She hadn't meant to get stuck at first, but that was before the Pleasmos slid a slickened tendril between Celeste Kintar's tits.
She paused halfway through the hole in the broken wall when she felt the first brush of it. Celeste braced her hands against the moss-covered stones and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark. Ten years of plundering dungeons enchanted by warlocks taught her to be wary of shadows -- but fifteen at the College of Swords made her bold even in pitch blackness.
She could hear her partner Thorn laugh somewhere behind her, on the other side of the wall. Celeste thought of how it must look to him with her ass high in the air. The hole that led out of the room angled down slightly and narrowed before it opened to a forgotten hallway of the warlock's tower. Celeste was bent halfway down with her head a few feet off a tiled floor.
Enjoy it, Thorny, Celeste thought. Once or twice, she's caught him giving her appreciative looks but he'd never so much as held a door open for her in all the long years they'd worked together. She wiggled her ass, picturing his chiseled jaw flexed in a grin.
Celeste narrowed her eyes at the titled floor. There! She spotted the creature sliding along the ground, leaving a glistening trail along the tile. One shimmering strand curled up the wall like ivy to where her shoulders stuck out from the wall. The tendril between her breasts tickled as it wormed deeper beneath the tightly laced corset she wore to strap herself down.
She took one hand off the wall to grab for the tricky thing. She pushed up on her toes to get a little more reach. Her hips butted up against the rough stone, and she grunted, wondering whether she'd misjudged her size -- or the size of the hole. The stone channel felt snug around her back and belly as she went up on tiptoes to get a little more reach with her hand.
"Gotcha!" Celeste snatched the creature's centermost mass. It twitched beneath her hand, rigid as a tongue. She laughed at finding one in this dark, empty warlock tower. Pleasmos was a favorite boudoir toy of orcs. The gelatinous form could contort itself into just about any shape to fit into any opening.
"What kind of kinky place is this?" she said to herself.
Thorn's voice distracted her. She heard the deep rumble of it through the wall, tinged with amusement. Celeste used her legs to push backward out of the hole but then had the thought of Thorn standing behind her. His hands on her hips. His powerful legs between hers...
The tendril between her tits swelled. Celeste felt it spread across her skin, tingling and eager. The bit beneath her hand softened, and globs slid out between her fingers to run down her wrist.
"Naughty thing," Celeste scolded the Pleasmos. But even as she said it, Thorn's hands went around her hips just as they had in her mind. The slime in her hand spasmed in response, and the insidious tendril between her breasts slid up to where the laces of her corset held her tits in place.
Snap.
She felt the heavy weight of her breasts swing down, spilling out of the deep V of her shirt. At that same moment, Thorn's hands on her hips tightened. Celeste grunted as Thorn tried to pull her backward through the hole.
Her tits mashed against the wall, too big to fit now that nothing held them in. She twisted and squeaked as the soft underside scraped against the stone. Thorn tugged again, harder, and Celeste let go of the Pleasmos to try and wiggle her way out.
The tendril around her wrist tightened and pulled her forward. A second shimmering strand wound from the floor to trap her other hand. Celeste opened her mouth to shout a banishing spell, no longer amused by the warlock's pet slime. The swath across her chest swam up to her lips, silencing her before she could get the words out.
A sweet, charming aroma filled her nose, and her tongue tasted like raspberries dipped in chocolate. Celeste twisted as the Pleasmos covered her mouth and pinned her hands down in front of her. Dimly she felt Thorn's hands against her ass now, shoving hard to push her forward -- straight into the slimy gag that filled her head with dirty thoughts.
Oh no, I'm stuck, Celeste thought. I'm really stuck...
She wiggled and writhed, scuffing her feet hard on the ground. Thorn's hands yanked at her sides, and her breasts slapped against the stone with each tug. One heavy tit slipped free of her shirt in the frantic struggle. Celeste flushed with embarrassment as it swung like a pendulum with each hard shove against her ass.
"Friend? Help friend?"
The words came into her mind as if spoken aloud by someone nearby. Celeste ceased her useless struggle and listened. Was the Pleasmos... speaking to her?
Thorn's hands against her ass changed direction. Her second breast tumbled from her shirt, and the cold, jagged stone scraped her tender tit where it dangled against the wall. She'd never heard of a sentient Pleasmos before. She doubted anyone had.
"Mmph!" Celeste grunted around the sweet-tasting gag.
A soothing tingle spread across her tits. The slime cupped her delicate skin, lifting them away from the chafing stone.
"Help friend," the Pleasmos repeated, speaking straight into Celeste's mind. It sounded childlike in its insistence but friendly and eager. "New friend! Let's play!"
Uh... Celeste wasn't sure whether she had a choice. She shifted in the hole, feeling the pinch where the stone dug into her sides. Before she could think whether to command the slime to let her go or try to yank her hands free, she felt Thorn move.
One heavy palm landed on her ass with a smack she could hear through the wall.
"Mmm!"
