She lay still for a moment, listening.
Something had woken her — not a sound exactly, but a feeling.
A shift in the ambient magic, a change in the texture of the air.
She sat up slowly, her hand finding her sword hilt, her eyes scanning the dark campsite.
The fire was nearly out.
The coals cast a dim red glow that reached only a few feet.
Beyond that, darkness.
A sound.
Soft.
Rhythmic.
Not an animal sound, not an insect.
Something else.
Elen stood.
She moved quietly — a princess’s training, years of etiquette and combat instruction producing a girl who could cross a campsite in near-silence.
She followed the sound, circling the fire’s remains, moving toward the edge of the clearing where the trees began.
She looked through the gap between two trunks.
Into the shadows beyond the campfire’s reach.
And she saw.
Sii was bent against a tree.
Her mage’s robe was open, hanging from her shoulders, her body bare beneath it.
Her hands were bound above her head — wrapped in silk thread, secured to a branch, her arms stretched taut, her body displayed.
Her breasts hung heavy and full, pulled downward by gravity, the nipples stiff and pink, the skin pale in the moonlight that filtered through the canopy.
Her legs were apart, braced against the tree roots, her thighs trembling.
And the slime — I — was everywhere.
My body had split.
Divided.
Two masses of blue translucent gel, each one shaped into something that was no longer a simple blob.
I had restructured my form, drawing on the abilities I had absorbed — the Black Spider’s legs, the Tempest Serpent’s flexibility, the combined sensory data from every creature I had eaten.
My body had taken on a serpentine shape, elongated, with protrusions that served as limbs, as grips, as —
As cocks.
Two of them.
Thick, ridged, textured.
They extended from my split body, one pressing into Sii’s pussy, the other into her ass, both of them moving in a rhythm that was unmistakable.
In and out.
In and out.
The wet, slick sound of a gelatinous body sliding against internal walls, filling and retreating, filling and retreating.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
“Hnnng — Master — please —” Sii’s voice was ragged, broken, punctuated by gasps.
Her head was thrown back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her mouth open, saliva trailing from her lower lip.
Her body rocked with each thrust, her breasts swinging, the heavy mounds swaying with a momentum that made the nipples trace circles in the air.
“It feels — so strange — both of my — both — at the same time — I cannot—”
My serpentine form held her.
Tentacle-like protrusions — thick, warm, textured with ridges that I had deliberately shaped to maximize friction — gripped her waist, her thighs, her shoulders.
Smaller tendrils wrapped around her breasts, squeezing, compressing, pulling, the soft tissue deforming around the pressure.
One tendril coiled around each nipple, tugging with a rhythmic insistence that made her whine each time the pressure peaked.
“Ahn — ahn — Master — the ridges — they are — they rub against — inside me — it is—”
I had textured my cocks.
Deliberately.
The surface was not smooth — it was bumpy, ridged, with a pattern of raised nodules that ran along the length of each shaft, stimulating every nerve ending in both her pussy and her anal canal with each thrust.
The texture was based on something I had absorbed — a combination of the Tempest Serpent’s scaled surface and the Black Spider’s chitin ridges — and the result was a surface that felt, according to the bio-absorption data flooding my consciousness, like nothing Sii had ever experienced.
Her internal thoughts, transmitted through the bio-absorption link, were fragments.
Shattered.
Incoherent with pleasure.
‘Inside — both — he is inside both — filling me — the ridges — they rub — every time he moves — I can feel it in my — in my stomach — in my — oh gods — oh gods — it is too much — it is—’
My sensory awareness shifted.
I could see Elen.
She stood behind the tree, one hand on the trunk, her body frozen, her eyes wide and white-rimmed.
Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Her free hand was pressed against her mouth, stifling the sound she had almost made — the gasp that had escaped when she first saw.
Through the bio-absorption link, I could feel her presence.
Her magicule signature.
Her fear.
Her arousal — faint, unconscious, the body’s involuntary response to witnessing something primal and intimate.
I looked directly at her.
My sensory awareness locked onto her position, and through the link, I sent a pulse of sensation — not pleasure, not pain, just acknowledgment.
A signal that said: ‘I see you.’
Elen’s eyes went wide.
Her face went white.
She jerked back behind the tree, pressing her body against the trunk, her hands flying to her face, clasping over her mouth and nose.
‘Did it see me?
No — no, it did not.
It was — it was focused on — on Sii — it could not have — no—’
Her internal thoughts, leaking through the ambient magicule field, were a cascade of panic and denial.
I smiled — internally, since I had no mouth — and increased my pace.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
The sound of my body slamming against Sii’s ass echoed through the clearing, each impact producing a wet, sharp report that mixed with her moans and the slick, liquid sounds of penetration.
My cocks drove deeper, the ridged surfaces catching against her internal walls, the friction generating heat and sensation that the bio-absorption link fed back to me in a continuous stream of data.
Sii’s tongue was out.
Her mouth was open, saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue in a long, silvery thread that caught the moonlight.
Her eyes were half-closed, rolled back, the blue irises barely visible beneath fluttering lids.
Her body convulsed with each thrust, her bound hands clenching and unclenching, her legs shaking.
“Master — Master — it is too — the ridges — they feel like — like —” She gasped, her voice breaking.
“Like corn — the texture — it rubs — inside me — it—”
Of course it does.
I had designed it that way.
The nodules on my shaft surface were patterned after the cob of a corn-like plant I had absorbed in the forest — a mundane, unremarkable piece of flora that I had eaten for nutritional value and then, upon analyzing its surface structure, realized had potential applications.