Chapter 2 - Grasp of the Wormlord

With four lovely voluptuous boxom women nude and wet within their stretched engorged bellies, four sluggish vermicular creatures known as slug-worms were lumbering through the underground towards their den. The tight confines of their passageways caused their innards to press more upon their barely conscious trapped victims, who could only moan and whimper in protest. The only thing marking their trail down into the underdark was the trail of sticky sludge lining the dirt behind the slug-worms.


But unlike the rest of their swarm, these four worms were following an unheard command. They were not going to a den of wet dirt to rest, but they were instead entering a buried castle made by dwarven hands. The dwarves who made this castle had long since died or abandoned the castle, but it now had a new occupant using the castle for his own dark designs.


“Welcome my minions.” Said master of the buried castle was waiting for the worms as they emerged from holes in the dirt walls. Each one had a midsection bulged out to form the shape of a sexy lovely woman. The cruel sorceror known as the worm lord smiled at his success, imagining the anger of his great rival after he'd been robbed.


He wore long robes over his otherwise nude muscular body. The worm lord's head was covered with a mask with multiple gold, silver and copper worms slithering over each other under a dark hood. Few had seen the Worm Lord's face and lived to tell the tale. Some believed that he was hideous beneath his mask with only his mouth fully seen.


Whatever he looked like, the worm lord was indeed a powerful adversary with martial and magical might. He'd crawled his way to power and killed everyone who stood in his way. He'd even killed both his own kith and kin to gain his awesome power. A worthy and necessary sacrifice to claim the power which his deity had granted him.


“Two more than planned.” The worm lord mused as he looked upon his slug-worms. He'd taken control of the sloth-worm swarm, hoping that they'd intercept his rival's “brides” and take them away. His plan had worked almost perfectly. His worms had successfully snagged two of the slaves along with his rival's two minions. One of the slave girls doubtless escaped, but the worm lord was not too concerned. “You may keep the extras then. But I'll need two of them.”


The smallest of the worms obeyed, knowing that they were the weakest. Their bodies bloated up towards their mouths as they loudly and messily spat out the village girl Marianne and the witch Gothica. The two nude boxum women were covered in grime and violently coughed and collected free uncontaminated air. 


“Such lovely ladies here.” The Wormlord mused and lustfully looked over the panting and exhausted girls laying in globby pools. He recognized the black haired woman as the witch that served his rival, a boxom gorgeous woman twitching and writhing with her lovely face flushed red. The village girl would've been below him if not for her clearly huge breasts or her child-bearing hips. “Yes...I can see why he would want the two of you.”


Meanwhile, the worms with Princess Diedre and Mercenary Ivanka lumbered off to their den. The unconscious nude women within those large shapely bulges stuck within their flesh prisons for the time being. The slug-worms insides pressing on them like wet slimy gloves while they breathed in the air the worm's pores allowed for them. 


“You insignificant scum!” Gothica struggled to her feet with sheer rage and indignation fueling her. However, she fell onto the hard floor with her huge breasts cushioning her fall. Growling, the witch got up on her hands and knees to look up at her new captor. “Don't you know who I am? I am Gothica and I am the Witch of Might! I am your destroyer, I am your doom and I will worst if you do not release me for I am-”


“The warlock's witch whore?” The worm lord laughed as Gothica stared up at him, her body weak and her mind too fogged to summon her magic. Marianne held up her arms over her breasts, meekly and vainly trying to cover her nudeness. All this did was make the worm lord leer at her soft fleshy breasts even more as he smiled dangerously.


Sensing her fear and her embarassment, the worm lord snapped his fingers. Suddenly a pair of magic tendrils appeared to force Marianne's arms over her head. The village girl struggled and squirmed, making her massive chest swing and bounce around in the worm lord's sight.


“I see why the warlock wanted you.” The worm lord laughed as another pair of tendrils appeared to force Gothica's arms behind her back. “As for you. I'm amused that my pets were able to capture someone with your infamy. Perhaps it was exaggerated.”


“Remove your bindings and we shall see.” Gothica challenged with her ego rejuvenating her pride. “My master told me about you. You're nothing more than an upjumped collector, relying on your Devourer for power.”


“The Devourer?” Marianne said fearfully, making the worm lord smirk at her alarm. Marianne may not be the most educated village girl, but she knew about the Devourer. A cruel and ancient evil deity known for devouring his kin alive to make himself stronger. The Devourer had minions that were able to mimic their patron's cruel deed and could control other predators that could devour their prey whether by chewing them or swallowing them. “But...he died...”


