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How was she so good…?
A few paces from the pool, the elf laid flat on her back, legs spread. The moss soaked her shoulder blades as the scent in the air grew. She had been naked in front of Eryss before, but it was never this… exposed.
Offset by a head, their fronts were sandwiched together, sweat and slime alike mixing in the seams. Their lower halves diverged as Eryss’s stretched into the half-emptied pool, her membrane pulsing as she took in fresh water.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, you know?” As her syrupy hand played with Janara’s ear, Eryss resumed her licks at the elf’s neck.
Shlick. Shlick. The noise shivered her, each one leaving a balmy residue across her skin.
Alongside that, heaps of calming goo weighed down on the elf as gravity pressed Eryss down on her, making it hard to move, not that she wanted to.
Then, a particularly rough lick forced a moan from her slit lips, and her hand skimmed to the slime’s head, its fingertips digging into the slippery membrane. The other applied pressure to a gooey hand that rested at the elf’s side. For some reason, having both hands occupied made the sensations all the better.
Another moan and Eryss lowered her head, her tongue tracing its way down to a nipple, circling the slight elevation on the elf’s chest. Soon, it grew hard, and Eryss latched onto the nub, giving it a few teasing sucks as her shapeless hand did the same with the opposite breast.
The slime began to pull her head upwards, stretching the elf’s breasts into small tents, and turning her moans into cries. But they could only stretch so much, and a pop freed the pair eventually, leaving two red marks on her chest as evidence.
Lowering again, she skirted over her belly button, before her tongue crossed the creases that joined hip to thigh. The cries from before became giggles as her tongue dragged its way to her mound, and the slime planted a sloppy kiss there.
Then, she kissed lower, hitting a special spot, and the feeling radiated through her loins as a heated trickle ran to her rear with a gasp.
“Can I?” Eryss’s tongue ran across her gooey lips.
Janara stared down her body. A shiny blue-green tinged trail coated her from top-to-down, stroking and squeezing her skin as if it were alive. The covering was so shallow, yet it weighed so heavily on her, and in more ways than one.
And there Eryss was, snuggled between her legs and close enough for Janara to feel the chill of her membrane. Soon she would become even more acquainted with it.
Janara nodded.
The frosted organ made its maiden lick from the base of the elf’s slit to the hardening nub on top, draining the come that gathered within her folds. The elf’s hands scrunched the sticky moss at her sides as her hips shivered from chill and heat alike.
Another lick repeated the motion a tad deeper, and the tongue’s animated surface became apparent. Then it rested flat against her entrance, and she was made to feel every whirl, especially across her clit. Her body rewarded Eryss with a soft moan and a helping of come.
Globules of elven come drifted from the slime’s head into her torso, absorbing into her core. It was a strange and oddly thrilling sight, and Janara couldn’t help but watch as the fluids assimilated into the slime’s form and scent. In turn, the slime’s body warmed and darkened, and there was no doubt Eryss enjoyed her taste and aroma.
Swallowing, the elf tapped the slime’s head.
Yeeeeesssss…? A voice seeped into her mind.
Janara made a goofy smile at her. Can you… umm… go deeper…?
Answering with a giggle, the slime pressed her face harder into Janara’s inner thighs, mashing her tongue into the entrance. As the pressure increased, the membrane seeped in, and the elf’s abs flexed in response.
The throbbing continued even after the slime’s tongue came to a rest. Eryss’s heartbeat drummed through her form, matching Janara’s as the goo pulsed against the elf’s walls. Meanwhile, the lazy swirling from before vortexed as the organ grew within her. Then, Eryss began to move as well, pumping and twisting the animated tongue in and out.
Trying to make sense of the new sensations, the elf rested her head on the vegetation, immersing herself in the cave’s ceiling.
To boil her existence down to her femininity would have been a grave ignorance. Eryss was a best friend, irreplaceable partner, and perfect confidant who understood, appreciated, and cared for Janara so much; it was that that made this perfect. And by coincidence, she also just so happened to be a woman.
Not that it was to be completely disregarded. Eryss certainly knew the ins and outs of her body, more than any man would have…
A spiking pleasure on her clit broke her thoughts. It was something thin, like a finger or tendril, and it penetrated deep into her nerves as it circled the nub from base to tip. Small as it was, it reflected the same motions of Eryss’s tongue that brought her to a melting point.
The tongue’s texture was grainy now, and each of its thrusts hit her perfectly, shivering her waist and streaming out juices to such an extent where some had to leak out of her, unabsorbed.