Fantasy Ooze

Milla landed on the stone with a heavy grunt, the worst of the spell wearing off of her body too late to try and land properly. She struggled to move her sluggish limbs, glowering at the gap in the bricks above her as the wizard's lackey darted out of view.

"I'll be the death of you, madwoman," Milla growled, trying to rise on unsteady legs.

"Oh, I'm sure, elf," the wizard called back from above, "just like the others before you were, too. I'll let you and my experiment sort the details out."

The second figure moved away from the hole with a dismissive wave, the elf giving an angry snort as she tried to recover, leaning heavy on the wall as the feeling came back to her feet. "Experiment, bah. Left me my arms and armor to deal with it, you daft bitch," Milla hissed, finally wriggling her toes as a pins-and-needles feeling flowed through them. "Some faith you have in it, then." Weak as they were, her hands could still draw up enough mana for her dabbling spell work. Motes of soft light rose from her hand with the unsteady flick of her wrist, as she set about to find her discarded sword.

Milla saw it, but stopped mid-reach. The glow of the light was subtly off, rays bouncing from more than the steel. She had enough time to think something was amiss before a tendril of some muck shot away from the blade, enveloping her hand entirely and snuffing out the spell. The elf wrenched, arms still too numb to pull away, and she felt it sucking on the exposed flesh. The jolt of pain that shot up to her core spurred her to force a ball of mana to her hand, gambling on an unstable spell to sear the thing away from her. Red light bubbled up within the mass, and was swallowed into it just as eagerly, wafting an acrid stench into the chamber.

The ooze recoiled, if only by inches, but the brief satisfaction Milla felt was dashed as the thing latched another mass onto her opposite arm, seeping fully out of the cracks in the wall, and pulled. Her weakened legs gave at the sudden force, and her body dropped face-first into the bulk of the ooze. She focused her core, drawing fire into it as the stuff began to envelop her, and burst another wave of flame out. Milla watched the colorless muck bubble in places, then break the spell apart in its mass, little worse for the bargain.

She'd heard of slimes and tars that fed on mana before, but had never run into one. Now, as it coiled around her, she could understand why. Unnatural things, she'd heard, and now, the tingle of it suckling the mana from her body everywhere it touched, like a disease, a vermin. It dribbled under her armor, the shock of it moving over her intimate places almost washing the rage from her mind. Still, Milla strained her body, trying to force her way out of the viscous thing, even as her instincts responded to the contact.

The elf managed to force herself to a stand before the mass of the ooze toppled her backwards, the creature keeping her in the undignified position she'd landed in. Blood rushed to her head as her legs splayed upwards, her breath catching as the thing wasted no time forcing itself into her womanhood, seeping and writhing the whole way. Another mass squeezed its way into her backside, twirling and pulsing in tandem.

She tried to ignore it, tried to focus herself. The elf bit down on her cheek, drawing blood and focusing on the pain, even as the masses slithered and sucked inside of her folds. Cold kisses touched her breasts as the ooze began to drain mana from her nipples like a greedy child, setting them shaking beneath her mail. Her body, starved for contact from years of fierce training and travel, began to betray her, giving the barest of shuddering warnings before orgasm exploded from within her loins.

Her moans came through clenched teeth and flecks of blood, some part of her mind holding fast to her rage the whole time. Though all of her body began to wash with a pleasant feeling, her mind continued to rant and rail, screaming silent curses at the human who'd put her in this foul predicament. Milla bit the other cheek, drawing fresh blood and fresh pain as a chunk tore loose, shaking off the coital haze and trying once more to pull herself free.

The elf shuddered as the mass finally, fully wrapped around her head from the back, coating her ears and eyes in the chilling stuff. A feeler strained through her teeth as she held them shut, gaining enough traction to force her mouth open, the pain shocking her as the ooze brushed against the wounds. She growled and grunted even as the stuff slid into every orifice - up her nose, into her ears, down her throat, smearing cold pleasure over all of it. On reflex, her lungs sucked in a breath, and found they could still take air rather than sludge.