“A god can never truly die.” The Worm lord boasted. “The Devourer was deprived of his physical form when a maid he devoured burst out of his belly and destroyed his heart. However, the Devourer remains in the world driving the needs of the hungry and the predator. And those worthy of his secrets may yet find his secret tomes and learn his power.”


“For instance.” The Worm lord summoned more tendrils from void portals, wrapping them around the girl's legs and bodies to squirm, grip and fondle their gloriously nude, sweaty and nubile bodies. “Still, we can always talk on such matters later. Right now, I must show you to your room.”


“Unhand me you lowly worm!” Gothica demanded as she and Marianne were dragged behind the Worm Lord. Still being fondled and groped by the magical void tendrils lifting them off the ground and carrying them behind their summoner.


“Worm? Does that look like it will insult me slut?” The Worm Lord laughed while Gothica growled in anger and protest. The Worm Lord felt his own loins straining against his tunic, his desires begging him to claim these women right now. But he held his desires at bay for the moment, he needed them still as bait for his rival. “And if I really am a mere worm, what does that make you since you're at my mercy?”


The Worm Lord's mocking laughter made Gothica snarl in rage and strain against the tendrils to strangle her captor. Her useless efforts only made the tendrils wrap around her tighter and make the witch gasp with unwanted delight. The Worm Lord just licked his lips, imagining his hands grabbing her huge bouncing breasts and sinking his fingers into her soft fat mammaries.


“Don't make any trouble, understand?” Marianne was doing nothing wrong, but that didn't stop her from being tormented further by the Worm Lord's magic. She shivered and sobbed, unsure of what she had done to deserve being kidnapped, enslaved, eaten and then enslaved again. The poor village girl just tried to think of anything other than the tendrils wrapping and squeezing on her voluptuous body.


The girls barely paid attention to how long it took to reach their destination due to their torment. The Worm Lord led hem on as they floated behind him restrained and constantly fondled. Gothica could only think of about how good it would be to wrap her hands around the fool's neck. Marianne's thoughts were wondering towards Beatrice, Deidre and even Ivanka, wondering if they were better off compared to her situation.


“And here you are my dears.” The cell that Marianne and Gothica were thrown into was a disheveled room with cobblestone floor partially flooded up to their ankles. The stone walls were filled with holes and the two women saw skeletons laying on the floor. Some were old brittle skeletons from long ago, but others were recent bones whose flesh had been rotted or picked away by rats.


“This is...this is unworthy of me!” Gothica shouted, turning towards the wormlord and threw out her hand towards the foul mage. But any mana she'd gathered was immediately dispelled like a fire instantly blown out. The nude witch looked at her hand and growled in frustration, looking at the wormlord in angered confustion. “What have you done?”


“I drained you and locked down your mana access.” The wormlord explained as Gothica and Marianne were pulled back towards the dungeon wall. As the nude women struggled and cried, various slimy tendrils had wrapped around them and were pulling them up against the wall. “I intend to mark you both later today. In the meanwhile, I want to make sure that your warmed up and wet for my pleasure...and your's as well I suppose.”


“As you can see, you are in...wonderful hands.” The worm lord laughed as Gothica and Marianne were held against the dungeon wall. Their nude voluptuous bodies constantly rubbed by the liquid-like tendrils sticking out from the holes in the wall. The tendrils were small, but they were many and each were strong enough to keep the prisoners secured.


“You shall be entertained and prepared while I study. I shall see you all later.” The wormlord turned to leave, Gothica and Marianne trapped against their prison wall under the torment of the summoned tendrils. The wormlord gave a look at the suits of armor set up around the chamberhall leading to the prison cell. “Keep eyes on the witch. The warlock may appear or send minions.” The armored helmets nodded at the wormlord as he smirked and departed for his personal study time.


The Wormlord knew he had to prepare for the Warlock soon. For that, he would have to meditate for sometime with the ancient artifact that had helped him discover and boost his power. “I must study the Tome further...”


Meanwhile within a damp and dirty pool, three intruders were emerging out of the foul mud-like water. They'd all snuck in through an ancient rusted drainage pipe that ran from the surface to the abandoned dwarf fortress. None of the beautiful ladies were thrilled with crawling and later swimming through the cramp and damp pipe. However, they had all succeeded in reaching their destination, which made their misery worthwhile for their mission.


