucks them into you.

Just as quick you’re left panting on the dungeon floor, throbbing in confusion and arousal. It didn’t rat you… so there’s that. But now you have to walk all the way back to town, your clothes ruined, and your cunt full of eggs.

Your wish is my command! In which a mermaid helps you through laying her eggs.

You felt so full, so fucking stretched. You hardly dared to breathe, but the mermaid held you tightly against her on the lakebank. She was a firm presence behind you, brushing your hair, petting and caressing.

You swallowed nervously. None of this made any sense, but you knew what was coming. Every clench of your sore, throbbing cunt pushed the first egg out just a little more.

The mermaid tapped your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs wider. You shivered against her cool scales, webbed fingers trailing along your thigh. She nuzzled into your hair, her other hand trailing down to your stomach, where she began kneading and pressing.

You clenched down instinctively, trying to hold everything in. Yet that only made the pressure worse, sweat beading down your temple. The mermaid's touch was gentle, soothing and insistent.

An odd combination which forced you to relax, your cunt fluttering as the eggs came even closer. It stretched you, a weighty, slick feeling you were all too aware of.

You clung to the mermaid for stability as the egg descended. You started clenching harder, trying to work it out of you. Fuck, you were so full, and as much as it was overwhelming... it felt good.

You moaned as the first egg finally slipped out of you, plopping gently into the water. The mermiad cooed and chirped happily, her petting intensified. Kneading at your breasts, running circles over your bloated stomach.

You groaned as the next egg began to descend. You were going to be here a while. Who knows how many she had filled you with?

Ah, darn, you were definitely not getting paid for this quest now.

You shuddered as the next egg slipped out of you, painful and necessary. The mermaid moved her hand to your clit, gently rubbing you encouragingly. You clenched and trembled, your movements making the eggs come faster.

Oh fuck you were going to cum.

The mermaid rubbed faster, making you twitch and shudder. It was coming, you couldn’t… fuck you couldn’t– You clung to the mermaid for stability as it all became overwhelming.

The next egg popped free as you gushed against her hand. You collapsed against her, spent and panting. But she didn’t stop touching you, fuck, you were still so full.