[F4M] Nightmare Made Material [Script Offer] [Monstergirl Monday] [Nightgaunt] [Long] [Narration] [Lovecraftian] [Kidnapping] [Rape] [Eventual Consent] [Transformation] [FSub] [Madness] [Demonic Goo Backpack]

NOTE ON APPEARANCE: This week's script is another complicated design, and I recommend checking the visual reference as well as including it in your post if you decide to voice this.

You are a Nightgaunt! To help you understand what a Nightgaunt is...imagine your standard succubus. Start with an impossibly gorgeous, naked human woman. Add horns, bat wings, and a tail. Next, dial back her emotions, tone of voice, and facial expressions, making them so incredibly subtle that human senses can barely pick up on her shifts in her mood. And now cover her up to her neck in a slimy black film, a shifting ooze that looks like a bodysuit made of tar. Now you have a Nightgaunt!

Now bear with me, this is going to take a little explaining!

BACKGROUND: Nightgaunts are an enigma, their origins and motivations obscure. As with all chaotic and abyssal monsters, only the insane can truly claim to understand them. In their Lovecraftian origins, Nightgaunts were these spooky, faceless demons that kidnapped children, tickling them into submission before flying away with them, taking them to unknown regions of the Dreamlands, never to be seen again. The monstergirl Nightgaunt still kidnaps people, but typically only if she is single and seeking a husband.

To summarize the script, the Nightgaunt 'tickles' her victim by massaging him, spreading her slimy ooze all over his body before she rapes him. During this process, the man is transformed, his former body dissolving and becoming made of that same black ooze. At the same time, the Nightgaunt permanently loses her ability to produce and control her own slime. This process marks them as a married couple.

Now, about the shape behind her in her reference art. Do you see that bizarre creature behind her, with glowing purple eyes and a smile? That's her husband. And those are no longer the Nightgaunt's wings, but her lover's arms. See the enlarged wingtips? They resemble hands and fingers because they are. Only married Nightgaunts have wings like that.

Her mate is now basically a male slime monster with complete control over his new body. Her clothing has become her prison - she is completely wrapped up by her lover's embrace. Her husband retains his memories and personality, can change between human and monster form at will, and has newly heightened strength and senses. His sight and hearing have improved drastically, and he can now clearly understand the shifts in her tone/expression/mood.

Becoming a monster in such a way will obviously drive the man insane with lust, and his new wife is more than happy to submit to his newfound, monstrous hunger. The frenzied passion that follows the transformation can only be provided by the insane lovemaking of the Abyss.

So! Getting to the actual script...

PERSONALITY/VOICE: Before the transformation, you speak quite softly and monotone. Afterwards, you speak with as much emotion as you like.

SOUND EFFECTS: Squishy/slimy sound effects are highly recommended, given that the only clothing the Nightgaunt wears is her own ooze. Get some Jello or some similar substance, and perhaps create a loop of a minute or two that runs in the background during the sex.

Ambient rumbling/binaural effects during the dream. Tinnitus sounds to convey insanity when first meeting.

Some audio layering in the background near the end is optional but would be very beneficial.

I swear, these introductions are getting longer every time. I've seen entire scripts that were shorter than this... Anyway, without further ado, let's get on to the...

START OF THE SCRIPT:

You've been having a bizarre, recurring dream, lately.

Flying. You've been soaring in the sky, high above some faraway land. You fly in a twilight sky, wispy clouds drifting around you. It's dark, but you can easily make out the land beneath you. A vast, sprawling landscape of an alien world, with rolling hills and sprawling forests that almost look familiar.

You're not quite sure what kind of creature you are in these dreams...a bird? A bat? You've never been able to look at yourself, but you're sure that you have wings, for some reason.

You can perfectly recall the experiences of these dreams when you wake up, which is made all the more peculiar by the fact that you've never had such vivid, lucid dreams before.

But what interests you the most is the fact that the dreams are so similar. After the fourth instance, you noticed that the dream always starts in the same place, at the same time. And your journey is always the same - you fly over the same hills, the same verdant forests, and the same canyons that split the earth.

