27 - (R-18) Beware of Mimics
The debacle was entirely Ari's fault.
She knew better. She might not be an experienced adventurer, but she'd done her due diligence; she knew what a mimic was, and that however rare they were, chests needs to be checked for their tell-tale signs.
Maybe it was because this was her first dungeon-delve. Maybe she was excited at opening her first-ever loot chest and finding out what was inside, and the lack of danger in her encounters so far had lowered Ari's guard.
Either way, she'd been got, like a total newbie. She reached down to unclasp the rusted iron latches, grinning in excitement, and the first thing she thought was:
Why is it warm?
Is it … breathing?
Then the lid snapped open, a long pink tendril wrapped around her waist, and in a violent, jerking motion, she was sucked into the fleshy, slimy innards of a mimic.
A mimic would normally try to hurt a person, in the same vein as any dungeon entity, but for some reasons … maybe recognizing Ari's class, the dungeon morphing to accommodate its strange adventurer … hurting Ari wasn't its goal.
Slippery, pulsating heat assaulted her from every direction as she writhed around inside the chest's flesh-like innards. The lid had snapped closed the moment she was roughly pulled into the chest's interior, folding her limbs and cramming them together to make space—and even then, she barely fit. Fleshy walls squeezed into her, claustrophobia inducing, and leaving her no room to move.
Vaguely, she heard her teammates banging on the outside of the chest, trying to free her, but to little effect. She thrashed around in instinctive protest, even as tendrils squirmed around and rubbed against her skin, slickening it with their slippery juices.
"M-Mmph!" An enterprising pink tentacle wiggled against her mouth—then forced its way through, writhing around and exploring before finally shoving itself—none too gently—down Ari's throat, distending it out with its impressive size. She choked and gagged, trying to get her hands up to pull at the invader, but she was so crammed into the tight space she couldn't.
She forced herself to relax. She was only struggling because of the suddenness of it all—the unexpectedness. An instinctive response. But this wasn't so bad, was it? The feeling of being squirmed against from every angle, fleshy tentacles exploring her body. She wasn't in real danger. Probably.
She relaxed her throat and let the appendage finish its invasion, wiggling further down. Hot liquid spurted, suddenly, into her in thick waves, rushing up and down her throat and burning its way through her nose, too, dribbling out with the force of the injection.
The effect was immediate. Ari's thoughts glazed over with lust. A pink haze descended across her vision and she joined in on the writhing, desperately trying to gain purchase with her sensitive places against the fleshy material.
"Mpmhgmg, mhmhg." Please. Fuck me. With a foot of tentacle crammed down her throat, the words obviously didn't come out right.
The slimy liquid of the chest's interior had soaked every inch of her skin, making her slip and slide against the material as she wiggled around. Dozens of pink, slimy tendrils rubbed against her body, against stiff nipples, her pussy, and even her backdoor. Each movement sent thrills of electricity through her.
She nearly sobbed with need, grinding into the lubricated, pulsing tentacles. Please. Go in. I need it, she begged internally, her throat, mouth, and nose still overflowing as the trap-monster pumped in its potent aphrodisiac, blocking any real noise besides choking and convulsing.
The tendrils blessedly complied. One slipped between her lower lips and thrusted into Ari's insides, wriggling its way deeper and deeper as she spread her legs to allow it better purchase. A thinner one took her backdoor, spreading open the sensitive hole with little forewarning. Ari cried out in pain, or pleasure, as another joined the first, and soon three thick tendrils were exploring her two holes.
She felt every pulsation of the fleshy, living material, felt every questing twist and turn as they squirmed about in all three of her openings, and wrapped and squeezed her tits, toyed with her nipples.
She was melting. She'd been in here for all of thirty seconds, but she was melting. Her skin was on fire, her mind a hot sludge. The fluid injected into her had to be an aphrodisiac—and a powerful one. Her limbs were all crammed together, balled up inside the pulsing warmth of the chest, but she gyrated her hips and squirmed about regardless, trying to aid in her own violation. She couldn't breathe past the flowing, sweet-tasting liquid gushing into her throat and filling her tummy up, and she didn't care.
With a violent impact, the chest finally burst open. The fleshy chest-creature shrieked in pain as a dagger embedded into its now-open top-half. It spat Ari out onto the ground in a sticky, dripping mess.
N-No … I was almost there. Her teammates had saved her, but she hadn't wanted to be saved.
She despaired at the sudden lack of stimulation, no longer having her body played with. She glared up at her so-called saviors, then forced herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward.
"Are you alright?" a concerned Lori asked, leaning forward and holding out a hand to help Ari up.
Ari grabbed Lori's hand and roughly pulled her down, then rolled atop her. Lori was still naked from their earlier escapades, her armor packed away. The excessive fluid covering Ari's body quickly drenched into Lori as she pressed her body into the other girl's.
Ari's mouth captured Lori's, prying her friend's lips open. The aphrodisiac the mimic had sprayed into her still coated Ari's mouth, which she excitedly shared with Lori, wanting her to feel the mind-melting euphoria, too. She explored Lori's soft, slippery heat, wrestling tongues together and spreading the intoxicating liquid, and Lori quickly relaxed under her kiss, reciprocating, her hands going to Ari's ass and pulling her in closer.
In Ari's peripheral, Claire was saying something, and Silvana too. Ari ignored them both. She spread the aphrodisiac around Lori's mouth, quickly compromising her thoughts. Finally, she separated with a lewd pop, saliva trailing from their lips. Ari shuffled around, repositioning herself and presenting her lower half to Lori, who accepted the offer immediately. Toned arms wrapped around Ari's lower back as she pulled her body closer, and now in position, slipped her tongue into a much needier, wetter heat than her mouth.
Ari whined in blessed relief, the stimulation denied to her finally returning. Ari returned the favor, burying her own tongue into Lori's pussy. The two girls gyrated against each other, pleasuring each other's lower halves with their respective mouths.
Ari, already stimulated by thrusting appendages, came first. Her body spasmed under Lori's eager tongue-fucking, and she cried out into Lori's pussy, squirming and desperately trying to return the favor. Lori's taste was intoxicating. The press of her body, the thrusting and curling venturing of her powerful mouth, even more so.
She redoubled her efforts even as her body spasmed in pleasure, jerking in lewd thrusts against Lori's face, and before long, Lori writhed in her own ecstasy beneath Ari. They cried out and groaned into each other's pussies, giving their best efforts to coax their begging lower halves to the hottest-burning peak they could manage, until finally, Ari rolled off, sated.
She panted into the air, head swimming.