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A Word of Caution

Welcome to the realm of the Unseelie Court. Feel free to wander and browse, but know that the content you will find here is not for the faint of heart. The visions portrayed are often darkly erotic, even disturbing, and should be traversed only by those with the appropriate character and mental age.

You have been warned.

Lara vs. the Green Slime

It wasn’t the first time that Lara had dealt with large protoplasm creatures, but this one seemed bent on something far more worrisome than simply digesting her for lunch.

Like other slimes, this one was lurking in the dark, near the ceiling of the damp cave she was spelunking through. She knew it was risky when she went in, and was watching for possible foes. But this attacker was smart enough to stay completely out of view in the cracks until she was literally standing next to it. Then, it quietly (but quickly for a slime mold), oozed out of its hiding place and covered her right hand, completely engulfing one of her guns in the process. Pulling free wasn’t getting anywhere, and she knew from experience that shooting at the thing with her other gun would only spread it around.

In retrospect, if she’d had more time, she would have gone for a flare from her pack, but time was the one thing she was short on. The creature quickly sent runnels of itself up her arm while it reached out from the cracks in the wall to secure her other flailing limbs. No matter how she fought, it took the creature less than a minute to drag her forward into the bulk of its mass, which was now covering most of the cave wall. She did manage to turn herself around, face out, but her hope of escape was quickly fleeting.

It was quite a surprise, however, when instead of a burning sensation wherever the creature touched her, she felt a mild tingling. Lara hadn’t noticed the difference right away, thinking that it was just a milder form of the digestion the creature used. But when it reached in around her bare waist, it occurred to her that what she was feeling was pleasure, not pain. And then it started in on her shorts.

She felt them loosen around her hips and looked down in time to see that the slime mold had somehow undone her belt and buttons, and was gently urging the garment down over her pelvis along with her panties. She watched for a moment in complete awe that her aggressor had the kind of intelligence needed to work the clasps. By the time the garment was crumpled around her ankles, she realized that an organism with that much brainpower might have other more sinister intentions. Or maybe it just didn’t like the taste of clothing. Either way, she renewed her struggles as her tank top was slowly drawn upward as well.

Her questions about what the slime had in mind were answered when she felt the slippery-warm tendrils of the creature reaching under her. As more and more of its mass came up and cupped her exposed flower, it was definitely with the touch of a lover, and not a mindless eating machine. It gradually settled itself into her lap and then very slowly started to slip itself through her petals and come inside.

Up higher, more active fingers of goo swirled up around her breasts and found her nipples. The strange tingling sensation was stronger than ever as it played seductively with her quickly hardening buds.

“Ughnn! Oh, sh-sh-shit!” she gasped as more and more of the organism slid itself into her, twisting and caressing her sex in ways that no human lover ever had. The giant, constantly changing tongue of smooth slick protoplasm was delving right to her depths, and it was all the tomb raider could do to keep from screaming aloud in sexual anguish.

“Ahh! Oh, g-god… UGHN! UGHMMM!…” she moaned, her hips twisting in vain to escape the tortuous pleasure as is drove her closer and closer toward inevitable bliss. Her whole body was held now, and it felt as though she were immersed in rubber cement. She could twitch and struggle, but escape was impossible.

She stared down into her own lap, unable to believe she was being seduced so quickly, and as if mocking her, her own hips started to move back and forth rhythmically.

It had started as a convulsive twitch as the organism settled over her clitoris and began to softly caress the tiny jewel. But the twitch became a wave-like undulation of her whole lower torso. She tried to resist, mostly out of a fear that she would lose control, but the almost painful compulsion to move her body grew with each second. Finally, her hips twitched a second time, and she felt her will start to crumble. Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror as her pelvis gradually took on the relentless rhythm of intercourse, slowly undulating against the slippery mass that she now humped with increasing intensity.

Lara hardly noticed as her thighs were drawn apart so that even more of the creature could ease itself under her. Instead, the raider started to gasp in short, sharp bursts of breath as her belly tightened and the cadence of her pelvis deepened in preparation for what she recognized as the beginnings of orgasm. Her body shuddering, Lara tossed back her head as unimaginable pleasure suddenly buried her. She nearly pulled her own arms from their sockets as she struggled in unstoppable ecstasy for longer than any lover had ever driven her. Thrashing her body wildly, she bucked and twisted to draw away from the white-hot stimulation that flared in her lap, but to no avail. On and on the torturous euphoria continued, rising and blossoming again, and again, and again.

Helpless, Lara Croft, tomb raider, cried out into the dark, damp cave for hour upon hour. Her spasming, undulating form growing weaker and weaker in the grip of her relentless foe.

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Lara vs. the Green Slime