Chapter 3 - Bonding Time

“So, you’re 122 something years old”?

Give or take. 
 
“And were you a man”?
 
Dashing.
 
“A rapist”?
 
I’m insulted, just because I shoved a 9” tentacle down your throat doesn’t make me a rapist, especially not in my past life! You can't just assume things about people young Sarah. He was ,technically speaking, a rapist now.

"Do you have a name? I mean what do I even call you, monster?" The young elf tried to stand her own in any way possible, she knew what the creature was capable of... to some extent, but that didn't she needed to bow down to it.

Well that's just rude, I don't simply call you elf. How about this...what's the name of the dungeon again? Aishiri? Asmun?

"Aishura".

Well, until I can remember my old name or think of something better we'll just go with that. Aishura. I kind of like it! 

Sarah looked the central mass of goo up and down, she regretted asking the creature anything. The idea that they were going to grow closer as friends was a though that didn't sit well with her.
 
“Well, that’s all I wanted to know, until I find my friends let’s just keep everything else private”.
 
It’s much more fun to talk, to divulge secrets… like what you like for instance? Do you have any hobbies outside of nearly dying in moldy caves?
 
“What I like”? Sarah stared up at the pulsating slime mass, her stance was guarded, she knew nothing good would come of sharing anything, intimate, with this creature. “How about no; I wait for my friends, they rescue me, we escape, you feel the sun, I spit whatever it is inside of me out, we part ways…”
 
Well that’s not nice. The slime felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, rejection. That said he still felt a tinge of reassurance; she believed that it would be that easy to escape.
 
Well, I guess I’ll leave you alone. 
 
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Sarah itched the back of her neck, she couldn’t tell if it was the slime or something else, by this point she didn’t even know… Suddenly her clothes felt so heavy, as if they were entirely unnecessary… Was she catching a fever? Her body was beginning to heat up.
 
“Are you, p-playing with my m-mind”, she stuttered, trying to maintain her composure. Waves of pleasure coursed through her being, whatever sensibilities she once had were beginning to fail her.
 
No, well, maybe. It’s just me and you, and what am I to do? The floor was warm and viscous, slowly climbing up the elf's thin ankles.
 
“No-not playing with my- ugh”, Sarah cried out as she reached towards her nether regions, fingers clinging to the fabric of her tight pants. Whatever amount of fungus she had swallowed was beginning to bind itself with her nervous system, fusing with her muscles; her body convulsed in rapture.
 
Forgive me if I’m intruding, I’ll give you the room. What a cruel joke.
 
“Playing with my m-min- c-clit is not f-fai- fun”, Sarah’s knees buckled as she fell down to the floor, light gasp between her breathing. 
 
I’ve been thinking, it’s not really rape if you enjoy it, more importantly if you ask for it… please don't get mad, there just isn’t much else to do with a beautiful young creature such as yourself. There was a degree of sincerity in his voice, all of this was new to him as well. Not to say that it wasn't greatly amusing.
 
Sarah convulsed against the floor, now frantically trying to tear her pants from her legs. What remained of her conscious autonomy valiantly tried to defend her mind, but in the end, it was an unwinnable war on two fronts. She hadn’t ‘been’ with another for a long time; perhaps part of her mind longed for this secretly. Giving in may be the only option, the best option...

Soon her legs had been freed from their leather bondage; pants, what cumbersome things. Now she was working on her blouse, furiously unbuttoning and tearing the cloth from her skin. Sarah’s face was one of pure ecstasy, truly a sight to behold. 
In this most amorous of events the slime had noticed something quite peculiar, Sarah’s once amber eyes now flickered a deep purple. 
 
With one hand the young elf was now flicking her clit, her finger dancing between her exposed thighs. Her other hand now hungrily grasped at her now freed breast, small but perky things, she paid ample attention to her small pink nipples. 
 
“Pl-please, fi-fill me u-up”, she cried out in lust, a strand of thick saliva rolling down her unfurled tongue. Any semblance of elven pride was now diminished, all she could feel now was rapturous relief.
 
I initially just wanted to test the extent of my abilities, I may have been bluffing a bit earlier about being in control. Now, with that done, let’s see-
 
“Just fuck me”! Sarah pleaded in the chamber, now squatting over a mound of slime; grinding her once abashed ‘flower’ into the warm membrane. 
 
From the gooey surface beneath her a large slime-like member began to emerge, its dimensions were exceedingly ‘adequate’.
 
Without a moment thought the elf maiden slammed her pussy into the tendril, soon it was squirming inside her. She gasped in joy, “Thank yo-you, sl-sir”. The large goo cock stretched the walls of her vagina wider than they'd ever been, warmer than anything that had been inside of her before.
 
That was quick. Are you sure that was entirely me”? 
 
Sarah attempted to speak between the member slamming into her walls. “N-nooo, p-lease keep g-going”. It was all or nothing now, her mind begged and pleaded for pleasure, all she sought was relief; her friends had become an afterthought.
 
As you wish.
 
Long thin tendrils sprouted in front of her, two of them jutting up her nostrils, the third constricting around her throat. The great thing about being pleasured by a hive mind is that it understands all your fetishes and kinks. Some people like to choke, others like to be choked.
 
“I’m go-going t-to c-cum”! Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, tears of unmatched pleasure and happiness rolling down her cheeks. She would willingly live in this moment, forever, if it was possible.
 
Oh my nasty little elf! If you say so, I'll assist you. Sarah had definitely deserved the reward, he thought bending her will would take much longer. Apparently not.
 
Thick strands of mucus began to flow from between her thighs, in all her decades of adulthood the young elf had never felt such pleasure. Her climax was matched by that of the various tendrils; the ‘primary’ member ejaculated thick torrents of thick goo into her womb, coating its walls. The smaller tentacles matched the larger tendrils furor, pulling out of her nostrils they also sprayed thick blobs of goo across her freckled face. Slime dribbled down her chin, the young maiden too overjoyed to even wipe her face.
 
After all the waterworks had concluded Sarah shrunk to the floor, her eyes no longer a stoic amber; now all that remained was a deep lavender hue. Lying on her back thick globs of slime spilled from her vagina, was this heaven?
 
How do you feel? 
 
“Better”, Sarah smiled a wonderful warm smile, everything in the world now seemed to make sense. 
 
Can I dig through your mind, now, I liked where our earlier conversation was heading? The gooey mass anticipated her response, even though it felt that it knew the answer.
 
“Yes please!”                                                        

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I hope you enjoy the story so far, as my first erotic writing I'm trying to improve each chapter. Feedback is greatly appreciated!