Chapter 8: Ooze’s Delight

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Knight-Errant Angela – The Lost Mines of Khragorath, Fallen Kingdom of Modan

At an intersection, just as Azken promised, we found the rest post at the start of the mines. It was carved into the side of a natural cavern, a monumental edifice that seemed to sprout naturally from the rougher walls of the unworked stone. Shafts drove off in several directions from the cavern. They were not as wide as the tunnels we had walked down, nor as finally carved.

“I think rest is a good idea,” Thrak said. The orc barbarian yawned and stretched.

Faoril, at his side, had a smile on her face. “Did that dwarf queen tire you out?”

“She was insatiable,” Thrak grinned. “You would never know such a tiny body could have such energy in her. My poor balls are drained.”

“Then let’s get you to bed. You need to be well rested.” Faoril licked her lips.

“For adventuring in the mines, not for fucking you,” Sophia reminded. She had her magical dagger in hand. It did not glow.

“We need to be careful,” Chaun nodded.

Sophia scowled. She did not like Chaun. She found it suspicious that he was waiting for us. I suspected she just hated that even she was slightly attracted to the gorgeous changeling. He was irresistible. Even traveling with him for days did little to blunt his attractiveness.

I put my arm around Sophia’s shoulders. “If there really are baths in here, me and you can relax before we go to bed.”

Sophia smiled. “Relax, huh?”

“What was that about needing energy for tomorrow?” Faoril asked. “And not for fucking.”

“Angela and I are not worn out by a lusty dwarf queen,” Sophia answered with a grin.

Thrak yawned again. His mouth opened wide. His thick teeth revealed. His back arched and he spread his shoulders wide as the sound echoed back and forth through the cavern. “Food and sleep. That’s what I need.”

Faoril patted his swarthy stomach.

Xera moved to one of the shafts. She peered down it. A bobbing light, conjured by Faoril, drifted to Xera and illuminated the shaft. The elf’s ears twitched. She cocked her head as she examined the shaft and sniffed the air.

“Anything?” I asked.

“No.” She shook her head. “I thought I heard something drag. But nothing is moving.”

“Well, we keep a watch,” Angela said. She drew her sword. “Let’s clear the building and figure out our watch order.”

“I would like to take the first watch,” Xera said.

“I’ll have second,” Angela nodded.

“Then I shall have the last.” Thrak stretched his back. Then he strode to the stone door to the rest house. Dust covered the intricate carvings that adorned the door. He twisted the handle and it opened with barely a rasp.

“Well made,” Chaun observed. “I doubt that door has been opened in several hundred years.”

Thrak sneezed. “Yes, I can tell by the dust.”

Searching the rest house did not take long. The first floor had stone tables, a common room, while upstairs were barracks with narrow, stone beds. I shook my head at the sight. How could they sleep on hard stone?

In the basement, we discovered a large pool of steaming water.

“A natural hot spring,” chortled Sophia. She pulled off her boots and stockings, then dangled her feet into the water. It was clear as crystal. Several small holes lined the pool’s side, inlets for the water. “Oh, that’s wonderful. After we eat, Angela, we need to come down here.” Sophia glanced at Chaun who had also taken off his shoes to dip into the water. “You can wait until we’re down.”

“Afraid I’ll spy your charms, Sophia?” Chaun asked, his voice melodic.

“I do.”

“Have no fear of your virtue. I will not seduce you and break your vows. Xera, Faoril, and Angela are enough companionship for me.”

“Like you could seduce me,” Sophia muttered.

Chaun smiled. “Is that a challenge?”

Sophia huffed.

“Chaun,” I groaned. “Don’t antagonize her.”

“My apologies.” Chaun stood up, his bare feet slapping as he crossed the stone, leaving wet prints behind. “I only want harmony between us.”

“Were you waiting for us?” Sophia asked. “In Lor-Khev.”

“My ... intuition kept me there. I guess, in a way, I waited. Fate’s work, no doubt.”

“No doubt,” Sophia muttered.

Chaun’s feet slapped as he climbed the stairs. I shook my head. “He helps us. There is nothing sinister about that.”

