“Ughhh, ahhh, ahh,” she moaned, her voice a wet, primal growl that bounced off the slick walls of the Crimson Hollow Dungeon. I never imagined my first time would be with a slime—a Slime Sovereign, no less, her violet, shimmering body riding me like a storm. “Ohhh, yes, deeper,” she groaned, her slimy pussy clamping around my cock, sucking me in with a grip so tight it ripped a scream from my throat: “F-fuck, ahhh!” Her tendrils had me pinned, one thick and slick plunging into my ass, pumping with a relentless squelch, another stroking my shaft in a hot, slippery coil, and a third shoving down my throat, choking me with her musky, sweet juice. Her massive tits mashed against my chest, nipples dripping a shimmering cum that seared my skin with lust, and she bucked harder, her amber eyes blazing. “Mmm, you’re mine,” she purred, her long tongue lashing my neck, venom flooding me with an ecstasy no human pussy could touch. I came with a ragged “Ohhh gods!” my seed bursting into her in thick, endless spurts, and she laughed, forcing a tendril to my lips. “Drink me,” she hissed, her pussy juice spilling into my mouth—my body jolted, skin tightening, youth rushing back, the high so wild it felt like my soul was splitting.Hours earlier, I’d been just another fool in the dungeon, a broad-shouldered nobody in dented armor, my sword crusted with the blood of goblins and bats. The Crimson Hollow was a maze of shadow and magic, its air thick with musk and mystery, and I’d heard the tales—whispers of the Slime Sovereign, a creature so rare most thought her a myth. They said she was the pinnacle of her kind, not some mindless puddle but a goddess of slime, sculpted into a woman of dripping, obscene beauty. Hunters chased her for the lore: one taste of her slimy juice could turn back time on your flesh, and fucking her—surviving her—was a bliss that stretched your life beyond mortal limits. I’d come for gold, not legends, but when I stumbled into her lair—a cavern of throbbing tendrils and glowing pools—there she was, slithering from the dark. Her body shimmered molten violet, tits swaying heavy, hips wide, and that slit between her thighs pulsing like a beacon. “What the fuck—” I’d choked, raising my blade, but my voice cracked, eyes snagged on her hardening nipples.She’d been waiting, her lair a trap set for prey like me. Rare as a dragon’s tear, she was no ordinary slime—she was a predator of lust, her purpose to milk men dry and spawn her brood. Her tendrils lashed out faster than I could swing, thick and warm, ripping my sword away and pinning me to the stone. “Let me go, you freak!” I’d snarled, thrashing as her slime seeped through my armor, dissolving it to nothing, leaving me bare and hard despite myself. She glided closer, her lower half melting into a pool then reforming into legs that clicked with each step, her voice a low, liquid hum: “Brave little hunter, have you come to taste the Sovereign’s gift?” Her tongue flicked my throat, tasting my sweat, and her hands—soft yet unyielding—melted into tendrils that wrapped my cock, stroking me alive.I’d fought, but it was useless. “You’re… a Slime Sovereign,” I’d rasped, the rumors crashing into reality as she sank down, her tongue unfurling like a whip to coil around my shaft. It pulsed and tugged, her venom seeping in, and I cursed, fists clenching in her grip, but a moan tore free as she took me into her mouth—a tight, wet abyss that sucked me to the root. “So potent,” she’d growled, pulling back to lap at my tip, her moans vibrating through me as she drank my precum like wine. She was relentless, tendrils forcing my hips forward, her lips stretching wide, and I unraveled, shouting as she claimed me. But she wasn’t done—her form shifted, splitting into writhing tentacles that probed and teased, her hunger insatiable.Now, sprawled on the cavern floor, my body slick with her essence, chest heaving like I’d run a marathon, she loomed over me, swollen and radiant from my seed. “Live long, little hunter,” she purred, brushing a tendril across my cheek, her form melting back into the shadows. I felt it—youth in my veins, her ecstasy branded into me, better than any fuck I’d dreamed of—but the ground rumbled beneath me. From the dark came a slithering, chittering sound, growing louder: her newborn slimes, dozens of them, their tiny amber eyes glinting as they crept closer, hungry and fresh from her womb. She’d let me live, but as their slick forms brushed my legs, I realized—her gift might’ve just bought me time to face something worse.

