[A teenage hunter finds a naive girl in the woods and takes advantage of her innocence, not knowing she's actually an ancient river spirit... a fatal mistake. Thanks to Cleerie for letting me post it. Contains: M/F, M/H, CTF, Human, Googirl, digestion]
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen was a bit lost. The tall, somewhat muscular 19 year old had been trudging around the trees in the dusky light for the past half hour trying to get back to the cabin. He was wearing orange so he didn't get shot, and a brown baseball cap that covered his messy blonde hair. He was a decent looking fellow, Blue eyes, strong chin and cheekbones that suggested a Slavic heritage. He was also just out of high school, freshly and adult and feeling his oats. The weekend with the guys up in the north woods had been a blast so far. He'd never been hunting before, and they'd dragged him up to do it. He hadn't shot anything yet and wasn't sure he wanted to really. Frankly, he preferred sitting around a fire talking about the conquests his various friends had made over the past few years. God, Fred's story about his threesome had gotten his brain going to dirty places. But now, he was lost and a bit horny, trudging through the trees along the murky brown river bank.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] It was a cold, lonesome wood, far, far from the nearest city, the sort of place marked as a reserve by the government to protect whatever it is that the scientists were constantly bickering about losing. Cleerie had only ever known places like this, dense woods along her river, high in the north with its long winters. Until recently, her life had been the river, from its head at the frozen ocean, to where it emptied into a lake in the slightly warmer southern climes. But now, she was separate from her river, sitting along its bank rather than against them, running her hands through the water, making patterns in the slightly oily patches that sometimes floated down it. Off spring of the humans growing near her home. Cleerie had no real ire for humans. She understood that they were neither stupid nor evil. But she did not understand THEM in any sense. They were completely foreign to her in their thoughts and actions. She rose, moving out into the woods, wanting to get away from her old "body" that now felt so confining, slipping over the roots and leaves quietly, gliding rather than walking. Despite her moist body and the cold air, feeling a chill wind was heavenly to a girl who'd only experienced it as a force causing her to ripple before.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Trudging along the bank of the river, Jalen saw something through the trees. At first, he wasn't sure who it was, thinking perhaps that it was one of the guys. But as he drew closer, it became apparent that it wasn't anyone he knew. For that matter, it was a girl... no, a woman. She had breasts... well, maybe she was a girl. It was hard to tell. He drew closer, growing distinctly aware of exactly how loud his boots sounded crunching on the dead leaves in the underbrush. He didn't want to startle whoever it was. What was more, she was naked in the cool air. How weird. He'd been outside for a few hours and he was freezing. If there'd been a tree stand or a cave nearby, he'd have happily gone in to enjoy the warmth of not being in the wind. He drew even closer, moving slowly now, gun slung over his shoulder, watching her through the trees... his mind sliding back to the fantasies he'd had earlier... she was sort of hot, he thought... Perhaps he ought to go say hi, see what the hell she was doing in the woods stark naked. With that thought in mind, he moved forward purposefully, boots marking his way with their crunching.
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie was not terribly mindful of her surroundings. In fact, any other creatures or spirit of the forest would have heard the loud hunter while he was still a mile away... but she was a river after all. The only sound she was familiar with intimately was a roaring rush of water. So every noise around her was equal to any other. However, she could miss the distinct, rhythmic "crackle, crackle, crackle" marching towards her as the young man crushed leaves and twigs under foot. Turning, Cleerie saw him through a nearby stand of trees, camouflage covering his legs and waist, bright orange vest flashing over his chest. She stared at him, not so much out of shock but because she was still at the point where she enjoyed looking on humans. She'd seen a few before, and, with a little help from those first encounters had quite an intimate knowledge of the human body at her disposal... but it was still quite pleasing to see a good looking man, new or not! Unaware of how odd she must appear, not only naked but her glistening, translucent skin, jiggling slightly as she moved, Cleerie turned to her visitor and smiled. "Hello! I almost didn't hear you. You make the same noise as the rest of the woods." She laughed. "My more earthy sisters would kick me for saying that I'm sure but they consider themselves a little too high and mighty for my taste." Unable to resist the old urges, she turned and gestured towards the river, her breasts swaying as she did, her "hair" flapping lightly against her shoulders. "Did you come to drink? It's, well, not exactly clean but it is cool!"
