Something squirmed its way into the brush in Riven's peripheral, the sullen mist veiling it as bamboo shoots snapped and rattled. This 'something' had been tailing her for close to three hours now. Enough was enough.
Riven freed her sword from the leather 'sheath' at her hip, little more than a switch used to hold the thing in place. The Ionian wilds had proven lonely, but enough six-eyed frogs and dangerous, snapping, plants had been lying in wait to set her on guard. This wasn't Noxus. Things didn't make sense here, and were always at-least a step more complicated than anticipated.
"What could…" Riven murmured, wading into the vegetation the whatever-it-was had zipped through. Her hand brushed against a leaf, registering something slick, wet, and sticky. She held her digits before her and spread them, slime threading between the fingers like fine webbing, "Huh."
Pressing onwards past quivering bamboo stalks, Riven scanned through their spindly boughs. More slime, glittering in the hazy sunlight in silken strands leading deeper through the forest. Notably, these strands were far more pronounced than the trifling globs she'd brushed against. Could this be the creature that village aways back warned her about?
'Fits the description,' sounded in Riven's mind, 'some giant slug with slimy underlings ambushing girls on the road. Why just girls, though?' She knelt next to some of the transparent fibers and plucked a finger against one, pulling it downwards like a bow string. It didn't snap. Far from it, clinging to her like a burr and only relenting as she flicked away. Odd. Whichever the case, that village had been hospitable towards her, especially considering she was foriegn. Noxian. Least she could do to repay them was putting an end to this slug thing.
Riven set her sword over her shoulder and made forwards along the slime-threaded trail, noting a slick carpet of what appeared to be mucous coating the thin-cropped grasses below. Sure seemed like a slug trail, but did it have to be so gross? She set her sandals edge to it, her foot returning only after a notable effort, the stuff clinging like elastic. Great, when she fought this thing would it try to immobilize her with that stuff? All the more reason to keep on her toes.
The 'path' led into a small clearing between the bunched bamboo stalks, towering overhead with a leafy canopy weaving together light and shadow on the ground. Riven set her legs a space apart, a grove lurking ahead where willow trees and sporadic pools of water waited.
And there it stood.
By a pools edge aways in a round, fleshy, blob about half her size, skin the consistency of melted butter and about as oily, stood still as stone. Riven padded forwards, getting low to mask her presence and swishing her half-blade to the side, readying it to act. The blob twitched as she came within a stones throw, sloshing over itself a space towards her.
Riven rose to her feet, falling into a combat-ready stance with sword before her, watching for any more movements. This thing was weird, creepy, and a far cry from what she'd expected. Maybe it was just an underling?
Whichever the case it wasted little time before pulling itself back like some kind of slingshot and launching itself towards her. Riven was ready, slicing into the ball just before it hit only for the fleshy ball to blast apart right before her, not losing enough momentum to prevent it from tackling her to the ground.
The Noxian moved to rise back to her feet by instinct, being met with a strong and rubbery resistance which forced her back to the ground. The substance she'd felt on the plant, on her footwear, had splattered across her body. Riven grit her teeth, wrenching her arms upwards and observing thick globs stretching themselves thin before snapping the limbs back to the ground.
Her legs didn't fare much better, spread and covered in the stuff. It felt cool and wet at first, settling soon into an almost unnoticeable, spongey, texture.
"Gh!" Riven took a few seconds to breathe, looking over her body and the splattered goo forcing her to the ground. She pulled against the slime again, trying to free her sword arm or wriggle loose.. Managing to arch her legs and force her chest halfway off the ground, Riven splattered back to her initial position with a frustrated huff. Her strength could rival that of five men thanks to the runic energy coursing through her, so breaking loose from such a material should have been simple. Why, then, could she be so trapped in this stuff? Dammit!
The slime began to move, Riven's blood freezing solid as she pulled her head up enough to witness the globules near her legs shifting before what felt like a tendril of something smooth, sleek, and wet began to work its way up her thigh. It felt like an eel had wrapped around her leg, continuing to snake its way further and further up.
Riven clenched her fists, flitting her eyes shut and centering herself and her spirit energy to prepare for a Ki burst. She didn't know what the hell this thing was doing, but there was ZERO way she'd just sit around for it any longer.
Green lightning snapped and bit the air around her. She'd need some time to gather enough energy from this position, but with any luck it'd be able to spring her loose from this stuff. Truth be told the last time she'd been pinned like this couldn't come to mind, but her fighting technique relied very much on not being rooted, come to think of it.
The tendril reached her inner thigh, its pillow-soft end prodding about and writhing as the rest of the stuff had stretched tight around her leg. Riven pulled against her bindings again to no avail, her focus fleeing her for a moment as this thing toyed about near where her legs intersected. Wrong move. She needed a Ki burst now, and her struggles were met with nothing more than a dominant resistance.