Beneath the fury and fear, another orgasm threatened to burst within Milla. Thrashing between the pleasure of the ooze and the rage in her mind, she didn't notice the tips of her fingers and toes beginning to bleed, didn't feel the thing starting to break down the bones in her head as it seeped into her ears. Her body convulsed again, the elf unable to see the blood that the thing sucked out of her as it began to wear holes in her flesh, pleasuring the nerves directly, now that she provided no more mana to drink.

No, all the elf felt when her treacherous body came down again was hate, white-hot and unassuaged, her mind locked on the face of the wizard above, ready to barter her soul to any dark goddess who would listen at a chance for blood-soaked vengeance. As the ooze chewed its way into her skull and wrapped around the folds of her brain, the hate still shined like a blazing brand. As the mindless thing dissolved her cervix, still tweaking bleeding stumps of nerves, Milla swore death onto her captor, heedless of the pain she couldn't feel any longer.

When the thing forced its being into the cavity of her skull and consumed her brain in a single wash of slime, the thing shuddered, roiled... and felt.

Hours later, high in the derelict building, Diju pushed herself away from the bubbling concoctions held by rune-etched glass, muttering beneath her breath. She had sent her assistant down to the pit; the slime should've been done with the elf by now, and she needed the samples for her next potion. She began to consider going down and - gods forbid - getting it herself, when the door creaked open, the boy stumbling into her lab from the extra weight in the decanter.

"Oh? I was beginning to worry, Cree," she said, clearing space on her bench as he hefted the thing up. "I see you had to double back for the larger pot. Is that what kept you?"

Her assistant nodded, looking bashful. Once again, she was glad he didn't speak much. Too many words would spoil his boyish charm.

"I see. Well, I'll let it pass this time, young man," she sighed, dolloping some of the gunk into her alembic. She glanced over he shoulder at him, thinking. "Was there anything left of our guest, perchance?"

Cree moved his lips to one side, thinking for a moment, then shook his head.

Diju nodded to herself. "Nothing important, then. I do suppose you'll need to tidy up down there, though. Tomorrow, perhaps." As she moved along her station, she kept noticing her assistant's unsteady movement at the edge of her vision; hovering by the door, fingertips held together, shifting his weight between his feet, eyes always darting away when she looked back at him. Was he...?

Now she felt him staring at her curves as she worked, always pitching his eyes away when she turned. Diju allowed herself a smile at the attention, considering his silent question. She'd put him through quite a regimen lately with this batch of her alchemy, and she hadn't forgotten just how close the elf had come to taking the poor boy's head clean off his shoulders that morning.

"Cree," she purred, stifling a giggle as she heard him snap to attention, "are you feeling well?" She looked fully over her shoulder at him -

Diju blinked rapidly. For all of the bashful, unsteady nod he gave her, it looked like he had been glowering at her just seconds before.

"Are you quite sure about that, dear?" she asked, setting the bottles to a gentle boil and moving to her assistant with a sway in her step.

He backed up a bit, shrinking into himself as he bumped into the door, and gave another hesitant nod as his cheeks started to turn red.

Diju leaned over him with a smirk. He only just came up to her breasts, and now he looked so adorable trying to hide beneath them. "You don't look like it, Cree," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "not one bit." The boy shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut before locking his gaze to hers. "And you know how I don't like it when you're not honest with me."

With a flash of movement, he tugged the neck of her robe down and fished out one of her breasts, latching his mouth to the nipple and sucking the way she liked. "Ah-ha," she sighed as another of his hands groped at her ass, "so prompt. Care to lead me over?"

Cree looked up briefly, tugging her to the bed by the hand with a shy smile. They both disrobed quickly, the wizard noticing just how hard her assistant had become already, and set to work, running her hands and lips all along the tender flesh of his cock and balls, keeping her own folds temptingly out of the boy's reach. At least, that was her plan. Once he forced himself out of her grip and his face under her legs, she relented with a sense of pleasant surprise, letting the young man thrust his pride between her breasts as he lapped at her.

