Erlea woke up to an orgasm tearing through her body. Before she could even open her eyes, she could feel viscous liquids surging out of her pussy and asshole. Each spray of heated fluids caressed every ridge and ripple of her insides, flowing past her sphincter and sensitive pussy lips as they poured out.
She moaned and gasped for breath. The taste of metal and salt was strong in her mouth. The thick fluids clung to her lips, trying to glue them shut. There was more across her face, making it almost impossible to open her eyes. She could only open a crack before the slime blinded her again.
A wave of pleasure rippled through her as the pressure relented. Her stomach and womb collapsed in on themselves, no longer filled to the brim by whatever had impregnated her.
The emptiness left her longing again, a hungry desire to be breed endlessly.
She remembered the fight and the unexpected attack: it was a slime of some sort. The taste was still in her mouth, fresh and sharp taste against her slime-coated tongue.
It didn't help as she leaned back against something soft and sticky. It sucked at her body and pulled on her wings. The bondage brought a wave of helpless need coursing through her body as a new wave of pleasure surged through, the heated tingle of submission and bondage.
Something was slurping loudly around her. It didn't sound like a drip but more of a steady slosh and then a stop, then another slosh. She couldn't tell if it was approaching or going away but given her position, it didn't matter: it would be coming back to impregnate her again.
Whimpering, she tried to pull herself up before her bound wings made her vulnerable. Her outstretched hand smacked against something slick and smooth. When she felt more than heard a moan through her hand, she realized it was one of her companions. The damp hairs told her it was Tira.
The heat was growing harder to ignore. She had to break her wings free. With tears in her eyes, she dug her fingers into her companion's body and planted her other hand against the ground. Slime-covered mud covered her fingers as she strained to pull her wings free.
The muck underneath her was thick and difficult to escape. Little waves of agony rippled along the ridges and her shoulders as she shifted from one side to the other. The strain grew as sharp pains along the delicate structure of her caught wings.
The slurping noise grew louder, filling her hearing with her pounding heart. Whimpering, she pushed harder. The fear of ripping them burned brightly in her fears but so did spending another round of being used as some slime creature's vessel.
The body underneath her shifted. “E-Erlea?” came Tira's wet, coughing reply.
Erlea sobbed as she continued to work her wings. There was too many things going on at once and she couldn't even free a hand to scrape the slime from her face and look around. Her right wing was burning from her effort, it felt pinned or captured.
The surge of heat slammed into her. She could feel her pussy relaxing, flowering open in preparation of being breed. The sweet smell of her honey flooded the air around her. It was sweet and longing. The urge to lie back and let whatever monster was coming rose up.
“I-I can't get free. M-My wings are in the ground.”
Erlea nodded and twisted. She could feel the muck finally releasing her wings. “M-Mine too!”
Something wet slammed into her chest. The icy liquid splashed up across her chest and stomach before driving her painfully across Tira's body.
Her caught wing tore and the white-hot agony ripped through her nerves.
She screamed, both in pain and in the memory of seeing the shucks ripping the wings off her sisters. She was going to be forever helpless, broken and destroyed for some slime creature.
“Erlea!” cried Billie from the other side, behind her. The beetle girl's body was pinning the other wing. She jerked but her body didn't move away, no doubt also caught in the slime-soaked mud underneath them.
The slime in her chest spread out in a tingling wave of pleasure. It plucked at her nipples as it delved directly down for her open, vulnerable pussy. The sweet smell of honey disappeared as the taste of salt filled the air. It was slick as it pried her open and began to pour into her pussy.
Erlea sobbed, her body in agony and helpless at the same time. She tried to force her legs together but she knew it was going to be useless.
The slime was already sliding up and down her channel, driving her knees apart as the creature raped her on its pseudopod. She could feel it sloshing inside her, spreading out to caress against every nerve, every point of pleasure. Her stomach swelled as it poured into her, driving straight for her womb while leaving her mouth and asshole untouched.
Desperate, Erlea yanked her hands away from Tira and the ground and aimed them for what she hoped was her attacker. As the thick tendril penetrated her cervix and began to pump directly into her womb, she tried to configure her power to make it as wide as possible to ensure she hit it while blind. She would only get one attack so she threw everything into making it as powerful of a blast as she could muster.
Thick ripples of the pseudopod ripped her further open, stretching her pussy and insides to their limit. Thick surges assaulted her senses, weakening her so fast that her hands dropped.
“Erlea!” came Tira's gurgled cry. “Shoot!”
Finding some measure of strength, Erlea yanked her hands up and fired her RKA.
The world exploded into brilliant light and super-heated gases. A howling, roaring noise slammed into her, rising into an intense volume that instantly deafened her. Heat tore at her skin, the slime covering her body was no protection as it dried away in less than a second and flaked away.
Something huge slammed into her pussy. It felt like a giant ball about the size of her head crushing her labia and inner thighs. It ground against her opening, somehow rolling even as it tried to drill into her tight opening.
Her RKA sputtered out and she was left exhausted. Unable to resist, she slumped forward until her breasts crushed against Tira's steaming body.
The sphere at her sex was still grinding. She tried to reach it but her fingers slid off the rolling surface. It was pulling harder and harder, forcing her legs obscenely apart as it sank into her cunt.
Erlea gasped as she cracked open one eye and stared down at it.
It was the giant slime's eyeball. It spun against her pussy, prying her open. There was nothing pushing it in but it still was tight against her sex and she could feel the pressure on her bones. The only thing that kept it moving was a thick layer of slime that covered it.
Weakly, she reached down.
Her insides clenched and the ball sank further into her pussy. She could feel what was forcing it inside her, the pseudopod already piercing in her womb and pussy was pulling it inside. She let out a sobbing cry as she tried to delve her fingers between her body and the eyeball but she was too weak. Even her nails couldn't get past her straining lips.
The slime inside her pulled violently, yanking it deep her into her body. The bones of her hips creaked from the pressure as the eyeball almost reached its widest point. She was tearing open, the taste of blood in her mouth; the only buffer against the agony was the heated helplessness of having her wings still pinned in the muck.
The spinning stopped and the single, smoking eye of the slime stared directly at her.
Erlea sobbed.
With a sickening surge, it was yanked into her body. Her pussy tore at the pressure but as soon as the slimy sphere reached its widest point, there was nothing that stopped it from sucking into her hole. Instantly, her abdomen above her pubis swelled obscenely as the massive slime eye lodged itself into her cunt. Her skin and insides screamed out in agony as it burrowed deeper, pulled into safety by the animated slime that had already penetrated her womb.
No noise came out when Erlea screamed again. She shuddered violently as she felt the eyeball suck deeper, slamming against her cervix before it was yanked brutally inside.