“You were right Rachel, the dwarf fortress does exist.” Lady Penumbra was a dark elf with long white hair and grey eyes, though her dark skin had a light complexion due to having a high elf grandmother supposedly. She wore black lipstick over her lips and matching eyeshadow around her eyes. She was a paladin dedicated to the light and had renounced the dark impulses of her naturally chaotic race.


Though pure and chaste in accordance with her vows, the dark elf's luscious slender body was perfectly proportioned. From her large breasts tipped by big dark pink nipples to her wide hips and big ass and her toned plump thighs, Penumbra had unknowingly tempted many classmates and teachers with a mere look. Even her attire only made her more tempting as her flowing halterneck dark robe was of sheer silk and enchanted to give her adequate protection.


But it was so thin that it perfectly outlined her body and had a wide center opening from neck to navel, giving a great gracious view of her breasts and flat belly. The high cut double slit skirt allowed a full view of her long legs with the dark grey binding too loose to keep the robe in place at all times. The detached sleeves allowed for one to see her shoulders and left her lovely neck largely exposed to leering eyes.


“And we're right inside. I wonder how the dwarves were able to sink and hide this castle so well?” Esmerelda was a young woman with incredible magic potential and had become a sorceress of some noterity. But the fiery redhead still needed additional training to unlock her full power. Otherwise, someone may claim her power if they steal her purity. This made it hard for her to find a strong teacher as many male teachers were filled with instant lust by gazing upon her.


Esmerelda's long fiery red hair ran down to her hips, her red eyes the same shade as her rosy full lips. She had a gorgeous sensually voluptuous body with huge breasts and big pale pink nipples that stuck out from her strapless cropped low-cut corset with gold high lights. Her slit skirt and black thigh-highs accentuated her long full toned legs and some may note that the sorceress in training often went commando.


“Magic or ancient dwarf engineering. I don't care really.” Rachel was a rogue shinobi who'd killed her master and had a large price put on her head. Rather than wait to be taken alive or dead, Rachel hunted the hunters and became a lethal assassin and killer. She'd learned to manipulate men with her beauty and then use flirtation to hide her true killer intent. She had no intention of becoming any man's fuck toy and any who tried had their bones become her own toys instead.


Rachel had short blond hair and green eyes, her toned athletic voluptuous body was adorned in a black leotard with a cleavage and navel window. Her attire was chosen on purpose so that men would turn their gaze to her large breasts or big ass or plump thighs. All the easier to distract them before she sliced or stabbed them then left them to bleed their wretched lives on the ground.


Unknown to her two allies, Rachel intended to have that same fate befall the two mages she accompanied. She'd need them to deal with the Worm Lord, but once that was done then she'd have their heads in a single strike. Then she could collect their bounties along with the worm lord's bounty and valuables without needing to split anything with anyone.


Penumbra was already casting a scrying spell as Esmeralda used a heat spell to dry off the allied trio. The dark elf focused and then nodded, feeling the fear and dread of the women they had come to rescue. “The prisoners have been divided into two parties. Two are in a floor above us and the other two are going beneath the castle.”


“Forget about the two going underneath, they're probably already goners.” Rachel coldly remarked. Ignoring the scornful stare of Esmeralda. “If you try to save everyone, we'll end up saving no one-”


“Our task is to save them all and so we shall.” Esmeralda insisted fiercely. “Though we should focus on one half of the prisoners and then go save the other two afterwards.”


“I agree.” Penumbra stated serenely.


Rachel just shrugged her shoulders. “I'm outvoted I guess.” It wouldn't really matter, the two mages would be dead soon anyway.


The three intruders moved quickly, following Penumbra's scrying sight to try and find the first group of prisoners. Occassionally, they had to take cover from a few patrolling guards with the mages using stealth spells to hide their presence. Often, they waited until the guards left or Rachel had to use her assassination skills to take out any guard that came too close.


Eventually, they found a chamberhall with several silent suits of armor standing at each corner. Penumbra looked towards the dungeon door and her scrying spell was no longer needed, all three heard the moaning cries of the prisoners inside. “Those fiends...what are they doing to them?”


“Let us stop it!” Esmeralda threw out her hand and sent a hot fireball at the door and blew it apart. The mages and kunoichi stepped into the dungeon cell and saw that it was partially flooded. They spotted the two moaning prisoners trapped against the wall of the partially flooded dungeon where disembodied tentacles constantly torment them by rubbing and grabbing their huge breasts and bare pussies.