“I suppose,” Sophia sighed. “I just ... have this feeling he’s hiding something. I don’t know. Maybe it’s his too pretty face.” She shuddered. “He’s right. I bet he could seduce me.”

“But he doesn’t have any tits for you to play with and a cock is nothing like a pussy. Trust me. You wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

Sophia smiled. “It’s so disgusting. I don’t know how you can enjoy the things.”

“You like dildos. It’s much like that.”

“They are different,” she asserted as she stood. “Let’s eat and get down here. I need a relaxing soak. And, don’t take this the wrong way, Angela, but you’re starting to smell like rusted iron and sweat.”

“I’m not the only one getting fragrant.”

Sophia grinned. “I know. Thrak. Wow, how did that dwarf queen put up with it?”

I laughed and shook my head at her.

Acolyte Sophia

My belly full of what I dubiously called food—trail rations, made of jerky and hard bread, were far from it—and I giggled as I took Angela’s hand. We passed Thrak and Faoril lying down in a bedroll on the first floor. Xera sat in a windowsill. It was made of a thin crystal that was transparent. She peered into the darkness. Chaun played with his lyre, tuning it while humming.

Angela’s armor clinked as she followed me down into the baths. My pussy itched beneath my white robes. The warm water was so inviting. I had heard of hot springs and their invigorating properties. The water had been warm and the scent of the spring’s minerals filled my nose.

“Someone’s eager,” Angela grinned. “Oh, wait, that’s you always. Your pussy must be wet and hot all hours of the day.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned in complete agreement. “It’s that armor they have you wearing.”

I paused to admire Angela’s beauty. Her red hair fell about the shiny pauldrons of her armor. Her large breasts were cupped by her half-breastplate into a magnificent cleavage. Her flat stomach was left bare, and only a thin, chainmail loincloth hid her pussy and ass, leaving her upper thighs and most of her gorgeous rear exposed. Her thigh-high boots were covered by iron greaves, which just made her even sexier.

“Mmm, yes, it makes me wet every time I see you in it.”

“That’s the point,” Angela grinned. “To distract my enemies. The less women wear, the more defended they are.”

Staring at her lush body, that logic made perfect sense to me.

“Now, slave,” Angela said, her voice growing stern. “Attend to me and ready me for my bath.”

“Yes, Mistress.” My pussy clenched in eager anticipation. I loved it when we played this game.

I was adept at stripping Angela’s armor after all these months. I knew how to undo the straps and buckles to strip her as fast as possible. As I peeled off her armor, I exposed more and more of her delightful flesh.

My hands squeezed her pillowy tits when they were exposed. I cupped them and lifted her pink nipples to my hungry lips. I nibbled on them both, savoring her hard nubs in my lips. Angela groaned and stroked my brown hair.

“You teasing slut,” she groaned. “I told you to attend me, not suckle on my tits.”

“How else am I supposed to attend you, Mistress? I need to make sure your bath is as pleasant as possible.”

Angela fought a smile. “And you think I want to be pleased by your mouth?”

“I do, Mistress.” I licked my lips, my tongue piercing hard. “Don’t you want that, Mistress? It will make your bath even more relaxing.”

“Very well. You are permitted to use your vulgar tongue to satiate me.”

“Thank you for this honor, Mistress.”

I knelt before her and unbuckled her greaves from her boots. Then I pulled them off along with her stockings. I lifted her feet and tongued her toes. I sucked them into my mouth, loving how they felt. I swirled my tongue around each toe. My fingers caressed the soles of her feet as I worshiped her toes and brought such delight from her mouth.

Her feet licked clean, I moved onto her sword belt. Her chainmail loincloth hung from it. The chainmail rattled as I unbuckled and removed the wide band of leather. Her pussy, shaved bare and dripping wet, appeared before my eyes.

I couldn’t resist licking. My tongue stud slid through her folds and brushed her clit. Angela let out a wonderful moan. I took another lick, her tangy juices gathering on my tongue. I savored my lover’s delight.

Then I stood up and stripped out of my robe, unveiling my nubile body. Angela’s eyes flicked down. She reached out and seized a pink nipple topping my small, left breast. She pinched it hard and pulled.

“Are you horny, slut? Did it make you wet sucking my toes and licking my pussy.”