You've been having this dream of flight every night, for nearly a month now. And every time - you fly a little bit further than before, closing the distance between your unknown destination. You're not sure sure why you feel that way, but you simply know it to be true. Whatever or whoever you are dreaming of, they are flying with a purpose.

A destination...

As you tuck yourself into bed tonight, you can't help but smile. You are excited...you want to return to this world of dreams, to reach the conclusion of this little adventure that your sleeping mind has conjured up. Who knows what you could find? Perhaps you could even write about your adventures, turn them into a real story. If nothing else, the alien world makes for some pleasant scenery.

Despite your excitement, sleep comes easily, and slumber drags your mind down into the blissful dark...

(ambient rumbling/binaural sound effects for the duration of the dream, if you wish)

Just as you hoped, the dream has begun again. You laugh, happy to let yourself be carried along by the winds of fate. Will tonight be the night you finally arrive, at wherever you're going? What will you find, you wonder?

Perhaps it would be best not to get your hopes up, lest you disappoint yourself. Instead, you wonder what will happen afterwards. Will these dreams stop? Or is this simply the first milestone, merely a single stop along a long journey?

It's simply fascinating. These dreams feel so vivid, yet the flow of time does not seem to match up to reality. What would happen if this nightly journey started to take days, even weeks before you woke up? You're not sure if that's exciting or terrifying.

Well, time certainly seems to have slipped past you in this instance of the dream. You've reached the point where your journey ended, last time. And your hopes are rewarded - for the first time, you begin to descend, floating down towards the earth. As you descend, the clouds get thicker, obscuring your view. The air wraps around you, swirling like mist as you shoot through the cloud like a diving hawk. Cool air whips past you, scraping against your face, but it doesn't bother you. You're so close now, you can taste it! A silly little cloud isn't going to stop you.

Finally, you punch out the other side of the cloud, and the world has changed. You are no longer in the alien world of eternal twilight - you are here, in the world you understand.

You are home. More precisely, you are above your home, hovering in place as you gaze down at your roof.

Well, you certainly hadn't anticipated this. Your destination was your own home? That seems rather uninspired of your brain...

You blink, and look around your neighborhood. All is quiet - and dark. In a quiet little community like yours, not a soul is awake at this hour. You're not sure why, but that pleases you. No one will see you - as it should be.

You briefly wonder if the dream is going to end here, but the sudden jerking of your host gives you your answer. You descend again, more slowly this time. You float right down to your house, moving around the side of the building and stopping right by your bedroom window. You blink, and peer inside...

Everything is just as you remember it before you went to bed. That shirt is still hanging off your wardrobe, in desperate need of ironing. The power light of your computer blinks back at you, reminding you that you forgot to switch it off...again. And in the bed, happily nestled in a bundle of blankets...is...you...

(binaural sound effects end. you could add a sound effect here to signal the transition of waking up - something like rushing wind, pulling you back into your mind)

Gasping for breath, you shoot up, clutching your sheets and holding a hand against your chest. Just what in the world was that? Why are you breathing so heavily, and covered in sweat? Seeing yourself in a dream shouldn't be that upsetting, should it? It was all just some weird, out-of-body experience, astral projection or something, right?

(trying to convince self) Right. Of course it is. You nod to yourself, feeling your breathing begin to steady itself.

You're fine. You...are fine. You will sit here for a while until you calm down, then you'll go get a glass of water, take a shower, and go back to sleep.

Everything is going to be fine.

You let out a sigh of relief, and turn to fetch your phone, resting on the nightstand. What time is it? How long had you been asleep?

And that's when you notice it.

(pause, ominous) Your window is open...

(uncertain) That's...not right. You wouldn't open your window for the night, certainly not at this time of year. So...why is it open?

(worried) There...there's a rational explanation for this, right? You were probably just...sleepwalking! Yes, that must be it. You were sleepwalking, dreaming that you were flying, and you opened your window. That explains it.

But before you can try and convince yourself of your hasty explanation, the shadows next to the window stir, and a figure emerges from the darkness.