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] When the girl turned and spoke to him, Jalen stopped, and just stared. "Uh..." Jalen had never seen anyone quite like this girl. For one thing, her skin... if that's what it was, was sort of see through and not only that, there was an oddness to her movement, as if she wasn't quite solid. Still, she had a pleasant voice and up close, and even more pleasant figure... well proportioned to his eye. His eyes slid to her breasts and then back to her face. "Uhm. I'll pass on the water. It's polluted. Er." He tried to collect his thoughts, a little un-nerved by her nakedness and the weirdness of her speech. What was that about her sisters? She had sisters out here? "You're naked miss. It's rather cold. Uh... would you like my coat?" He began to unzip it in a chivalrous move, that wasn't entirely altruistic... God this girl was nice to look at, skin aside... would she be a good lay? He continued, unzipping his jacket, "It's getting pretty windy. Might even start storming before too long. I'm a bit lost or I'd offer to take you to my cabin... unless you have a somewhere nearby."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie had forgotten about the pollution in the river being bad for humans and scolded herself mentally. She should have remembered better! Deciding she'd have to fix that mistake, but unwilling to access the minds at her disposal, wanting to handle this encounter on her own, she responded to the offer for a jacket in what felt like the most appropriate response. She nodded and said, "Yes, yes! I do like your coat!" When he held it out to her she took it and looked over it, as if admiring it. "It's very nice. Wonderful color. I've always liked bright colors." She lifted her arms up, holding the jacket high over her head as if to admire it better. This had the effect of also revealing her body more fully, her breasts hanging free and loose on their own, though they seemed almost to sway, as if lifted up and tight against her skin by some unnatural force. Her stomach was taut, as taut as her strangely swaying body could be, and below that she had the make of a regular warm. The rounded hips, the tight divide of the legs, dark triangle of flesh that so many men obsess over, then long firm legs down to the earth. Feeling she'd given the proper response for the jacket, she held it back out to him. "I wouldn't worry about the storm. The wind's blowing but the storm will not hit us. It's too far to the south. But if you'd like a place to rest, the river bank's very soft." She trotted back over to it, patting the grass along the bank to show that it was softer, more comfortable than the dry grass of the forest. She sat down, her legs spread out, oblivious to how Jalen was taking this, offering him a seat beside her.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen watched her as she took the jacket, then acted like she wasn't even sure what it was. His brow furrowed slightly. This girl was strange to say the least, or maybe slightly off in the head. He watched her hold the jacket high, taking in her body. God she was hot... voluptuous, finely shaped... with wonderful breasts that were too pert to be natural. And yet, he had no doubt that they were. And her ass... it looked was totally fuckable, not to mention the V between her legs where a hint of her sex was even visible. Jalen found himself starting to sport an erection. He licked his lips, then when she lowered the jacket and handed it back, cocked his head and shook it in confusion. He watched her walk over to the river bank and sit down on the grass. It was cool out and she wanted to just sit on the grass. He paused, trying to work this out in his head, her weird talk, her almost clear skin... Maybe she was a local and not right in the head. It was almost as if she was an innocent, completely niave. Heaven forbid someone tried to take advantage of her.. A thought came to him, evil and not right, but he couldn't put it out of his head. He wasn't keen on being in the cold if he did it but... He walked towards her and then carefully lowered himself next to her, putting his gun to the side, "Uh... Well, truth is, I'm rather cold. It's cold out. And here you are, naked and just fine. I bet your body must be pretty warm if youc an be out in the cold like this, naked as a bluejay. I thought you might have a cabin or something nearby, but we can sit here if you want." He slid closer to her, "And if you get cold, I could help keep you warm... share our heat."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Since offering him a seat seemed to have gotten a positive response, Cleerie felt a bit more secure now. She relaxed a little, letting herself recline on her arms, stretching herself out even further. In fact, had she been more aware of human feelings of attraction she'd realize she'd crossed rapidly from "innocent" territory and was now flirting with "seductive." But her experience with human sexuality was fleeting, only a few shuffled, lightly tapped memories from a couple she'd absorbed while out here on a camping trip. Instead, she thought she was being civil, and when he asked about warmth she again could have hit herself. Of course he was cold, he was a human! His skin wasn't like hers, which didn't care how cold or hot it was. His had a stricter comfort level. She didn't have any shelter to offer him though and rapidly tried to find an alternative, latching onto what he'd said. "Oh, I don't have anywhere you could stay, no. No where warm. But of course we can share heat!" She smiled, scooting closure to him, pushing her body against his. Through his clothing, he'd feel a tinge of moisture soaking in, but warm. Very warm in fact. Despite her moist state her body was firm and pushed up against his with all the curves a female body has, her breasts, her hips prodding him. She smiled sweetly. "I don't mind. The cold doesn't bother me. And I've got plenty of heat to go around."