"My, my, Cree," she moaned, lifting herself off of him with reluctance, "you're quite energetic tonight. What's gotten into you?"

For a split second, she would have called his smile predatory, if it hadn't tried to become the beaming one he usually gave. This one, though, looked almost assured, and... sensual.

Diju's breath caught, and she noticed that her body had started to tingle in the most delightful way. "Is... is that so, then?" she asked, laying down on her front. "Well, why not come and prove it?"

She didn't expect him to dive at her. There was a yelp as he parted her ass with his hands and urged her hips off the bed, just a little, before mashing his face up to her womanhood, thrashing his tongue around her pussy with abandon and tweaking her clit with his thumb. She squeaked with surprise, before a jolt ran up her spine and she started moaning and babbling at the pleasure. He laid a firm slap on her soft rump, driving his tongue into her depths with a dexterity she didn't know he possessed, assaulting her in deep, sensitive places. Diju tried to push him away, but he just gave her a sharp look and a grunt of effort before speeding up his movements.

Orgasm rippled through her lower body with little warning, giving her just enough time for a deep breath before it crashed through her mind, fading in spikes as her assistant refused to part from her lower lips until she all but shouted at the over-stimulation. As Cree moved his face away, she tried to steady herself, taking shuddering, heavy breaths and basking in the afterglow, until she felt his weight rest on her body. The wizard craned her head back, startled somewhat at the lidded, cocksure look he was giving her.

"Cree?" she said, feeling his member twitching on her ass. "Cree, when did you get soOOOH!"

He cut her words short with a thrust of his hips, sliding into her depths with no resistance, reaching over to pull one leg up the her chest and gain full access for his cock, touching his hips to hers. There was a moment's pause before he began to move, giving deep, forceful thrusts that rippled through Diju's whole body. The wizard devolved into a mass of moaning and gibbering, clutching the sheets of her bed for dear life - her pussy sparked and ached like she'd never felt before, and it honestly felt like her assistant had grown since their tumble last month.

"Ye g-gods, Cree," she managed to stammer out from her haze, "keep guh... go..."

Once again, with little fanfare, her body began to seize and shudder as orgasm overtook her senses. There was a delicious feeling of pressure, weightlessness, relief... and heat, she noticed, as her womanhood began to fill with warm liquid.

"Wh- what the- tha-" she stammered as his seed leaked out from between them. Rage washed over everything as she flipped around to face her assistant. "DAMNIT, CREE! I TOLD YOU TO PULL-"

Faster than she could react, he dove at her, glaring, hands wrapping around the sides of her head, knocking them both to the bed. She pooled mana into her hands, ready to strike him as he leaned down.

Then he kissed her, as deep as he could. As their tongues danced around one another, she felt something unusual, even more than the constant spark that was dancing up and down her spine - his cock, still proud and erect, tapping against her stomach. An eyebrow raised, then fell as quickly, as she decided not to punish her petulant assistant just yet. If he was capable of continuing so well, then... perhaps she could set his mind right after they finished.

Their lips broke apart as the tip of his cock slid into her. "You... mmfh... naughty, unruly, impudent young man," she hissed as he thrust into her again, "you know d-damn well better -ahn- than to c-guh... cum inside." The feel of it still leaking out of her as they ground together only thrilled her more, however.

Cree gave her a lidded smirk, leaning down to suckle on her breasts. Her whole body felt warm and weak under his attentions, as much as she was grudged to admit.

"I re-mmmmh really o-ought to..." she stammered as his hips slapped against her, her legs slowly wrapping around his waist as he pinned her to the bed, "to caaaaaahhh... cast my pr-oohhhhh, protective speUUHH!"

The sound of her young lover chuckling shot a thrill up her spine. Her nipple popped audibly out of his mouth as he looked up at her. "Then do it," he whispered.