(rumbling/tingling/tinnitus sound effects to convey the madness of the situation?)

Your breath falters in your throat, your body freezing in terror.

The figure steps forward, stopping in the square of moonlight provided by your window. Illuminated by the pale glow, you see that it is not just a figure, but a woman...if she can even be called that.

She is tall...and black. Not dark-skinned, but utterly black, as if her very body devoured light. From her feet to her neck, she is wrapped in a tight bodysuit of inky black, which does little to conceal her voluptuous form. Every curve of her body, from her thighs to her breasts, are pressed up tightly against her suit. Only her head is left exposed.

Her hair is jet-black, with a single ribbon of purple streaking through her locks. Her hair covers most of her face, revealing only a sliver of her pale skin. Her exposed eye stares at you, unblinking, as she holds a mute expression on her face. You are frozen, in body and time as you stare at this gorgeous, impossible woman.

But the longer you look, the less you understand. You notice that the woman has wings, spread out behind her back. They resemble a bat's wings, the tips of her membranes capped with several wingspikes. Could she really fly with those? They don't look large enough to carry her weight, but they do look powerful...

A sudden realization rushes into you. This creature was the object of your dreams - you were flying as her. But if she was the one who slipped through the clouds and opened your window...was that really a dream?

The intruder merely blinks at you, offering no clues.

Your eyes drift upwards - your cheeks blushing as you glance past the outline of her generous chest - and you notice that she has horns. They are curved like a ram's, almost resembling handlebars. Curiously, while her horns are black, their tips are purple, and occasionally drip a purple, viscous fluid. These drops of ooze fall down onto her suit, mingling with it before dissolving. And then you realize that her suit is not clothing - it is a layer of a black, filmy substance, a kind of slime not unlike the ooze produced from her horns.

Your eyes drift downward, too confused to bother ogling her, and you see that the same is true for the rest of her. Other than her head, her entire body is coated in the black slime. And upon closer inspection, you can see that it shimmers faintly, reflecting the moonlight as it undulates across her body, almost inaudibly squishing and squelching.

The intruder finally moves, placing her hands behind her waist. Her face remains completely stoic, her eyes passively examining you. A motion behind her legs draws your attention to her tail - a long, black tendril that sprouts from behind her waist. It reaches down, curling around her leg like a snake. And like her horns, its tip is purple, leaking that same violet ooze.

The insanity of it all feels palpable...a tingling, coppery sensation in the stagnant air, brushing against your nerves. Your breathing is steady, but you still find yourself unable to move, paralyzed by the woman's alien allure.

Finally, her lips move, and she says something. Her words are a soft monotone, a barely comprehensible utterance of syllables in a language that is clearly not of this world. You simply blink at her, hoping that your blank expression will be taken as a lack of comprehension. Her lips twitch...was that a frown? Her expressions are so impossibly subtle, you wonder if she has any emotions at all.

She hesitates for a moment, almost looking as if she wants to try speaking again. Instead, she steps forward, moving towards your bed and gently reaching for you. Finally, your regain control of your muscles, instinctively scrambling backwards, pressing yourself against the wall. She stops in her tracks, her head tilted slightly to the side as she considers this.

Her lips move again, and this time, you can understand her.

(soft, monotone) "Why do you retreat?"

You cry out, telling her to go away, to just leave you alone. She ignores your commands, stepping forward and reaching for you again. You try to swat her away, but as your hand connects with hers, her substance sticks to you like tar, and you find yourself unable to pull away. You slip into complete panic, shouting and flailing as you try to get away from her.

She leans down, utterly unconcerned by your panic, and places a hand over your mouth. You try to resist, pulling away and biting at her, but you instantly regret that. Your teeth have no effect on her, and her black ooze begins to flow into your mouth. A few drops roll onto your tongue, and you expect a horrifically bitter, burning sensation. Instead, you find that her taste is oddly sweet, and find yourself becoming calm against your will. Her ooze begins to move of its own accord, spreading across your body. She withdraws her hand, her slime having spread itself over your mouth, gagging you quite effectively.

It wouldn't do if anyone heard your shouting and tried to interrupt her.