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] The reaction he got with his manipulative words was more than he expected when she practically pushed her body onto him. He felt the heat of her touch, unnatural but pleasant... but what was more, he felt the touch of her breasts, the feel of her body, womanly flesh touching him. It made the dampness of her touch flee from his mind for the moment, teenage hormones raging through him. He wasn't particularly experienced, just that one encounter with Mary Glythe, but if he got this girl... wow, what a story to tell the guys. If he'd been sporting a slight boner before, it was quickly sliding into a raging erection, especially because of how easily she was being manipulated. How much more would it take to convince her to do more... sit on his lap perhaps... "Uhm... Thanks... I am feeling a little cold..." He turned towards her, his arms moving to slide around her, pulling her closer, and then he leaned in towards her face and kissed her gently, lips touching hers as his hands felt the odd unsettling lack of firmness in her skin. But hormones again pushed the thought away as he spoke softly, "Maybe I'd be warmer if you sat on my lap..." Oh god... please do it...! Please be that niave!
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie watched Jalen carefully, eager to see what his reaction was. His face turned a bright shade of red and, from the liquid, membranous state of her skin she was able to feel some of the changes in his body. How he grew tense, the rush of blood, the muscle activity. All of this she took as a sign that she was doing right, helping him warm up. She still did not realize just how she was warming him up. She was still staring at him when he leaned down and, without warning, kissed her. His lips were warm against hers and the taste was earthy. Real. It caught her totally by surprise. She gulped, stunned, unable to really process his next words to her. She only nodded and said, "Of course. That would be better..." Shaking her head, gathering her thoughts she lifted herself off the cold grass and gently lowered herself onto Jalen's lap. She even wriggled a little to make herself comfortable. She felt the prominent throbbing erection tight inside Jalen's pants, she knew what was tucked away in there, but it didn't disturb her. She didn't know instinctively that an erection was a very specific state for a penis nor did she know what sporting such a powerful hard on implied. She leaned back against Jalen, trying to ensure he received maximum coverage by her body. "Is this better? If you're still cold, I could try a different position? Would that help?"
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen's breath caught in his throat when the girl so readily agreed to his suggestion. He couldn't believe it, watching her move, unable to take his eyes from her. She was really going to do it. Either she was as innocent as he was hoping, or she was playing with him. Either way, her acceptance meant he got to have a very hot young woman sitting on his lap. He let out a soft gasp of air that curled over her bare neck. His erection was rock hard now, straining against the seam of his pants, pressing up against her butt. He waited a moment to answer, and then he slid his arms around her front, one hand settling on her belly to feel the heat of her skin, the other sliding tentatively, almost hesitatingly to her breasts and then, when she did not jerk away, to cover it, squeezing lightly, "Oh... Yes..." He breathed excitedly, his breath uneven and his heart beating rapidly, "This is much better..." His hand gently fondled her breast for a few long moments and then he licked his lips and tried again, "But I'd be much warmer if you.... Uh...t ruined around," His voice cracked, now getting nervous. There was no way she'd go for what he was going to say next. God, would she let him fuck her... You see, In my pants... there's something that's really needing to be warmed up... uhm. If you ... uh turned around, I could show you where it goes and uh... you could help me warm up even more..."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] So far, Cleerie had been acting on intuition, doing what just seemed the civil, proper response. However, thought until now everything seemed normal, understandable, rational, a sense of discomfort began to grow inside of her. She couldn't exactly pinpoint where it stemmed from; it came from several factors. Being so close to Jalen now, feeling his body pressed against her, she could even more readily feel the tell-tale signs of his body working beneath her. The nervousness of his muscles, the pent up energy, this was not responding to the simple pleasure of being warm. They were too eager. And while she was not bothered by his hugging her or even groping her, she was beginning to question the civility of his actions. Even she knew this was odd behavior for one human to another, to a stranger. She wavered nervously. The independent minds locked inside of her were resting heavily, just within reach of her thoughts. She could reach out, tap into them, compare her situation to what they knew. She wasn't sure if she should or not, a little afraid that doing so might affect her judgement. She was still new at learning how to co-exist with the other beings inside of her and tapping into them might change her mind just as much as she changed theirs, might make her act strange. She'd rather do this on her own. But she was fast getting swept away in body language and innuendos completely alien to her. She was too scared to push this further. "Well..." she looked around the woods as if seeking some guidance, "just... perhaps if you wait. My body is very very warm," she wriggled her butt against his lap to demonstrate how warm. "I... I'm sure if you wait a moment, you'll warm up just the same. Just give it a moment." She leaned back a little and turned her head to look at him and see his reaction, digging her rump into his crotch tighter than ever, her warm liquid now soaking deep into his pants and underwear, unavoidable at this point.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] He felt her grow somewhat still for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. For a moment he was afraid that he'd overplayed his hand and asked to too much too fast. This girl was clearly naive, but maybe she wasn't stupid. He waited, growing still too, his breathing still a little uneven... and more, Jalen's hand did not move from her breast still for the moment. His cock was still rock hard in his pants, easily felt against her ass nestled even between her cheeks a little. At her words he tensed just a little. There was nothing he could say at that point for fear of spooking her further, if that's what he'd done with his suggestion. Damn it! He had a fine as hell naked chick on his lap and he couldn't get her to turn around and fuck him! He swallowed and forced himself to relax a little, his hand starting to caress her breast, becoming aware of how odd it felt... damp and a little strange, not that he had a lot of experience groping breasts. And then, he noticed something more... his crotch felt... warm... hot even. For a second, he wondered if she'd peed on him... sniffing the air... but there was no scent of it... Maybe it was just his imagination. Either way, he had to figure out how to get her to fuck him... maybe flattery? God he was so hard it hurt. "Uh... Well, the other way would be better. Besides, that way I'd be able to see your pretty face. Please?"
