Gelatinous Cube

It waited, patiently, the light glinting off of its ultramarine surface. I slid my hand over its gelatinous flesh, caressing the glassy outside as I inhaled a soft breath. It quivered in anticipation and inched forward, pressing my hand into its depths.

Digits slipped inwards, into its cool interior. The ooze shaped around my hand, stroking fingers, a wiggling tongue with no mouth. Each shudder of the cube brought my hand in deeper, slowly pulling me into itself, jelly sliding along my skin, toasting me as it went.

I would need to breathe and trust my companion knew better than to press its digestive enzymes against my skin. Slowly I turned, hand enmeshed in its body, tantalizing stinging running along the exposed flesh of my fingers and arm as I pressed my back against it.

It curled around me as I moved into it. Its consuming flesh wrapped around my thighs and hips, slid confidently around my shoulders and neck. I leaned forward, letting my legs fall back behind me and float within its girth.

Fluid crept over and between my legs, shaping to my body, undulating against me. I gasped as it explored my thighs, pressing upwards and inwards, filling every crevice it could find, slipping within me, devouring my sweat and lust as it went.

Pressure swelled against and within my body, expanding and stretching the realm of possibility with each quaking motion it made. My body trembled in response, a sudden moan pressed out of my lips.

My torso became submerged. Hungry slime lapped at my skin, compressed my breasts and hardened peaks. It held me secure, applying more pressure here and there, mixing pain with the profound pleasure of fullness, pulsing with every heated breath I took.

Finally my last breath was drawn before my lover pulled me within, slipping itself within my own mouth. It filled me, entirely. My heart pounded as pleasure rippled through my body, the ooze expanding every opening it desired, reaching depths I hadn't known possible.

It pulsed within my body, holding me still despite my writhing muscles that bucked each time the ooze pushed and pressed further. Burning moments passed. My open mouth vibrated with moans suffocated by the gelatinous fluid.

My throat ached for air, the pulsing pressure touching me everywhere at once, within and without, building in tantamount speed towards an ecstasy I had never known.

Fingers swam uselessly in its turquoise fluid, desperate for something solid to cling to as time and my senses abandoned me. Suspended in its depths, it consumed me, swallowing all that I offered, savouring parts of me no lover ever had.

Time only returned from its expansive standstill when the dungeon echoed with my ecstatic scream. A plopping sound followed as the ooze released me, igniting my lungs with air. Slime slowly trickled out of my body, leaving me suddenly hollow and spent.