Whatever drug her substance contained is rapidly spreading through your system, and your eyelids are feeling incredibly heavy. Struggling to keep them open, you are only loosely aware as the intruder bends over and picks you up. She is far stronger than she looks, hefting you up from the bed with ease, gently cradling you in her arms. She pulls your head to her chest, encouraging you to use her bosom as a pillow as unconsciousness floods over you. She begins to step towards the window, unfurling her wings. She holds eye contact with you as you fall asleep, and the last thing you can remember is a subtle movement of her lips in the corner of your vision - twitching upwards in the most subdued of smiles.

(long pause) (another whooshing sound effect to indicate the passage of time?)

You awaken, finding yourself sitting down at the mouth of a rocky cave, leaning against the wall. Outside, you see that familiar twilight horizon - a hazy, purplish sky, wispy clouds drifting high overhead. You've been taken to that alien world from your dreams - it's real!

A stirring in the shadows on the other side of the cave draws your attention. The woman steps out of the darkness, wasting no time as she sits down next to you. Again, you instinctively flinch and try to escape, but finds yourself secured to the ground, your hands stuck to the floor by her sticky black ooze.

(almost emotionless, trying to reassure) "Do not be afraid."

Reaching out, she wraps her arms around your waist and picks you up, absorbing her substance that was keeping you secured. She pulls your struggling body to hers, placing you in her lap as she leans against the wall. Now, she sits with her back to the wall, cradling you from behind. Once again, she pushes your head into her chest, having you use her soft breasts as pillows. She looks down at you, and as you stare at each other, you find yourself lost in her expressionless eyes. Her purple irises capture you, melting away your will to fight.

"I will not hurt you."

(begin squishing/slimy sounds in the background)

Her substance begins to stretch from her body to yours, moving of its own will. Black ooze creeps over your torso, dissolving your shirt in mere seconds, but leaving your skin unharmed. You gasp out at the sensation of her cool, slick substance coating your chest. It wriggles and pulses around you, continuing to spread over your body as it gently presses into your flesh, massaging you, and beginning to fill you with pleasure.

Next, she leans her head down as she tilts yours towards her, and presses her lips to yours. The kiss is far more gentle than you expected, but holds an unexpected passion, despite her apparent lack of emotion. But she is not content to merely kiss you for long, and her tongue slips into your mouth. It reaches out towards your own tongue, wrestling with it as she begins to coat it with her saliva. Your eyes shoot wide as you taste her substance again, but with your mouth locked to hers, you have no choice but to swallow it down.

But this time, her substance does not calm you down. It riles you up, igniting something within you, causing a rising heat to spread through your body.

Any lingering thoughts of resistance are swiftly melted away. She has made it clear that she is much stronger than you, but does not wish to hurt you. You finally surrender to her, letting your tense muscles go slack, beginning to return her passions. You duel her tongue with your own, involving yourself in the kiss. She hums into your mouth, a surprisingly pleasant sign of her affection. After a while, she pulls away from the kiss.

"Thank you..."

Her face is as expressionless as ever, but you swear you can see the faint gleam of happiness in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the slime creeping across your body has reached your hips. It dissolves your underwear in short order, leaving you totally naked and letting your hard manhood spring forward. Her eyes instantly dart to it, and her breath catches in her throat. She stares at your erect cock, spellbound, and you swear that her very gaze is making you grow even harder.

Sensation brushes against your thigh, and you look to see that her tail is entering the fray. Slowly and sensually, it snakes its way towards your groin, brushing against your shaft with the gentleness of a feather. That simple, lightest touch causes you to groan needily, and the woman's eyes dart back to yours. Her lips curl up - you swear that she's visibly smiling - and she brings her lips to yours again. You happily resume kissing her, but moan deeply into her mouth as her tail begins to coil around your cock, constricting it like a snake about to devour its prey. The tip of her tail is deliciously cool to the touch, and is slick with her substance.

(intensify squishing noises?)