"Get the hell off me!" Riven cut, unable to do much else from her position. This thing might not understand her but at-least she was doing something to tell this seemingly perverted creature off.
The slime tendril answered by pressing its flat length against her underwear, still toying about but keeping to that area firmly. It pressed against her harder, beginning to stroke up and down—gliding off the fabric. Riven batted an eye shut, feeling her face grow hot as a strange feeling tingled from where it touched her. A warm, sweet, and buttery sensation that definitely shouldn't have occured from such meagre stimulation. Each time it moved between her legs Riven felt the feeling amplify. Build.
The girl bit her nails into her hand and clenched against her sword harder, locking her teeth, "G-Gh!" A potent cocktail: anger, frustration, and humiliation, brewed. Pulling her mind from the sensations, Riven took a deep breath and honed her senses to build for her Ki burst. However, as the tendril pressed just above her intimates stroked through her panties yet again the green lightning flickered away like a faulty lightbulb, replaced only in-between strokes.
"W-What?!" Riven gasped, watching in horror as the goo splatter ensnaring her began to hum with a warm green energy. It was absorbing her Ki.
A now-desperate Riven centered herself as best she could, forcing down the anger of being put into such a humiliating predicament and manifesting spirit energy threefold. The lightning thundered around her like an emerald aura this time, dampened but not stomped out from the molesting slimes thrusts.
'It's stealing my energy for sure,' Riven pondered, still taken aback by the scenario, 'how, though? It seems to take more each time it…'
The slime pressed deeper against her underwear, until it had sandwiched itself between her folds, which she could feel wettening despite the protests mustered. A nova of honey-sweet pleasure threatened to melt her, Riven forcing a tooth into her bottom lip to prevent a moan from leaking out. As if on queue, the Ki lightning all but vanished. The slime burned brighter green.
'D-Dammit it's...is it feeding off my pleasure? It can't be, how can it…' Another thrust, flooring Riven's head back to the ground as she coped with another wave of sickly sweet sensation. Panting, with her spirit lightning little more than static at this point, Riven felt as though a boot had been lifted from her chest as the slime at-last pulled away from between her legs. It still radiated a pleasant warmth where the thing had been touching, lending to the theory this thing had some sort of sensitivity-amplifying properties to it, not like that really mattered compared to escaping its grasp.
Riven felt a pressure begin to build around her breasts: a suction-like pull which permeated through the bound cloth lacing her chest. The slime began to squelch and sputter, pulling at her breasts as Riven felt the slime tendril teasing about her groin.
"If...ngh...I'd known this would happen there'd be nothing left of you to touch me," she huffed, hoping this vile creature could hear her, "but you're...not going to break me that easily."
She gave a physical escape another vain attempt, muscular arms working against the slime but simply pulled back into place. Grimacing, Riven perked her head up as she felt the slime snake its way beneath her underwear, pressing its length over her directly. The pleasure amplified, almost forcing a moan from her as she tried to focus her Ki once more. "I...I can't…" Riven, summoning forth all her will, drew upon all the reserves of energy she could muster, lightning coursing around her yet again.
This action did not go unnoticed by her captor, the slime slipping itself along her entrance and clit, a length piercing into her, too sleek to protest. All the while, the portion of slime outside began to suckle against her bud, forming a rhythm as the tendril settled inside her.
"H-Hagh!" Riven yelped, refusing to yield her strength even now, as this perverted creature had entered her body. The sucking against her breasts and clit coupled with the penetrating tendril melded into a warm, ever-building, sweetness. It felt like no time at all, yet already Riven could see herself being pushed over the edge were this to continue. What happened when that did was a mystery, yet one she very much didn't want to test in spite of what her body whispered. "Get...Get…" Riven muttered, her anger and embarrassment surging past the pleasure and into red anger. "OUT OF ME!"
The slime pulled back and thrust into her, accompanied by a wet sloshing sound, "Aghn…" Riven couldn't help but moan, biting her lip harder to force it back as the lightning faded. It surged back now, stronger than ever before. The slime pulled itself back, readying another thrust but Riven, knowing her time was short, summoned all she had into one final burst: unleashing the built up Ki in a rolling detonation. Steam billowed into a thick cloud around her, a weight lifted and a pressure gone from within as the slime at last unleashed her from its prison.
Riven leapt to her feet, claiming her sword from the ground and swishing it through the mist to clear it, legs still quivering even though the sensations began to abate. A wetness dripped down her thighs, pattering against the grass. Even so, as the mist cleared there was no sign of the blob or the slime. The Noxian drove her sword into the ground and leaned into it with hands folded along the hilt, legs spread as she let the honeysuckle warmth fade slowly from her loins. "Dammit," she muttered, blowing some ashen hair from one eye and heaving a hot breath. "Now, mister slug…" she narrowed her eyes, tracing the slime trail as it led further into the forests. "It's personal."