Marianne and Gothica were barely conscious, unable to sleep due to the tendrils assaulting them. But they could not truly awaken either as both were too tired from their long ordeal and hadn't had a chance to rest. So they just stayed against the wall at the mercy of the jelly-like tentacles, unable to do anything except slobber, moan and climax constantly. 


“Begone!” Penumbra shouted, sending out a sonic wave that rebounded through the dungeon and shredded the jelly tentacles into liquid mince pieces. Esmeralda rushed forward and grabbed Gothica and Marianne, checking over them to make sure they weren't harmed. She then motioned to Penumbra and Rachel to help her carry them out.


However, the intruders were too engrossed in their rescue to see the trap closing in upon them. As they moved the freed moaning and wet prisoners out of the partially flooded dungeon, the suits of stone armor in the chamberhall had moved their visors towards the breached dungeon entryway. Quietly, they watched the beautiful mages and kunoichi carry the freed prisoners into the chamber's center.


“I apologize...” Penumbra stumbled to a knee and set down Gothica as she regained her breath. Due to her inexperience, she had exhausted more mana than she planned and her dark skin was already heavily perspiring. Her thin sheer robes got even thinner as her sweat dampened the thin cloth and practically exposed her full voluptuous dark form. 


“This is not the time.” Rachel growled in exasperation before Esmeralda set down Marianne and went over to the dark elf mage. “Damn useless mages...”


“You be quiet!” Esmeralda snapped at the blond kunoichi as the redhead started wiping sweat off of Penumbra. Though she largely just managed to get her own clothing wet, causing it to stick to her skin like a second second skin. “Will you be alright? We can rest if we need to-”


“I will...I will endure...” Penumbra struggled to her feet with Esmeralda's help. She still felt some fatigue, but the dark elf was determined to finish this righteous mission. Her exhaustion was nothing compared to the suffering she had to save these two women from and the other two prisoners somewhere in this sunken fortress.


“You better fu-” Rachel's curse died as soon as she finally noticed the suits of stone armor around them looking at them. As a kunoichi, the beautiful boxom kunoichi was trained to see beneath the underneath. She cursed herself as she saw something leaking out of the stone suits of armor and realized that the armor was a mirage.


Silently, streams of dark red goo were slipping out of the seams of the stone armor sets. Undetected by the intruders, these rivers of goo were sentient creatures now starting to reform themselves at the feet of the armor starting to melt down into more goo. They were dormant guardians under their master's command, locked in magical suspension until they detected a threat.


“Guys! We have company!” Rachel screamed out, but her warning came too late to keep from being surrounded. By the time that the intruders noticed them, they were now looking at four large masses of goo known as like-likes. These like-likes had been altered by their master so that geletin tendrils could emerge out of any part of their bodies. They could extend up their mouths and even move them around with limited mobility, making it easier to devour and secure their prey.


“Arc Thunder!”


“Grey Fire!”


Rachel shielded her eyes from the powerful spells of the beautiful mages. The spells of Penumbra and Esmeralda combined and then separated into powerful bursts which scorched through the like-likes. The four creatures were splattered upon the floor, walls and ceiling as pools and sprays of red liquid a shade lighter than blood.


“Damn...over did it again...” Esmeralda's face was glistening with sweat as she breathed heavily, having over-exerted her incredible power on the blobs. Her Grey Fire Spell was technically a higher spell level than she was used to training with. In her impulsiveness, she'd feared that the like-likes were stronger than they seemed.


“Fear not...the way is clear...” Penumbra was even more tired and equally as sweaty as she tried to catch her breath. The Arch Thunder Spell was a powerful lightning spell reserved for emergencies because of its high mana cost. However, the dark elf had zealously used it when her instincts feared that the now dead like-likes were more of a threat than they actually were.


“Good job ladies, go team...” Rachel found herself relieved that the mages had splattered the like-likes. Her assassination and melee abilities would be useless against the slime monsters. Still, she was not thrilled with how tired Penumbra and Esmeralda seemed after those powerful spells. The kunoichi groaned at the thought of having to carry them around and wondered if she'd be better off just offing them or abandoning them now.


“Help!” A shriek pulled the trio's gaze behind them, they saw Marianne getting her leg grabbed by a strange red liquid tendril pulling her towards a splatter of red goo. Then they saw other globs of goo start to move towards the splatter as it began to rise up and take shape and height. As Marianne was pulled towards the growing pile of red goo, Penumbra immediately sped towards her while Esmeralda spotted something else.