She begins to jerk her coiled tail up and down, slowly dragging it along your shaft, kissing you all the while. Drops of her substance are left behind and smeared along your cock, and she covers your entire cock in her substance in a matter of seconds. Her ooze moves of its own accord, rubbing your cock and massaging it in the opposite direction of her stroking. She takes a moment to flick her tail over your sack, lovingly coating your balls in her ooze and ensuring that there is no part of you that can escape her maddening pleasure.

You feel her ooze creep over your feet and wrap around your toes. Now, you are like her - completely wrapped in a black suit of slime that massages and stimulates its wearer, with only your head left exposed. Is this the level of sensation that she must endure at all times? Perhaps it relates to her muted expressions and tone...is she a victim in all of this, too?

You reach out an ooze-covered hand to her chest, beginning to fondle her breasts through her own layer of slime. She moans into your mouth, rewarding your participation by increasing the speed of her tail's stroking.

Burning need rapidly builds up within you, heat boiling like a volcano threatening to erupt. You crave release...

You want to cum.

You need to cum...but you can't. Not just yet.

Your partner moans into your mouth again, coating your tongue with another layer of her delicious substance, which you greedily devour. You decide to trust her...you understand that she wants you to cum, too. She just needs to work on you for a bit longer.

The slime coating your body begins to spread up your neck, undulating more intensely and sending ripples across the surface. Your ethereal lover reluctantly breaks the kiss, gazing down at you as she holds you in her arms. This time, you're absolutely sure that she's smiling at you, love shining in her eyes as she watches the slime creep past your chin.

Her tail's stroking is filling the cave with deliciously lewd squelching sounds. She starts masturbating you even more intensely, giving your cock gentle squeezes, pressing the slime against your cock and dragging it along with her motions. The enhanced friction feels divine, and you start squirming, laughing under her touch.

God, she is incredible! You only wish you could understand her better. If this gorgeous creature - literally the woman of your dreams - only wanted to indulge in this insane pleasure with you, she only needed to ask!

(a little bit of emotion) "Cum for me...please?"

Her words slip into your mind like sweet music. You find yourself grinning like a lunatic as her ooze slips up to your lips. You are more than eager to give her what she wants. Finally, you can feel your orgasm approach...

She leans down, intent on kissing you as she brings you to your peak. The second her lips connect with yours, several things happen at once. You let out a long, deep groan, as you are sent tumbling over the edge of the abyss. You cry out into her mouth as lust rushes through you, hot seed bursting out of your throbbing cock like something out of a deep sea vent.

Your body is eager to contribute to the hot, sticky mess that you are in, shooting out the largest load of your entire life. Sticky white mixes with oozing black, staining each other and melding together. Her ooze ravenously swallows your load, devouring your semen and absorbing it. She is overjoyed to finally have your release, and moans happily into your mouth, slurping and licking the interior of your mouth, as if she is feeding on your pleasure itself.

Her ooze continues to stretch up, wrapping over your mouth and nose, cutting off your source of oxygen. You shouldn't be able to breathe anymore, let alone groan and kiss her, but you can, and you do. Your orgasm seems to defy time, and you simply kiss her, groaning into her mouth as she draws out an absurd amount of seed from your body, feasting on every spurt that you offer her.

Finally, her slime wraps over your eyes, and the world goes dark. You are still loosely conscious as she continues to milk you. You laugh and groan as long as you can, cock throbbing and pulsing, still cumming until the pleasure of being trapped in your sticky cocoon finally overwhelms your consciousness, knocking you into a blissful slumber.

(squishy/sticky sounds stop. another opportunity for a sound effect indicating the passage of time)

When you awake, you find yourself in the same place. You're still on the floor inside the cave, leaning against the wall. The sky outside has changed, now bearing a full moon, with a backdrop of beautiful stars that are gleefully watching you. You spring up, surprised at how...limber, you feel, considering that you've spent what's probably been hours on a rocky cave floor.

The woman is standing on the other side of the wave, leaning against the wall. That doesn't surprise you, but what does interest you is the fact that she's completely naked. Her black suit is entirely absent, and the moonlight filtering in from the mouth of the cave illuminates her pale body. Her arms are crossed under her breasts, which are just as large as their outline had suggested earlier. She still has her horns and her tail, but not her wings, for some reason.