She was confused and annoyed. "Why bAH-bohah-bother fi I'm nuuuuhhhh... not letting you gohhhhhhhhh?"

"I want you to try," he hissed, caressing her cheek. "I want you to try, and I want to break it."

Her heart skipped a beat. That was... oh, gods, that was so deliciously horrible of him, she thought. Break a fifth-archon's protective spell, with his seed? She gave a wide, playful grin, hooking her legs with her arms and tracing her fingers around the stubble above her pussy. Another orgasm was threatening to overtake her, churning in her hips, but the bemused smile gave way to confusion as the runes she tried to trace on her skin sputtered and failed.

"Cree? Cree, stoHGODS stop for a muhhhhhohhhhhh... moment," she panted, hearing glass crack from the other side of the room.

He leaned down, licking her neck. "Cast. The. Spell."

She tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy and jelly-like as the pleasure mounted in her again. "Cree!" she moaned, giving a weak thrash, "I need to... guh, go-going t-t-t-"

"Cast it," he growled, suddenly face-to-face with her. "I will break it, or I will break you, wizard."

Diju's breath froze in her throat, as she tried to force her magic to work. But the deep wells of energy, she realized, had been drained from her entirely, and recently. Fear almost managed to overtake the onrush of pleasure as the thing that she thought was her assistant thrust into her harder and deeper, hammering against her womb with its member, making her body go numb and her mind blank as the inevitable wave tore through her senses. She was too weak and too shocked to howl as the most potent orgasm of the night battered her form, the thing over top of her bulging as the ooze from her workbench merged back into its form, the human guise breaking down entirely as it enveloped her shuddering body.

*He loved you,* it hissed into her brain as its mass punched painlessly into her skull. *He truly did. But the other wanted you dead.*

The fear boiled away as it dissolved the parts of her mind that felt it. Such a promising experiment, but how had it-

*He didn't check the wards,* it answered. *Such a shame. Your mana, your form... your pleasure. So sweet.*

There was a burst of panic, before panic ceased to exist in her mind. Diju didn't know that it had fed quite like this, she mused. It felt... comforting.

*Old potions,* it told her as her limbs disintegrated. *Lover's elixirs. The halfling helped that along.*

Diju would have slapped herself if she was capable. She'd forgotten all about that one. Another burst of thought, of worry, before the name of it boiled away with the others. Was she going to be forgotten, too?

*No,* Cree told her in that quiet, sweet voice she never much heard.

If her lips hadn't vanished with her jaw, she would have smiled, but that didn't bother her. Cree was still here, and he loved her. In fact, Diju couldn't remember anyone else that did. Not mother, not the other pupils at Anu Tor, not the people she'd saved with that golem. But Cree had.

*No, no. Not had,* it corrected her. *Did. Does.* And she was going to meet him.

As morning rose on the weary forest, glimmering through the boughs of the old oaks and the broken stonework of the ruined in, a figure moved. It ransacked the wardrobes of the rogue, mad wizard that had claimed it for her own, cobbling together an outfit that it hoped wouldn't draw undue attention, and draped it over the mail shirt it had pilfered from another unwitting adventurer. Picking through the stocks with care, grabbing for old scrolls and bits of leather, it scavenged until the morning fog began to melt away.

An elven form peeked out from the frame of the front door, glancing down at the map and compass it held. It stepped out, slender and short, draped in a soft robe and cloak, a sturdy arming sword on one hip and a heavy tome on the other, the rattle of mail heard softly on its chest, and turned back to the old ruin - the charnel laboratory that had been its womb, of a sort. Tucking the map away into its rucksack, it drew up a line of red, angry runes in the air, and loosed them at the structure.

The fiery bolt sailed inside and struck true, lighting the innards of the place aflame. It knew that gesture was more token than anything - the old forest was too damp today to let the whole thing consume itself in flame - but the sense of closure, it felt, was worth the simple effort.

Thus satisfied, it turned sharply towards the sun and walked away, intent on making a path to a new life.