“They're regathering! Protect the prisoners!” Esmeralda cried out and ran towards Gothica, but was too late. Already the barely conscious witch was being pulled towards the mound of red goo gathering next to her. The witch's black hair fell into her face as she was pulled upside down and her legs being wrapped into the reforming maw of the reformed like-like.


“Shit!” Rachel was afraid that this would happen. Somehow, these like-like were able to reform themselves despite having their central nucleus being destroyed. The kunoichi guessed that the Worm Lord had altered the creatures somehow and cursed the mages for not using a more deadly spell. She noticed something slimy and wet under her boot and acted on her expert reflexes. She slipped out of her boots in time to keep from being ensnared by another like-like that had regathered itself behind her.


“Slippery bastards.” Rachel noted and that was when she saw two more like-likes regathering behind the mages. 


She could have given them a warning and a fair chance to fight off the gooey monsters. But she smiled and held her tongue. “Makes my job easier anyway.”


XXX


Alerted by his magical silent alarms, the wormlord was stalking through his halls. By now, his augmented like-likes were already subduing the intruders. He could already feel the lovely smooth skin of the apparent powerful female mages. A dark elf and a redhead were struggling vainly against his servants and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them.


“There is a toll for intruding upon my castle.” The wormlord laughed in anticipation. But then he felt something coming and immediately threw up a magical barrier of energy tendrils. A blast of powerful magic blew open a massive rift in the ceiling and wall bringing down stone, rock and dirt into the hallway. The wormlord was unharmed, but he knew exactly who had intruded into his home and he was both happy and pissed about it.


“You...” The wormlord growled, seeing his rival emerge out from the thick smoke. The warlock was pissed despite his smile, shirtless to reveal his muscular frame and his hands crackling with power. Mana steam was rising from his skin as the furious warlock approached the proud though surprised wormlord. “Why do you dare intrude into my castle?”


“Castle's are above ground, not below.” The warlock mused, ignoring the fortress' dwarf heritage. “Unless of course, you're trying to make a tomb for yourself. That makes more sense considering your theft of my property.”


“If you are referring to the whores which my minions captured, that is not theft, that is called a successful hunt.” The wormlord countered, tendrils of magic appearing around him as he gathered his power for the fight ahead. “All the same, we both know that words will not decide matters here. So I suggest you leave my castle or I shall make it your tomb.”


“Don't play dumb. We both know that you stole my slaves to lure me here.” The warlock's eyes gleamed dangerously as a pair of nude voluptuous dark and high elves appeared on the scene with magic weapons. “I will deal with this pathetic wizard. Retrieve my slaves however you must, I want them alive. Your lives are forfeit if you should fail.”


“Yes please feed yourselves to my minions, your gorgeous selves will fight right in their bellies.” The wormlord mused while the nude elf servants left the scene. Both warlock and wormlord looked at their jiggling breasts and asses before turning to each other. “So how about it wannabe demon lord. Whoever wins gets whatever the other has?”


The warlock just smirked. “Agreed.” Without wasting another word, the two powerful magic users charged at each other with their strongest spells prepared. 


XXX


Due to Rachel's silence, there was no warning for either mage when the reforming like-likes lunged at them like living waves. Penumbra was caught first by her neck and her legs, the dark elf trying to reach up her hands to gather a spell to free herself. Instead all she did was give the like-like a free target as a liquidy tendril wrapped around her wrists and bound them together.


“Penumbra! It has me!” Esmerelda had her arms held behind her back as she struggled. The like-like attacking her had grabbed her waist and was pulling her in a circle. Each turn caused more of the like-like's form to splash and stick to her body, her hands held to her back as the redhead felt herself get pulled off of the ground.


“Damn...me too!” The dark elf had her arms held over her head as her legs sank into the growing pile of red goo. Layers of glop were building up over themselves, rising to cling around Penumbra's dark legs like living wax. Messy gloppy tentacles were wrapping upon her body, reaching under her clothing to caress upon her light dark skin and grope at her ass and breasts. “Damn...have you no honor...what perverse creatures are these?”


“Guess the wormlord made them as perverted as he is.” Rachel deduced while observing the like-likes swallow her former allies. With no one to protect them, the like-likes that had swarmed on the village girl and witch were also free to play with and swallow the prisoners too. “Guess we got careless or rather you did.”