“So wet, Mistress.” I shuddered as the pain shot down my nipple to my pussy. My excitement grew.

“Good.”

She led me to the bath by my nipple. She walked backwards, stepping into the warm water. It rose about her lush thighs to her waist and then I stepped in after her. I groaned and savored the hot water rising about my body. Angela sank lower until her large breasts bobbed in the water. Steam rose about her while her red hair fanned out in the water.

Angela reached the far end of the pool. She pulled me close by the nipple. Her other hand seized the back of my head and pulled me into her lips. I kissed her hard as our bodies pressed together in the warm water. Our tongues dueled.

I slipped my thigh between her legs and found her pussy. She was hotter than the water. I made her wet.

Angela groaned into our kiss as she humped her pussy on my thigh. Her hard clit and slipper lips smeared her juices on my flesh. I could feel the sticky passion before the water washed her excitement away.

I resisted the urge to rub my own pussy on her thigh. I would be in trouble if I did that. I could only find my pleasure when Angela gave me permission. The anticipation and denial of my own pleasure made my orgasm even more intense when I was finally permitted to receive it.

Angela broke the kiss to moan, “Mmm, that’s it. Rub your thigh on my pussy, slave. Pleasure me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I panted as I nuzzled into her neck.

Beneath the water, my hand roamed her body. Our hard nipples brushed. A soft moan escaped her lips. She undulated harder on my thigh, smearing her pussy and massaging her hard clit. My hands found her ass, squeezing her flexing butt.

“Keep humping, Mistress, and you’ll find your release,” I purred.

In the water, something brushed my foot. I froze, my fingers digging into my Mistress’s ass. A warm, almost gelatinous appendage wrapped about my foot. I let out a yelp as it flowed up my leg in the water.

“Angela!”

“Mistress,” she moaned, humping faster against me.

I glanced down in the water. The surface rippled as Angela humped me, distorting my legs. But there was something orange flowing up my body. It came from the nearby drain spout, undulating as more and more of its gelatinous body oozed into the bath.

“There’s something in the water, Angela.” Panic had me.

The warm, gelatinous creature flowed higher up my thigh. Angela suddenly stiffened. It had reached her thighs. I tried to pull away from Angela, but the creature had wrapped about both our legs, pinning us together.

“What is it?” I gasped and then my eyes widened.

It had reached my pussy. The oozing, gelatinous body molded around my labia and folds. It engulfed my clit and pulsed around it. More of the creature oozed into my pussy, spreading me open as it filled me up, brushing all my nerves.

“Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I gasped as a powerful wave of pleasure shuddered through me.

“Slata’s hairy cunt,” Angela groaned. “What is going on, Sophia? Oh, gods, its flowing into my pussy.”

“It’s something orange and gelatinous,” I gasped, panic and lust filling me up.

The thing exploring my pussy pulsed and writhed. It expanded and contracted, rippling inside my pussy and massaging my sheath. My nerves came alive. I gasped in delight. My nipples rubbed against Angela’s.

Angela’s blue eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh, Sophia, oh, wow. It’s ... oh, wow. It’s an ooze. Oh, yes. It drinking our sexual energies so it can reproduce.”

“Is that bad?” I panted as the pleasure crashed through me. The ooze pulsed faster and faster inside of me. More of its body slid through my butt, molding to it and probing through my crack until it found my sphincter.

It teased my asshole.

“No,” groaned Angela. “It’ll just divide itself. They’re harmless. Scavengers. Oh, yes. We can just ... oh, gods, that’s good. It’s in my ass, Sophia.”

The ooze pressed into my asshole. My head threw back. My moans echoed through the bathing room as my bowels were filled. The ooze crept higher, massaging my skin as its appendages rippled and undulated in my holes.

The ooze sucked on my clit as it fucked me with its body. Angela hugged me tight, her breasts pillowed against mine as we were fucked and teased. My toes curled against the stone bottom of the pool while my body shuddered.

“So good,” I panted. “Oh, wow, it’s touching every spot inside of me. Oh, wow.”

The ooze was so different. It didn’t just stab into me like a dildo. It expanded and filled all the little crevasses inside of me. It teased nerve endings that had never been stimulated before. It found them all, pulsing against them. My nipples ached against Angela’s as the pleasure swelled through me.

