#slimes

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One might expect wild, brainless things to be rough, even cruel. They were delicate with me—did they know how I ached?

Tentatively they offered little licks from a safe distance, gurgling and burbling to one another. The sewer slimes were often full of floating debris. You're thinking something grotesque but what ended up in their tunnels wasn't bodily waste but garbage. Nori told me wyld ones picked everything up as well but dissolved and devoured it with their bulbous red hearts, which were a delicacy in the city.

The group feeling me out had hearts too but they weren't red. The slimes were red, or reddish orange. A rusty autumn color. While their centers were jet black and pulsing in strange shapes. Leaving me to wonder what they tasted like. If they would be sweet, would swell in me as deliciously as desire or would they simply pop in my teeth and make a mess...

I'd learn soon enough.

As a tendril touched my lips and its slimy little owner burbled high for my tongue teasing it between. I'd never had syrup straight from the tree until Furyn but that's what those slimes tasted of. Raw, sharp and sweet I welcomed more of the testing tendril onto my tongue and down my throat. Didn't move anything else. Didn't want to scare them off.

Not with what that slick, sticky arm was promising.

I had nothing to fear as the things were bold, with another snapping a tendril to swat below my tail and another whipping more at my wrists and ankles. They wouldn't be frightened off, nor did they intend to lose me.

Delectable things, truly.

Naked as I'd remained after my deathly romp with the fauns, there was little in place to stop their tendrils slipping into more of me. All of me. Filling everywhere the one in my throat hadn't touched. I lost count of them as more and more slimy little blobs burbled up to surround me. To absorb me in their delicious reds.

Reds I lapped and begged more of, moaning loud and sharp through the one in my throat. Where it remained, seemingly careful to keep me gagged as the others thrust in and out and in again, twirling within me while I merely sunk...unable to touch back. But I ached to. All the desire so thick and sugary sweet I had to. A bulb, I would aim for a bulb, reaching hands through oscillating bodies to grasp the black orbs within.

A squeaking shiver went through the one I caught, shared with the others and all those tendrils thrust harder, faster, slick and impossible inside me. My gag released to latch my throat and yank me into its owner's slime. To force my lips toward its heart. I couldn't ask, of course, couldn't speak for the gag of it but I moaned ever louder as the rhythm of all inside me quickened the closer I came to the heart.

Bite. It wanted me to bite. To eat.

I felt it. As I felt all its desire and I heeded, stretching my jaw painfully wide to take it all in one I heeded, swallowing what could have been strawberries for how it tasted. How it broke moist and fleshy soft on my tongue.

The slime jiggled and screeched in bliss before melting into the grass and I was given enough time for a single gasp of breath before another fed itself to me.

As I rode their tendrils, bouncing high and slamming deep, wrists and ankles held firm...they fed themselves to me. One after another after another and I burst with the last on my tongue, hot and sudden I spilled onto the tendrils only to watch it seep into their surfaces and suck up into their hearts.

Out of pure curiosity I shifted into my masculine form and found they adored it as much, wrapping tight around what nearly throbbed to literally wring more moans out of me. Harder and harder they took me, pounding and rubbing and tugging every bit of me they could, stretching my ecstasy beyond sensation when I realized in the rhythm, in delectable release after release, they were as endless as I.

They would not stop, not ever, and perhaps...perhaps that was why Nori kept me from them. But she wasn't there to stop me and they were oh so delicious. So much so I...I forgot about my Furyn, forgot my Nori, forgot everything. As meager day became a cold, dark night, I lost myself entirely to hot, heady delights.

Then everything stopped.

I was upside down, hanging in the air, all of me filled with sumptuous tendrils—a black heart wriggling in my teeth—screaming in glorious bliss...