“Well, while they're distracted feasting on you beautiful dummies, I have a target to assassinate.” Rachel was instead thrown to the ground, a fifth hidden like-like ambushing the shinobi and using her own tactic against her. The blond kunoichi didn't have time to register what was happening before she felt her long legs being pulled into a wall of living thick cream. 


“No!” She tried crawling away and the like-like let her go, but held onto her legs and simply followed after her, swallowing more and more of the kunoichi's body while tendrils of crimson goo flowed out and around Rachel's lovely toned body. She felt a tendril wrap around her neck and grip upon it as others wrapped over her torso and reached under her leotard to torment her breasts and her nether lips.


“Have...to get...free...” Penumbra could do nothing but twist and turn as her thighs were pulled into the like-like's gelatinous form. Crimson tendrils were still playing with her body, ripping or pulling off her sheer robes and exposing her huge bosom. The dark elf screamed trying to free herself, but all she did was wave and shake around her massive jugs of fleshy fat. She felt the like-like's slime taste over her soon bare and nude fat huge ass like she was being dipped into living jello-like cream.


“Unhand me you-” Esmeralda gasped when something brushed against her inner thigh and then her slit skirt was lifted up and torn from her wide hips. Soon her corset was pulled up over her free bouncing big pale breasts before they were torn off of her chest. Soon, the redhead was only wearing her black thigh-highs as she was dipped down into the like-like's shifting swishing slimy crimson body.


Feeling her lower body get raised up, Rachel was still clutching and crawling away while her leotard was pulled off of her toned fair body. The boob window was the perfect opening for the slimy tendrils which tore apart her clothing, causing her huge pale breasts to dangle down where the like-likes tendrils grabbed them. She could feel the like-like's form gnawing on her ass cheeks with its liquid form, making Rachel wordlessly gasp helplessly and desperately.


“Let me go...” The redhead muttered as the like-like continued to swab and chew over her hips. The like-like's insides felt like they were shifting, feeling both like fluid and solid at the same time. With her arms behind her back, Esmeralda could feel jelly-like flesh walls pressing on her palms and arms. She gasped and blushed with nothing keeping her crotch from brushing and rubbing against the like-like's clamping insides.


“Release me...” The dark elf's heavy breasts were squeezed between two loops of strong runny slime. Already more coils of crimson jello were snaking up over her boxum ash dark body and slathering her skin with runny crimson liquid. Penumbra moaned as her huge jiggling ass was sucked into the like-like's body and felt the creature's half-reformed maw tighten around her hips.


“Damn it...” Rachel was held against the wall having her huge breasts fondled by the like-like behind her. It was like she was stuck to living glue. “No...no...” The kunoichi grasped at the wall tiles for any leverage, but it was a losing battle. More and more of her torso was being consumed by the like-like. It was like living jelly with its insides filled with hot syrupy gum sticking and pulling over her skin. Even strands of her blond hair were pulled into the living messy goo as Rachel continued her desperate struggle.


“Master...” Gothica whispered, moaning from the wet slimy mucus wrapping around her legs and pulling her into the crimson like-like. The unconscious witch's huge breasts swayed as they dangled towards the floor, the witch still trapped in some strange trance of exhaustion and depletion. The like-like easily pulled in her creamy thighs and pressed her big ass against its firm yet yielding body.


Marianne's brown hair covered her sleeping gasping face as she sank up to her wide hips into the like-like. The village girl was utterly helpless against the living slime consuming her lovely body, the innocent girl breathing heavily from the constant touch to her sensitive plump voluptuous body. She leaned back as her huge breasts jiggled and spread apart, helping the like-like to more easily consume and overtake this brunette.


The tube of strong jelly tightened its hold over Esmeralda's body, squishing her huge pale breasts together as the sorceress gasped out. She felt her hips, groin, legs and belly get constantly swished and rubbed in some sticky liquid, the living goo devouring her enjoying her succulant voluptuous body. The redhead was utterly powerless against the like-like's hunger and could only bear its touch, feeling herself slowly sink into the creature's living mass.


Everything below Penumbra's large breasts were trapped and squished within the like-like's slimy body. Her fat tits swayed and jumped with her desperate movements, her hands prying and pushing against the slime around her arms while layers of glomp were pulsing and swelling all over the dark elf's curvy body. The dark elf jerked back her head with a sudden gasp, the constant rubbing and swishing over her lower body arousing and intoxicating the mage.