You look at her in confusion, and she smiles affectionately at you. Your jaw drops at her sudden display of emotion, which must be a thousand times stronger than anything she had shown you previously.

(you can speak normally at this point)

"Welcome back. How do you feel?"

(pause) Well...you feel good. Really good. Mind still abuzz with curiosity, you glance down, holding out your hands to examine yourself - and find yourself still wearing the black suit of ooze."

(giggle) "That's not it. Try poking yourself."

You raise an eyebrow and decide to try it, finding it oddly charming that she can apparently read your mind. You stick out a finger and press it against your chest. You push in, and...it keeps going. You stop when you reach the knuckle, gasping in shock.

You haven't encountered anything solid. But...that would mean...

(loving sigh) "Yes, husband. Now...you are perfect..."

Husband? Perfect? She smiles at you, her tail coiling itself along her leg again.

(long pause) ...ah. Now it makes sense. It wasn't that you are still wearing her ooze...you are the ooze.

It's bizarrely easy to understand your new condition. You are a monster, now. A male of whatever her species is.

It should horrify you...it really should. But instead, you only grin with excitement. You quickly pat yourself down to confirm your findings, feeling the same slimy sensations wherever you touch.

You clench your black fist and concentrate. Sure enough, you can effortlessly control your new body, and your hand and fingers dissolve, turning your arm into a long, black tendril. You laugh, and reform your hand a second later. Then, you pitch around, pulling back your arm and delivering a powerful punch into the cave wall. Your fist collides with the rock with palpable force, leaving a miniature crater and sending a few pieces of debris to the cave floor.

And your hand remains perfectly intact. There is no pain whatsoever, for you no longer have any bones to break, or any flesh to bruise.

"You can change forms as much as you like. Try it..."

Sure enough, all it takes is a moment of concentration, and you find yourself melting together and reshaping. Color floods to the surface of your slimy exterior, and in an instant, you look like your old self. You tentatively flex your fist, feeling your 'muscles' stretch out. You carefully tap your fist against the cave wall, but your caution is unnecessary, for again, there is no pain. It seems that your human form is just cosmetic - you are a slime monster to the core, now.

The woman's excited breathing draws your attention, and you look up to see her pulling her arms closer into her body, shivering.

(nervous giggle) "Ah...husband...I have never been 'naked' before...I did not expect it to be so...cold..."

You smile reassuringly at her, melting back into your slime form. You have so many questions about your new nature, but this is simple enough to understand. Your wife needs you, so you will care for her.

She giggles and smiles as you walk toward her, happily spreading her arms wide, waiting for you to embrace her. You both sigh happily, hugging the other closer to you. Her breasts brush against your chest, her hard nipples poking into your substance, making her gasp in delight.

(giggle) "Coat me, lover...spread your consciousness over me..."

You don't understand, but you don't need to. Your monstrous body has a new set of instincts, and you are eager to satisfy your new sense of hunger. Your slime begins to spread onto her, coating her breasts and nipples first, making her moan into your ear. You reach your hands behind her and firmly grip her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze, using your fingers to massage your slime into her.

(surprised gasp) "Ah! H-how is it possible that it feels so different? This...this is incredible!"

You notice that your point of view is beginning to lower. The more of your slime you transfer onto her body, the more you shrink. Again, what should be a cause for alarm causes you to laugh and grin, as if your sex drive is now powered by witnessing the impossible. You trust your new instincts and continue massaging your wife, spreading more and more slime over her until you lose track of yourself.

(pause) You awaken only a few seconds later, and find yourself in a different position. You're behind your wife, and she has tilted her head back to look at you, eyes shining with desire.

(awed/loving) "By the masters...look at you! Your face is so handsome, husband..."

(giggle) "Can you see your reflection in my eyes? Can you see how perfect you have become..?"

It pains you to look into her eyes without making eye contact, but you heed her words and try to focus on your reflection. You blink, and an purple oval of glowing mist blinks back at you. A curved line rests beneath your eyes - your mouth, already curled up in a maniacal grin. And it suddenly occurs to you - you can feel every part of your wife, tightly wrapped up in your sticky embrace.