“Ughhh, ahhh, ahh,” she moaned, her voice a wet, primal growl that bounced off the slick walls of the Crimson Hollow Dungeon. I never imagined my first time would be with a slime—a Slime Sovereign, no less, her violet, shimmering body riding me like a storm. “Ohhh, yes, deeper,” she groaned, her slimy pussy clamping around my cock, sucking me in with a grip so tight it ripped a scream from my throat: “F-fuck, ahhh!” Her tendrils had me pinned, one thick and slick plunging into my ass, pumping with a relentless squelch, another stroking my shaft in a hot, slippery coil, and a third shoving down my throat, choking me with her musky, sweet juice. Her massive tits mashed against my chest, nipples dripping a shimmering cum that seared my skin with lust, and she bucked harder, her amber eyes blazing. “Mmm, you’re mine,” she purred, her long tongue lashing my neck, venom flooding me with an ecstasy no human pussy could touch. I came with a ragged “Ohhh gods!” my seed bursting into her in thick, endless spurts, and she laughed, forcing a tendril to my lips. “Drink me,” she hissed, her pussy juice spilling into my mouth—my body jolted, skin tightening, youth rushing back, the high so wild it felt like my soul was splitting.

Hours earlier, I’d been just another fool in the dungeon, a broad-shouldered nobody in dented armor, my sword crusted with the blood of goblins and bats. The Crimson Hollow was a maze of shadow and magic, its air thick with musk and mystery, and I’d heard the tales—whispers of the Slime Sovereign, a creature so rare most thought her a myth. They said she was the pinnacle of her kind, not some mindless puddle but a goddess of slime, sculpted into a woman of dripping, obscene beauty. Hunters chased her for the lore: one taste of her slimy juice could turn back time on your flesh, and fucking her—surviving her—was a bliss that stretched your life beyond mortal limits. I’d come for gold, not legends, but when I stumbled into her lair—a cavern of throbbing tendrils and glowing pools—there she was, slithering from the dark. Her body shimmered molten violet, tits swaying heavy, hips wide, and that slit between her thighs pulsing like a beacon. “What the fuck—” I’d choked, raising my blade, but my voice cracked, eyes snagged on her hardening nipples.

She’d been waiting, her lair a trap set for prey like me. Rare as a dragon’s tear, she was no ordinary slime—she was a predator of lust, her purpose to milk men dry and spawn her brood. Her tendrils lashed out faster than I could swing, thick and warm, ripping my sword away and pinning me to the stone. “Let me go, you freak!” I’d snarled, thrashing as her slime seeped through my armor, dissolving it to nothing, leaving me bare and hard despite myself. She glided closer, her lower half melting into a pool then reforming into legs that clicked with each step, her voice a low, liquid hum: “Brave little hunter, have you come to taste the Sovereign’s gift?” Her tongue flicked my throat, tasting my sweat, and her hands—soft yet unyielding—melted into tendrils that wrapped my cock, stroking me alive.

I’d fought, but it was useless. “You’re… a Slime Sovereign,” I’d rasped, the rumors crashing into reality as she sank down, her tongue unfurling like a whip to coil around my shaft. It pulsed and tugged, her venom seeping in, and I cursed, fists clenching in her grip, but a moan tore free as she took me into her mouth—a tight, wet abyss that sucked me to the root. “So potent,” she’d growled, pulling back to lap at my tip, her moans vibrating through me as she drank my precum like wine. She was relentless, tendrils forcing my hips forward, her lips stretching wide, and I unraveled, shouting as she claimed me. But she wasn’t done—her form shifted, splitting into writhing tentacles that probed and teased, her hunger insatiable.

Now, sprawled on the cavern floor, my body slick with her essence, chest heaving like I’d run a marathon, she loomed over me, swollen and radiant from my seed. “Live long, little hunter,” she purred, brushing a tendril across my cheek, her form melting back into the shadows. I felt it—youth in my veins, her ecstasy branded into me, better than any fuck I’d dreamed of—but the ground rumbled beneath me. From the dark came a slithering, chittering sound, growing louder: her newborn slimes, dozens of them, their tiny amber eyes glinting as they crept closer, hungry and fresh from her womb. She’d let me live, but as their slick forms brushed my legs, I realized—her gift might’ve just bought me time to face something worse.

A rugged, battle-worn adventurer ventures into the Crimson Hollow Dungeon, only to be ensnared by a seductive, high-ranking Slime Sovereign with a voluptuous, violet-hued form. She uses her lustful powers and insatiable desires to drain him of his essence, revealing the truth behind the legends: her pussy juice restores youth, and fucking her extends life.

The adventurer is stripped bare, both physically and emotionally, as he succumbs to her relentless seduction, experiencing a raw, explicit clash of resistance and ecstasy. The cavernous lair, filled with pulsating tendrils and shimmering pools, becomes the stage for a primal, hypnotic encounter where the adventurer's body and soul are transformed by the Sovereign's essence.

The Sovereign's predatory nature and the adventurer's vulnerability create a dynamic of power and submission, as he is marked by her essence and left forever changed. The tale delves into themes of sexual hypnosis, role play, tentacle fantasy, and public sex, as the adventurer's journey takes a dark and erotic turn.

Have You Heard the Lore of the Slime Sovereign’s Ecstasy-Dripping Juice?

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