“Must escape...” Rachel mentally thought, knowing that she had reach for the pouch containing a heat gas pellet for disorienting her foes. But her left hand was just an inch away from the discarded pouch before she was pulled into the like-like's maw. The sludgly slimmy monster was salivating over her belly as it sucked in the kunoichi up to her heavy fat breasts. Rachel could feel the grimmy monster gnawing and sucking on her lower body, the blond kunoichi blushing as moans escaped her rosy lips.


“Not again...” Marianne complained, barely aware of her peril as the squishy slimy tendrils wrapped and squeezed her huge fat breasts. Her lovely belly was sucked into the like-like's body as she moaned, helpless against the sticky gelatinous blob as layer after layer of its form pressed upon her curves. She felt like she was being pulled into a moving bath of oily grime, her fair skin coated in runny red liquid as the like-like feasted on her gorgeous body.


“Unhand...me...” The witch was treated much more roughly by the slime monster devouring her. The half conscious Gothica loops of slime tightening over her sunken thighs as two tendrils pulled and squeezed on her huge soft breasts. Sinking up to her chest in the like-like's slimy body, the witch gasped as a red tendril wrapped around her neck and coiled up over her eyes. The black haired witch was now blind as her pale upper body was tasted and lubricated by the hungry slobbering red like-like.


“It cannot...end...like this...” Esmeralda closed her eyes, focusing on her potent mana to try and do something about this like-like. It's maw as constantly slipping and sliding over her now hard big pink nipples, bathing her pressed together breasts in grime. As if sensing Esmeralda's resistance, the like-like's maw tightened over her swallowed body and made the redhead gasp out. She could feel the creature's insides playing with her lower body, wrapping and fondling her thighs and rubbing over her nether lips to torment the concentrating mage. 


Her mouth muffled by a slimy tendril, Rachel could only beg in muffled code as she was sucked into the like-like's mouth. One heavy breast was already getting squished into the like-like's orifice, its jelly-like body solidifying as a tentacle wrapped and squeezed Rachel's other breast. Her hands were still reaching out for anything to grab, any desperate chance the kunoichi had to escape this slime monster's grasp.


Two halves of the same organism, the like-likes consuming Marianne and Gothica were slowly joining back together with the unconscious females still dangling out of their slimy mouths. However, this multi-tasking was not enough to stop Gothica from having her breasts tasted by the maw that was half consuming and half sucking on her massive pale udders. Nor could a crying half-sleeping Marianne do anything other than beg while she was swallowed up to her huge fat engorged breasts.


“So hot...” Penumbra whined while her dark nude body was sucked and suckled on by the greedy like-like. The slimy binding holding Penumbra's arms turned into a jelly-like wax, sliding down over Penumbra's shoulders and surging over her heaving huge breasts. Some stuck to the dark elf's white hair and allowed red slime to pour down over her pretty face. Penumbra tried to spit some of it out, but the dark elf mage soon found herself getting smothered in the like-like's living slime.


“I don't...deserve...this...” Rachel whined as her upper body was consumed by the grimmy hungry like-like. Slowly and slowly, her vision was crowded over by reaching sludge patches. Her head was pulled into the like-like little by little as she watched the world grow dark with widened terrified eyes. Her mouth felt like it was being forced open for more slime to forcefully slide in between her lips. Soon, the blond kunoichi was blinded as her head was fully consumed and bathed in oily wax-like sludge walls clamming over her breasts, shoulders and head.


“At least...one of us must...” Esmeralda focused the heat of her power within her core, causing her nude pale body to course with powerful heat. She could feel the like-like's sticky hold start to loosen, but there was too much of it on her to truly free herself. She was still being smothered chest deep in the like-like's gooey body as her soft obese breasts started to sink into the like-like's hungry form and move up to the redhead's bare shoulders.


“Just a little more...” Esmeralda breathed, watching Penumbra's neck sink into the like-like as the exhausted dark elf started to cry. Then the redhead sorceress felt her power gather in her eyes as she unleashed one last spell. A small fiery spark shot out at the other like-like as it began to consume Penumbra's head. 


As if realizing what had happened, Penumbra tried to turn towards Esmeralda but could not move her head. Instead, the struggling crying dark elf's face was slowly covered in red grim as she was pulled into the like-like's body with one last scream. Esmeralda seemed calmer despite watching the sight, doing nothing as the like-like's slimy tendrils gathered over her head.


