There hung Lyssandra suspended motionlessly in mid-air by blue chains.
Her Master, the commanding army leader who dominated everything with every step, now completely at the mercy of the slimes.
Three holes. Three invasions. Luna's eyes widened when she took in the scene.
Seven translucent slime cocks had burrowed deep inside Lyssandra's vagina, stretching it impossibly wide. So wide that Luna could actually _see_ her Master's womb from this angle, watching it being systematically ravaged and destroyed by the relentless thrusting.
Seven more tentacles pumped her ass in chaotic, brutal rhythm. White and translucent fluids dripped down like twin waterfalls from her gaping holes, pooling beneath her suspended form.
Lyssandra's stomach had swollen enormously, the outline visible from Luna's vantage point - a mass of wriggling tentacles moving like serpents beneath her skin, disappearing and reappearing as they stretched her intestines and stomach to their absolute limits.
From inside her mouth, several tentacles quivered obscenely before beginning to thrust in and out with rapid, relentless speed.
On her balls, multiple suction cups had latched on, pulling and sucking the already stretched testicles even further to the different directions, milking them ceaselessly.
And around her massive cock which already engorged and leaking steadily, a formation of tentacles had transformed. Four large suction cups pressed against the shaft from different angles while others reshaped into what almost resembled brush bristles. Across their surfaces, tiny moving tendrils writhed and pulsed, wrapping around every inch of her length and providing constant, overwhelming stimulation.
Lyssandra came undone. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
The load erupted from her dick was immediately sucked into a large suction cup formed around the tip tip. From there, the slime transferred her hot seed through its translucent core but didn't stop there. It passed her essence through two more slimes, then all seven slimes dipped their cores into her cumulative load, mixing their own fluids with her burning seed.
Then that cocktail was transferred back into her already distended stomach through the writhing tentacles penetrating.
Her body couldn't contain it all.
Lyssandra gagged, her throat working convulsively when the pressure built and built. She vomited and shat out the mixture simultaneously, thick ropes of white and translucent fluid spewing from both ends.
BLURGH~
Urk… urk… BLARGH!
The sound was erotic, wet and violent.
"Master, what are you _doing?_" Luna exclaimed, her voice a mixture of concern and something darker.
"Why are you fucking without calling me?!" The water slime didn't hesitate, she tore away her revealing outfit, becoming gloriously naked before her huge blue penis sprang free, already throbbing and dripping.
Without warning or preparation, Luna drove herself all the way to the hilt inside Lyssandra's pussy already stuffed to capacity with other slime shafts.
"You will bear my child, Master!!!" Luna screamed, her voice cracking with raw desire when her cock sank into the impossibly tight, warm space.
The moment she entered, the other slime dicks wrapped around her blue shaft, creating a living, pulsating sheath around her length. The sudden sensation of Luna's burning heat meeting the slimes' cold gel was too much.
"AAHN~!" Luna came almost immediately, her dick pulsing and spurting thick ropes of water-slime essence deep into the violated womb.
The sounds of their depravity echoed throughout the camp - a wet, lewd symphony could made every creature's cheeks flush red.
Eventually, the entire pool where the water slimes lived was completely filled. Thick, white, and translucent semen swirled against melted ice slime essence, creating an opaque sea of seed rising to the very brim.
Lyssandra's colossal, bloated stomach floated on the surface beside Luna, who looked equally spent. She held her Master close, nuzzling affectionately against Lyssandra's heaving chest.
All seven water slimes had evolved during their fucking frenzy, their cores crystallizing and turning translucent bodies into solid, blue-white ice slimes.
They floated around Lyssandra, tentacles latching onto her suspended form, supporting her as she drifted in a daze of overwhelming satisfaction.
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"Impressive!" Lyssandra's eyes flickered with fascination while she observed the activation of the newly acquired **[Ice Armor]** skill.
The magical ice forming around her body was simultaneously protective and strangely revealing, crystallizing into plates and strips barely covered her most sensitive areas.
The ice armor manifested as translucent, two pale blue sheets draped down onto her breasts like frozen silk. The plates covered just enough to hide the aureoles while leaving the swollen peaks poking through the frost surface.
Her narrow waist was encircled by a wide band of ice connected to the breastplate, but it left her hips and thighs almost entirely bare, the frozen armor wrapping low around her pelvis. The way it was constructed, Lyssandra could clearly see her own reflection in the glossy ice - her body, her curves, everything.
And between her legs…
The ice had formed into a particularly cunning design. It covered her vagina, yes, but it was crafted in such a way that didn't impede the bulge of her shaft lodged inside. The frozen armor wrapped around the curve, encasing it in a sheath of solid ice which still allowed it to remain inside her dripping cunt.
The cover at her entrance was fortunately thick enough in places that it was almost completely see-through. Lyssandra could almost take a peek at the pink flesh of her stretched pussy folds through the crystalline layer.
She tested her movements, jogging in place, executing complex fighting stances, even practicing some rapid-fire sword strikes with an invisible blade.
The armor did slow her down slightly, the frozen weight clinging to her skin reducing her agility marginally.
However, the revealing nature of the design, all those cutouts and gaps paradoxically allowed her to maintain full range of motion. Her arms swung freely. Her legs moved with only minimal restriction.
"Perfect," she cried with satisfaction.
"Pet! Come and strike me with your blade!" Lyssandra called out to Luna, who was still immersed in the pool of seed, occasionally lifting handfuls of the viscous fluid to her mouth and gulping it down, saturating her body white from the inside.
Luna's form had become more translucent, more ethereal, her entire body now gleaming like polished pearl. When she formed her blade from her arm, it manifested the same pure white material as her body.
"Master, are you sure? Won't this hurt you?" Luna hesitated, her eyes wide with concern despite her obvious arousal.
"It's ok, come at me" Lyssandra reassured her.
The water blade gleamed under the camp's light. Luna lunged forward, the weapon streaking through the air.
Sparks erupted from where the blade made contact, the impact so forceful that Luna was pushed back several feet. She landed hard on her butt with a THUD, her legs splaying out in the liquid-slicked ground.
"Your new armor is awesome!" Luna gasped. She quickly pulled her revealing outfit back on, though it was now damp and clinging to her curves.
"Yes," Lyssandra agreed, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction when she surveyed the ice slimes waddling nearby. "All thanks to them."
She reached up with one armored hand, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"They will be a strong force to reckon with in the future, a weapon in my arsenal," Lyssandra mused. "I can already imagine the devastation they'll cause against enemies…"
"Great One, something urgent happened!" A swift goblin, one of her fastest scouts burst into the clearing, his voice high with panic.
"What happened?" Lyssandra demanded while deactivating the ice armor. The frozen plates shattered and melted away instantly.
"The hunting party! One of them was ambushed! Luckily no one died but they were seriously injured, they could die anytime! Please, Great One, you have to help them!" The goblin spoke in one long, rushed sentence without taking a breath, his words tumbling over each other.
"Lead the way." Lyssandra's expression turned deadly serious.