**Title: Sticky Surrender**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d let a slime girl fuck him in the ass, but here I was, trembling as she oozed up against me, her shimmering, translucent body molding to mine like warm honey.

Her name was Lys—or at least that’s what she told me. I’d met her in the weirdest way—drunk at a fantasy tavern, trying to flirt with the barmaid, when this glistening, jiggling woman slid up beside me and whispered, *“I can do things she never could.”*

Now, in my dimly lit apartment, she was proving it.

Her body pulsed against me, sticky and cool, her fingers—if you could call them that—trailing down my bare chest. “Lose the clothes,” she murmured, her voice like syrup. I didn’t argue. My cock was already hard, throbbing as I yanked off my shirt and kicked my pants aside.

Lys let out a soft, wet laugh as she looked me over. “Mmm, nice,” she purred, her form rippling. “But I want something else tonight.”

Before I could even ask, her body *flowed* around me, cool slime wrapping around my thighs, my waist, until I felt her press against my ass. I gasped as a thick, slick tendril teased my hole, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck—!”

“Shhh,” she whispered, her body undulating behind me. “Just relax.”

And then she pushed in.

Her slime stretched me open, thick and unrelenting, sliding deeper with every pulse of her body. It wasn’t like any cock I’d ever taken—no rigid hardness, just a slow, steady *invasion*, filling me up inch by inch. I groaned, gripping the sheets, my own dick dripping precum onto the mattress.

Lys moaned too, the sound wet and gurgling, as if she could feel every tight clench of my ass around her. “God, you feel *good*,” she hissed, her form tightening around my hips, holding me still as she fucked deeper.

I was panting, my whole body shaking. The stretch was insane—her slime wasn’t just sliding in, it was *expanding*, pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. “F-fuck, *more*,” I begged, arching back into her.

She laughed, low and hungry. “Greedy,” she teased—and then her tendril *thickened*, stretching me even wider.

I cried out, my cock twitching wildly as she filled me to the brim. Her slime shifted, rippling inside me, massaging my prostate in slow, undulating waves. Pleasure spiked through me like lightning, my hips jerking helplessly. “Oh my *god*—”

Lys didn’t let up. She fucked me in smooth, relentless strokes, her body moving like liquid silk. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, my toes curling, my cock dripping. I could *hear* her—wet, squelching sounds as her slime pulsed in and out of me, the bed beneath us damp with her slick.

“You gonna come?” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

“Y-yeah,” I gasped, my balls tightening. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her tendril curled *hard* against my prostate, and that was it. I came untouched, my cock spurting hot ropes across my stomach, my ass clenching around her as pleasure ripped through me.

Lys groaned, her whole body shimmering as she fucked me through it, milking every last shudder from me. Then, with one final wet push, she pulled free, her slime dripping from my well-fucked hole.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting, my body still buzzing. Lys slithered over me, her form gliding up my chest. “Good boy,” she purred, pressing a sticky kiss to my lips.

And I knew—I’d be begging for more before the night was over.