“Save...yourself...” Esmeralda's eyes lost their luster as the like-like's slime climbed up over her chin and slide over her mouth. She hoped that the last spell she'd thrown at Penumbra's like-like would be enough to help her. But the redhead mage didn't have the strength to know for a fact now. She was losing consciousness before the like-like's essence reached her closing eyes.


Rachel's reaching arms grasped and scratched at the floor as they were sucked into the like-like's mouth. The screaming kunoichi within could only endure being bathed and smothered in red jello-like slime as the engorged like-like moved over to the rest of its colony. Two of the like-likes fully jammed themselves back together with Marianne and Gothica within its bowels as the like-like hunting group decided to slowly move towards their true den.


“Let me out...let me out! LET ME OUT!” Kunoichi Rachel had never felt more helpless in her life. All of her strength, all of her charm and all of her skill was useless within the like-like's twisting and shifting form. Her arms were stuck stretched out above her head as the nude blond ninja looked around and could only see liquid wet slapping and wiping all over her white skin. 


“Enough already...” The tired witch wasn't sure if the slime around her was worst or the village girl that she was squished against. Their huge breasts constantly rubbed and pressed on each other as Marianne and Gothica were forced to share the same cramped wet space within the like-like's bowels. The moving sludge walls around them were constantly leaking on the twice devoured women, closing in on them repeatedly to make the voluptuous women look like they were hugging.


Esmeralda was unconscious within her like-like's bowels. The living sludge cocoon was closed over her the redhead's voluptuous body, constantly caressing and rubbing over the sleeping moaning mage. She vaguely knew that her body was in some moving wet container like a tube of sentient jello. The redhead felt like she was floating somehow and twitched at the moving living gooey prison constantly groping and tasting her bare fair skin.


Having neutralized the threats and satiated their hunger at the same time, the modified like-likes were shifting triumphantly towards their den. Their master would perhaps reward them with even more lovely ladies to swallow whole to slowly absorb. It also helped that they would be free of those dreadful stone armor sets until they had fully digested their living meals within a few weeks. Until then, the like-likes would all retreat to enjoy their victory in secluded peace.


All but one.


Too hot to contain and control its own melting form, the like-like lost its strength as the nude Penumbra fell out of its form. The mage coughed out slime, looking behind her and seeing the like-like struggle to stay alive. But the fire that kept burning its essence was causing the creature too much pain. It had no choice except to liquify to isolate its compromised parts from its nucleus and then reform later.


“I will return...” The nude dark elf was barely staying conscious as she moved away from the melting pile of slime. Esmeralda's spell had given Penumbra a single chance to escape the wormlord's dungeon and go find help. She was exhausted and her mana near depleted, but the dark elf would find a way to leave this sunken castle and get help. 


Then she heard the distant muffled moans of the other women, among them her fellow novice who'd given everything to save her. The dark elf groaned, knowing that she was letting her emotions cloud her judgement. But she couldn't in good conscience flee and leave behind her friend while said friend was left at the mercy of those slime monsters and their master. “No...I will not leave...I will save you...”


Xxx


“Just as I thought...” Elsewhere in the castle, a powerful duel of might and magic had concluded. The exhausted and proud victor stood upon his enemy's corpse. The victor was far from unscathed, but he was too enthralled with the smell and feeling of victory to care about his pain. He could already feel the power of his fallen foe flow into him.


“For all of your power, you were too reliant on your god's tome for power.” The warlock smashed the wormlords head beneath his foot, his body smoking and battered from the well earned victory. The worm lord was not an easy foe and he'd nearly killed the warlock several times. But the warlock's greater toughness and sheer power triumphed over the inexperienced worm lord and he now held the fool's belt in his hand as a trophy.


“True power is taken, not given.” The warlock mused and then leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Yet another sorcerer was dead at his hands and yet another thorn removed from his path to absolute power. Now everything in this fallen castle was at his disposal and there was no one who could stop the warlock now.


“We have retrieved the slaves.” The warlock looked upon the nude dark elf who approached him, practically ignoring the wormlord's mangled headless corpse.


As gorgeous and beautiful as she was, the warlock realized that she was a bit smaller in the chest. “What happened to the other dark elf?”


“She and her partner gave themselves to the slug-worms to retrieve your slaves.” The dark elf said with a bow. “However, the other two slaves were with two other women. Likely intruders breaking into the wormlord's domain for something.”


The warlock just smiled madly. “Well, the wormlord did say that I kept everything he had if I won.” Then he burst out into mad and delightful laughter, his howls sounding through the halls of the sunken castle...
