Aeris And Glyss The Slime Girl

The moon hung high over the enchanted forest, its silver light spilling over the mossy glade like silk. Glowing mushrooms pulsed softly with pale blue light, illuminating pools of crystal-clear water that shimmered with magic.

Aeris sat in one of those pools, bare from the waist up, steam rising gently around his slim frame. The elf's silver hair clung to his back, and intricate tattoos swirled across his shoulders and hips--runes and roses, winding over pale skin. Tiny piercings glinted at his ears, his nipples, his navel. He looked like something out of a dream.

And Glyss watched him.

From the shadows at the edge of the glade, she slithered forward--half-liquid, half-woman, her slime form shifting and glistening in the moonlight. She didn't speak at first. Just watched the elf arch his back in the water, sighing, unaware.

"You're either brave or foolish, bathing out here all alone."

Aeris startled, ears twitching, and turned to face her. His cheeks flushed pink. "I didn't think anyone else would be here."

Glyss flowed closer, her voice smooth like honey over ice. "Lucky for me. You're a pretty thing."

He watched her form stabilize--legs shaping slowly out of goo, arms, breasts, lips. But her center pulsed with that same translucent core, faintly glowing, dangerous. "You're... beautiful," he breathed.

She grinned. "You like what you see?"

Aeris nodded, eyes wide.

She approached the pool, slipping in without a sound. The water didn't resist her; it welcomed her. She circled him slowly, her form brushing along his legs, his thighs, but never quite settling. Her curves molded and shifted--thicker hips, a tighter waist, the suggestion of a tongue licking along his spine.

Aeris gasped, squirming where he sat, heat blooming at his core. "What are you doing?"

"Just looking. Touching. Teasing. You don't mind, do you?"

He swallowed. "No..."

Her goo slid around his wrists before he could protest, gently pinning his arms back against the mossy stone. "Good."

He whimpered. "W-wait, I--"

"Shhh." She kissed his cheek with a ripple of warmth. "You're already hard, pretty boy. Don't play shy now."

Aeris's breath hitched. His cock strained beneath the water, throbbing helplessly. She hadn't even touched him properly.

"You get off on being teased, don't you?" Glyss whispered against his pointed ear. "Little femboy slut... gods, I could keep you here for hours."

And she did.

Slime curled around his waist, lifted his hips, wrapped around his cock without stroking. It pulsed against him, warm and slick, threatening pleasure but never delivering. Aeris moaned, his body trembling, pierced nipples tight with arousal.

"Please," he gasped. "Let me--"

"No," Glyss said sweetly, coiling more of herself around his thighs. "Good boys don't get to finish unless Mistress says so."

She shifted behind him, forming a long, thick appendage that glistened in the moonlight. Aeris's eyes went wide.

"You'll take this," Glyss said, voice firm. "You'll thank me for it."

"Yes," he whimpered. "Please--"

She entered him slowly, deliberately, holding him still with every inch. Aeris cried out, back arching, arms bound, the collar of slime around his throat gently pulsing.

"Good boy," she purred, thrusting into him with smooth, perfect rhythm. "So tight. So obedient. My perfect little toy."

He could barely think--his mind drowned in sensation. Her goo flexed and stroked his cock, edging him cruelly as she filled him, praised him, pinned him.

"Mistress--" he moaned, body shuddering.

"Not yet."

Then she surged forward, curling a tendril beneath his chin, guiding his face upward. Another length of slime formed in front of his lips--thick, glistening, and faintly pulsing.

"Open, pet," she commanded.

Aeris obeyed without hesitation, lips parting. Glyss eased into his mouth, slowly filling it, her taste cool and tingling. He moaned around her, the sound muffled, his eyes fluttering. Below, his cock throbbed visibly, untouched and flushed a deep red, a steady bead of precum dripping from the tip and trailing down his shaft--his body leaking, desperate, and denied.

The air around them shimmered faintly as Glyss exuded a slow, intoxicating wave of pheromones, magic laced with heat and need. It seeped into Aeris's skin, into his lungs, feeding his helpless desire until his whole body quivered with need.

She pushed deeper, just enough to make him gag--then held him there, reveling in the way his throat convulsed around her.

"There we go... such a good boy. Taking both ends like the pretty little thing you are."

When she finally withdrew from his mouth, a soft pop echoed in the glade, followed by Aeris's ragged, gasping breaths. Strings of translucent slime clung to his lips and chin as he panted, dazed and dripping. Glyss coiled a slick tendril under his chin and tilted his face up to hers.

"You're not nearly done," she purred. "I want to see you fall apart somewhere softer."

Without breaking contact, Glyss lifted him effortlessly from the pool. Her form cradled him like warm water as she carried him to the edge of the glade, laying him down gently on a bed of mossy grass. The ground radiated a gentle heat, laced with faint magical pulses that tingled beneath Aeris's back.

The glow of the mushrooms bathed his flushed skin in blues and purples as Glyss hovered above him, her form shifting, rippling, preparing. She trailed a slick hand down his chest, circling his nipples, dragging down over his tattooed stomach to where he still leaked steadily--his cock twitching, aching, painted with precum.

"Look at you," she whispered, straddling him. "So wet and needy without a single stroke. Magic's working perfectly."

"Beg for it," Glyss said, her voice a syrupy command. "Beg your mistress."

Aeris moaned, voice barely above a breath. "Please, Mistress... use me. Ruin me."

Glyss grinned, sharp and hungry. "That's more like it."

Without warning, she surged downward, forming a thick, firm appendage that thrust into him hard and deep. Aeris cried out, his back arching off the moss as she filled him in a single, punishing motion. The slick smack of slime against skin echoed beneath the trees.