It's just as she said - your consciousness is everywhere, spread across her entire body. All at once, you command your substance to start moving across her - licking, touching, and massaging every part of her at once. She giggles and begins to writhe under your assault of sensation, but her motions only create further contact with you, making her groan as you violate her. She is your willing victim - your slime licks at her nipples, it picks up her breasts and gropes them, it squeezes her ass and her thighs, and it squirms all around her...

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice that her wings are back. But they are considerably larger, now, and she has more wingspikes, each of which now curls downward, almost resembling a clawed hand.

You grin, your eyes swirling with insane lust. You don't need to speak to communicate with her anymore, and she gleans your question directly from your mind.

(all of your following speech lines sound distracted as you're currently being pleasured all over, improv and add moans as you see fit)

"Those...(moan) are no longer my wings..."

You experimentally try to move her wings, making a clenched fist. To your surprise, the wings follow your motion, making you realize that they are not her wings...but your arms! Each of her ten wingspikes is one of your new fingers. And by the gods, your hands are massive! You could press your thumb against her neck and pinch her nipples at the same time! So of course, you do just that. She moans and squirms even more fiercely as you use your wing-hands to grope her, and you feel yourself grow even more aroused.

The dark ooze that was once her suit has become her prison. You are stronger than she is, now. Your wife, the one who gave you this power, is utterly helpless, completely enveloped in your body...

And she loves it...

"Y-you see? (distracted giggle) Now you understand why I was naked when you woke up...I can not produce (moan)...my own substance anymore! I gave that ability to you...to make you perfect..."

"I am a nightgaunt...a rare (grunt) uh! Species of monster! My kind needs to transform men into (moan) the ideal form...to be our mates..."

"And by doing so (excited squeak, giggle)...that is how we claim husbands...and that is why you can understand me, now!"

(needy moan) "Now please...husband...make love to me..."

Well, of course you could never refuse such a passionate request from your brilliant, gorgeous wife, could you? It's only proper for you to give her all the pleasure she desires...

(lustful) And then some...

(intensify sticky squishing sounds)

You command your slime to move, forming a familiar organ in-between your wife's legs. She moans as you start rubbing your cock against her thighs, squirming and trying to brush against you. She tries desperately to tempt you into fucking her right there, but you have your own agenda in mind. You order your slime to rise up, forming two tentacles that reach for your wife's hands.

She gives an excited yelp as your tendrils wrap around her hands, moving them behind her back and tying them together. She continues to squirm, trying to pull her hands away so that she can touch you, but the tendrils pull them back, causing her hands to slap against her ass, making it jiggle. The position causes her chest to stick out a bit further, enticing you to simultaneously grope and suck on her breasts.

You need to show her what she did to you, need to demonstrate your gratitude. You will ensure that no part of her is ignored before you will finally grant her what she truly craves...

You lean your head forward, gently wrapping one of your massive hands around her neck. You give her throat a light squeeze, pulling her head back to meet yours. She eagerly complies, arching her neck backwards and making herself more vulnerable for you.

Her squirming stops when her eyes lock with yours, her body paralyzed by the overwhelming lust swirling in your glowing eyes. You fuck her with your eyes for a moment before darting forward and kissing her. Your tongue darts into her mouth, coiling around hers and wrestling it into submission, assuring your complete oral dominance. After a while you break the kiss, gazing into her gorgeous eyes as you decide to violate her mouth.

You no longer have a conventional body, so why should you obey conventional positions? Technically, you could fuck her in every position at once, right? With a laugh, you summon another tendril of ooze with a tip that looks remarkably like a penis, and slip it into her mouth.

(blowjob noises in the background) She doesn't hesitate a moment before she begins to suck on it, using her tongue to lick the underside of your shaft. You force it deeper into her mouth, and she stares directly into your eyes as her throat accommodates you, eagerly submitting to your desire.