My lips found my lover’s. I kissed Angela hard as my pussy convulsed around the ooze’s flesh. My bowels clenched. My orgasm rippled through me. The ooze pulsed faster inside my pussy as the rapture flowed through me. Everywhere it touched me constricted.

The ooze enjoyed my sexual fluids.

It kept pulsing and teasing me. Its appendages teased my asshole and pussy. It massaged my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me that ignited more and more orgasms. They crashed one atop the other, shooting through me, leaving me gasping and heaving. I trembled in my lover’s arms and moaned into her mouth.

Angela joined me in bliss. She shuddered and kissed me harder. Her fingernails dug into my back as the ooze pleasured us. Our tongues dueled. My skin was alive. I drank in every stimulation on my body from the ooze and Angela.

They all swirled together to drive me to higher heights of pleasure.

My pussy kept convulsing. The muscles in my stomach burned as I trembled. I broke the kiss with Angela to scream out my wordless pleasure. Angela joined me, bucking against my body. The pulses of the ooze grew faster and faster. It hummed inside of me.

“Sweet Saphique,” I groaned. “Oh, gods, I can’t take much more of this. It’s too much.”

“I know!”

The ooze’s rapid pulses churned my pussy into a froth. My bowels shot fiery pleasure that crashed into my pussy. More orgasms burst through me. I had never cum so much in my life. They wouldn’t stop. The pleasure drowned my mind. I bucked and heaved against Angela. Our screams merged together.

And then the pulsing stopped.

I slumped into Angela as the ooze withdrew from us. In the water, two orange blobs moved to the drain and squeezed their bodies through. I was no longer bound to Angela. My body had no energy. I fell back into the water, floating on the surface.

“Oh, gods,” I groaned as I drifted, staring up at the ceiling. “Did that really just happen?”

“Uh-huh,” panted Angela. She sank down to her neck. “I can barely move. I think I came more just now than I have my entire life.”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Ooh, they’re gone. We could have kept one.”

“You wicked slut,” laughed Angela.

I smiled. “I am. What a relaxing bath. If the noble ladies of Shesax knew such pleasure could be garnered from an ooze, those creatures would fill every ladies bath.”

“Uh-huh.”

Xerathalasia

Angela and Sophia’s gasps of delight echoed from the bathing hall. They were coming hard. I ignored them and focused outside. I studied the shaft where I heard the sound from. I didn’t like that shaft. My instincts screamed at me.

Angela and Sophia appeared not long after, both wet and beaming. They fell into their bedroll and were asleep. Chaun had already turned in. It was only me awake. I kept watch, keeping an internal clock. There was only darkness down here.

On the third hour of my watch, the dragging returned. My ears perked up. It was flesh sliding across stone. A whiff of decay permeated through the window. I peered at the shaft. A faint, spectral glow appeared. It was little brighter than the darkness.

My heart raced. I stood up, watching intently. If the glow grew brighter, I would wake my companions. What could cause this? It was living. What had the dwarves awakened down here centuries ago.

The glow vanished. The dragging sound dwindled into the distance. The scent of death faded. The monster retreated into the cave. It must patrol. We would have to be careful when we venture into the mines.

We would not use that shaft.

Angela stirred. She came awake, groaning as she stood up. She was a trained warrior, adept at waking herself up when necessary. She walked naked to me, her sword belt gripped in hand. She paused at the window.

“Anything?”

I nodded my head and told her what I had witnessed.

Journeyman Mage Faoril

I pressed my hand against the rough wall of the mine shaft. I ignored the half-rotted skeleton lying at my feet. We were on our second day searching the mines, and the sight of dead, dwarven skeletons were far too common. We had seen over two dozen and we had barely searched the warren of tunnels. We had moved lower and lower. The air grew warmer with every level we descended.

I sent my earth magic out into the wall. I didn’t have to touch it, but it helped to steady me. I had used a lot of magic the last two days, searching for any adamantium ore missed by the thorough dwarves. My magic swept through the stones in a bubble around me, reaching up and down, left and right, questing.

My magic neared burning out. I would have to blow Thrak after my next search. My orc lover had not complained once while providing me the cum I needed to work my magic. Of course, Chaun was also eager to provide his seed.