"You wanted it rough, pet," she growled, grabbing his hips with molten strength and dragging him into every thrust. "So take it."

She pinned his wrists to the grass with tendrils that flexed like iron, her goo slamming into him with an unrelenting rhythm. Aeris was helpless--completely, beautifully helpless beneath her.

The pheromones intensified, saturating the air, clouding his mind with dizzying need. His cock bobbed between them, drooling, neglected, painfully hard. Every thrust from Glyss pushed him closer to the edge, then left him teetering there--over and over.

"F-fuck," he sobbed. "I-I'm gonna--"

"No," Glyss hissed, clamping a ring of slick pressure at the base of his cock to stop him. "You don't come until I've broken you."

Aeris sobbed beneath her, his whole body trembling with the need to come, every nerve on fire. Glyss didn't slow--if anything, her thrusts grew harder, deeper, the heat of her magic pulsing through every slick inch buried inside him. Her grip at the base of his cock remained firm, denying him even the smallest hint of release.

"You thought I'd let you finish just because you begged pretty?" she snarled against his neck. "You're mine, pet. You come when I say you come--and not a second before."

He whimpered, moaning into the grass, his fingers twitching where her slime held him down. Glyss wasn't satisfied with just his wrists--new tendrils slid down, wrapping around his ankles, thighs, even slipping under his back to lift and lock him in place. The moss beneath him grew slick from the slime and his own leaking arousal, pooling into a sticky mess that only made him feel more vulnerable, more owned.

She flexed her hips, grinding into that perfect spot deep inside him, and Aeris screamed--raw, high-pitched, desperate.

"Beg for more," Glyss growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to keep using you. Beg to be ruined."

"Please--please, Mistress," he gasped. "Don't stop. Tie me tighter. Use me harder. Please don't let me come. I want to be yours--I _am_ yours."

Glyss purred. "Good boy."

Glyss didn't let up. The restraints multiplied, slick tendrils curling tighter around Aeris's thighs, coiling around his calves, cinching his waist, spreading him wider and _holding_ him there. Another slipped through his hair and pulled back just enough to make his throat arch, presenting him perfectly--open, exposed, trembling.

And still, she didn't let him come.

Every time his body tensed, every time his hips bucked or his moans hitched with that unmistakable desperate edge, Glyss stopped. She would pause mid-thrust, tighten the grip at the base of his cock, or pull back entirely to let the aching emptiness torment him.

Aeris cried openly now, face streaked with tears and sweat, body trembling like a leaf. His cock was so hard it hurt, leaking constantly, pulsing with every denied climax. His voice was raw from moaning, his muscles limp from overuse, and yet he _begged_.

"Please, Mistress," he choked. "Please, I--I can't anymore--please let me come, please I'll be good, I'll do anything--please--"

Glyss leaned down, her mouth brushing his ear, her voice sweet as poison.

"No," she whispered. "You don't get to break unless I say so."

She thrust into him hard, and he screamed, his whole body convulsing against the binds--but he didn't come. He couldn't. She'd denied him so long and so precisely that even his orgasm was no longer his to give.

"You're not broken yet."

He sagged into the moss, trembling violently, his mind fogged over in pure submission. His world had narrowed to her rhythm, her voice, her control.

Aeris could barely form words now--just soft, pleading noises, tears trailing down his cheeks, his body limp and trembling within the slick web Glyss had bound him in. His cock twitched uselessly, aching and pulsing with every denied second, the skin flushed dark, glistening with his need.

Glyss coiled tighter around him, holding him completely still. She moved slowly now, purposefully, grinding deep with every stroke, watching the way his breath hitched and caught.

"You want it so badly," she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, her voice low and sweet. "You've begged, you've leaked, you've cried for me... Are you mine yet, little pet?"

Aeris nodded frantically, incoherent. "Y-yes... please, I--I'm yours, Mistress, I'm yours--"

"Good," she purred.

And she let go.

The grip at his cock eased. Her thrusts grew brutal, relentless--slamming into that same spot over and over until he was screaming her name, his whole body spasming. She reached around and stroked him _once_--and that was all it took.

He came violently, brokenly, his voice tearing from his throat as his body convulsed in her bonds. It was overwhelming--pleasure that bordered on pain, heat and magic crashing through him in a tidal wave. His cum painted his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and still he trembled, gasping, sobbing with release.

Glyss wrapped around him, held him through it, murmuring praise in his ear.

"My good boy," she whispered. "My perfect little thing."

Aeris lay limp in the moss, utterly spent. His chest rose and fell in shallow, shuddering breaths, his eyes half-lidded, lashes damp with tears. The bindings around his wrists and thighs slowly melted away, releasing him into Glyss's arms as she cradled him gently against her warm, pliable body.

She held him close, her form shifting to mold around him like a second skin--comforting now, rather than restraining. One hand stroked through his damp hair, the other smoothing down his side in long, steady motions.

"You did so well," she whispered, voice quiet and warm against his temple. "You took everything I gave you."

Aeris made a small, content sound, nuzzling into her. He was still trembling faintly, but it was fading--like the final ripples in a pool after a stone is thrown.

"I... I didn't know I could feel that much," he breathed, voice hoarse.

Glyss kissed his forehead, her slime cool and gentle on his flushed skin. "That's what you get when you give yourself completely, pet. You were perfect."

She pulled him closer, wrapping a soft tendril around his waist like a blanket, another coiling loosely around his hand. Around them, the glade pulsed softly with bioluminescent light--serene now, quiet again.

Aeris's eyes fluttered closed, a sleepy smile on his lips.

"I'm yours," he murmured. "All yours."

"I know," Glyss said, brushing one last kiss to his cheek. "And I'll take very good care of what's mine."