Not even her tail can escape your lust. You form a tail of your own, wrapping it around hers and wriggling against it, like two snakes coiled together.

God, you love the way that her body submits to yours..!

You never considered yourself an especially dominant lover, but this just feels so perfectly natural! You keep rubbing your cock along her dripping slit, eyes locked with hers as she sucks you. But with your minds connected, her desperation begins to seep through her pleading expression, and you wonder if you might be going a bit too far.

You withdraw from her mouth, allowing her to speak.

(cease blowjob noises) (needy/whiny) "Please...fuck me, husband, pleeease...I have waited for this for so long...please, I need you!"

Yes, you've teased her enough, for now. There will be plenty of time to experiment in the future, so you decide that it's time to give her what she deserves.

Possessively wrapping a hand around her throat, you growl into her ear, whispering her name - that long string of beautiful sounds you heard back in your bedroom. You tell her that you love her, and that you belong to each other, now. Her eyes soften, shining with love at your tender gesture - and then they go wide as you slam your cock into her pussy, pushing up all the way and hilting inside of her with a single, mighty thrust.

(moaning and improv in background)

The blissful moan she makes is the sweetest thing that you have ever heard. You pull out and thrust into her again, adjusting the size of your cock by adding more slime, creating a more perfect fit for her. Her cries encourage you to take her more roughly, her moans sing to you, begging you to fuck her.

Your senses connected, you can literally feel her pleasure as you take her, and you begin to kiss her again, eagerly slurping at her tongue, a mirror of what she did to you earlier. You devour her very bliss, feeding your monstrous hunger with the same passion she used on you.

She claimed you, transformed you, and marked you as her husband. Now, it is your responsibility to mark her, to conquer her body and claim her as your wife.

She screams in ecstasy, her cries muffled by your mouth. She flails under your assault, her body hyper-sensitive from your merciless teasing. The cave fills with the sound of sex as you fuck her - the slapping of flesh, muffled moans, and the wonderfully sensual squelching of slime. And the more you build up her pleasure, the better she tastes. Her ecstasy turns sweeter, tasting of ambrosia, and the more of her you devour, the more you want. You slam your cock into her cunt, harder and deeper with every thrust, claiming her insides for yourself.

You resume teasing every part of her, ensuring that nowhere is safe. You slurp on her toes, lick her ears, tickle her stomach, pinch her nipples, stroke her hair, and tease her clit...

This is what the frenzied lovemaking of the Abyss entails. Two people, joined in mind and body, endlessly driving the other more insane with impossible levels of pleasure...

You sense that she is nearing her peak, and are more than happy to deliver her to the mind-shattering orgasm that she deserves. You pick up the pace, slamming into her again and again, intent on pushing her over the edge.

Finally, her whole body seizes, and she lets out a blissful cry. Her cunt spasms, clenching around your dick and desperately milking you. Her joy slams into your mind like a tidal wave, instantly triggering your own eruption. Your cock twitches and spews forth a massive load directly into her womb, staining her insides white. You stay inside of her as she moans and trembles, refusing to stop pleasuring her at the height of her bliss. She flails and struggles as she cums, bringing her skin in more contact with your slime and pleasuring her even further.

Finally, the waves of her orgasm fade away, and you slowly withdraw from her, ceasing your slime's teasing. You dissolve the tentacles binding her arms, and before you can fully pull out of her, she brings her hands to your cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze and ensuring that you poured all of your essence into her.

You wind down together, panting and trembling at the intensity of it all. Slowly, you lower yourself down onto the floor, bringing your wife with you. You shift yourself back into human form, cuddling your wife from behind as you whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

You gently kiss and caress each other, basking in the warm afterglow, enjoying that comfortable naughtiness shared only between lovers. Sleep soon makes its claim on both of you, creeping over your senses as you fall asleep in each other's embrace.

Outside the cave, high above the strange world in that glittering whirlpool of jewels that painted the night sky, the stars shine just a little bit brighter, granting the union their approval.

Tonight, and every night from now on, your minds will intertwine and dream together, soaring wherever your hearts desire...because you are hers...and she is yours. (giggle that fades out)

END