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."