“Anything?” Sophia asked in a whisper. She held her dagger gripped in her hand. It glowed pink. It had been glowing since we entered the mines.

I shook my head.

We were all on edge. Poor Xera’s ears never stopped twitching. The thing moved around us. We could glimpse spectral, green light and heard the disgusting sound of bodies dragging across the stone as the creature moved.

None of us knew what it was. It never drew close to us. Maybe it feared confrontation with a mage or maybe it hadn’t realized we were sneaking through the mines. We all tried to be as quiet as possible. Poor Thrak had to keep his moans silent as I sucked his cock.

But I needed my cum, and I didn’t want to delve into my reserves bottles. At the rate I was using magic, they would not have lasted me much longer.

I was just about to release a spell when I felt something beneath us. I frowned. Metal. Not iron or nickel, which I had detected plenty of, but adamantium. A smile crossed my lips. Finally. “We need to find a way down two levels,” I whispered. “Xera, it’s in that direction.”

The elf seemed able to remember the layout of the tunnel and constantly know which way was north. The rest of us were hopelessly turned around. Xera nodded her head, marking the direction I pointed at, then pointed down a side passage.

“This should lead to stairs.”

“Let’s go,” Angela said, leading the way, my glowing ball dancing at her ear.

Acolyte Sophia

The glow on my dagger increased as we descended the two levels. The stairs were narrow, winding around wide shafts that had a stone chain dangling down the middle. At the top was a mechanism for lifting ore out of the depths.

I motioned to Angela, pointing to my dagger. It had never grown this brightly.

“Xera,” Angela whispered as she drew her sword. “Is the thing near?”

Xera sniffed the air. “I can’t tell. It smells of too much death down here. I do not hear it.”

Thrak unlimbered his ax and Chaun swallowed. He had no weapons save for his music, and would that have any effect on the creature stalking through the mines. My palm grew sweaty as I gripped my dagger. I shifted hands and wiped my palm dry on my robe.

“This way,” Xera whispered. “The ore should be in this direction.”

I swallowed and trembled as I walked in the middle of the party. Thrak had the rear, Faoril in front of him, then Chaun, me, Xera, and Angela at the front, her shield ready before her. I looked up at the stone ceiling. How deep were we?

I would give anything to see the sky again.

Thrak

I kept my heart beat under control by breathing. I walked backward as much as forward, keeping an eye on the rear, searching for any green glow. Sophia’s dagger shed pink light almost as bright as Faoril’s magic light.

It was near. Stalking us. The hairs on my body stood up. I gripped my ax. It was made of the finest Valyan steel. Its edge was honed to razor sharpness. I could cleave through a man with a single swing. But would my ax have any effect on a creature that glowed green?

Were we dealing with a spirit or another type of undead? Would my ax be useless against its unliving essence.

I grit my teeth. “Sophia.”

The party stopped. The acolyte turned to face me, her eyes reflecting the light of her dagger. It painted her face in pink hues. She seemed ethereal. “What?”

“You should enchant our weapons. Before this thing finds us. If it’s not living, our weapons will be useless.”

“He’s right,” Angela nodded from the front.

Spectral-green light burst across the stone wall beside Faoril. A moment later, a glowing mass of incorporeal flesh burst out. It was a huge appendage made of the grasping souls of dead dwarves. They were miners, dressed like the corpses we found littering the tunnels. Each of their arms reached out for Faoril.

She screamed as they touched her. Their green hands reached into her flesh. Faoril convulsed. The vial of cum in her hand slipped from her grip and bounced on the stone floor. Green surrounded her. The spirit ripped something out of her body.

Faoril fell limp to the ground. The spectral dwarves pulled what they stole from her body into their mass. My eyes widened in horror. A green, incorporeal Faoril was pulled into the appendage. Her face twisted in the same anger as the other dwarves. Her hands reached out for Chaun who ducked.

The monster stole the soul of my woman. I did not fight the rage. I could not fight the rage. The world became blood-red. I let out a raging bellow and slashed my ax at the incorporeal dwarves holding onto my woman.

I embraced the berserker rage and threw myself at the appendages bursting through the walls.