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] The request sounded innocent enough. What's the difference in sitting on his lap and laying on his lap? And he was right; it'd be better to be face to face so they could talk, right? She wanted to agree, but again wasn't quite sure. She fingered the available beings inside of her like a hungry dieter fingering cookies. It'd be so easy just to take one little peek.... No. She pushed the others away and made up her mind. Lifting herself up, she rolled over, placing herself on her knees, her legs on both sides of him. She lowered herself back onto his lap, her warm, moist nethers right on top of his. If her butt was warm, this hidden triangle of moist skin was volcanic, a sensuous heat that came, not from arousal, but just from Cleerie's anatomy, being naturally warmer than the rest of her. Nervously, her face tainted with a dark blush, she smiled and leaned closer to him, her hands planted on the ground beside him. "Better?"
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] His heart fluttered with excitement when paused and then decided to take his suggestion after all. He grinned at her when she turned around, his hands slipping away from her breasts to pant on the ground beside him as he leaned back. He watched her kneel over him, pressed close so that her hard shaft now pressed up through the cloth of his clothing against her sex. The heat there was amazing. He could feel it tight against him and he desperately wanted to be inside that heat, feeling the way her body would tighten around it, how that heat would envelope him. The need was almost painful... no, it WAS painful. He'd never been so hard in his entire life, nor so desperate to get into a girl's pants... even if this one was already out of them. His eyes swept over her nude body, her lovely breasts, her face, flushed and blushing. He wasn't sure if she knew or not, but she was clearly excited... or at least it looked that way to him. He swallowed, raising a hand to gently touch her breast, teasing a nipple, before moving up to touch her lips with one finger. His finger teased her lips, tentatively, pushing between them. And then he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from his excitement, his mouth dry from anticipation, "That's much better... uh... but... there's a way to help me really warm up... I promise you'll like it. But it means I have to uh... Get a little less dressed so I'm more like you... Uh... Open my pants, so your skin touches mine. His hand fell from her mouth to touch her though gently. He had no idea how he was going to convince her to put his cock inside her.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] She felt the rapid pulse beneath his skin as his finger touched her breast, gently flitting one of the wet, firm nipples there before moving up to her lip. His obsessive need to touch her, to touch his skin to hers, it made her feel wrong, like she'd screwed up somewhere. But she didn't know where nor how. She didn't know what she should do about it either. She lingered over him, indecisive. Unable to make up her mind, she responded automatically to his request. Before she could think about it, she was reaching down, working the weird buttons and metal zipper of his pants. She felt his raging hard on underneath and for the first time it entered her mind that this might be a sign, like his nervous muscles, of what was making her feel wrong. She folded back his pants, revealing his underwear, now shaped perfectly tightly around his cock, leaving little to the imagination. All she had to do was pull the band of his underwear down and he'd have what he asked for. What did it matter if it was skin to skin or skin to clothing? There was no difference, not that she could see. Cleerie's fingers ran along the top of his waist band, tugging at it lightly, lifting it. There was a heavy odor in the air, musky, hot. She peeled the tight under garment back inch by inch and there he was underneath. Pointing straight up at her, red with blood and very alive with twitching, pulsing movement. She gulped, looking up at him. "F-feel better? Your, um, clothes must have... b-been tight..."
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] She hesitated at his request, he saw... and he worried once again that he'd gone too far, touching her body, her lips, then suggesting that she open his pants. And yet, like all the other times he'd made his audacious requests, she began to move, scooting back a little, and actually doing the work for him. Jalen gasped audibly when her fingers fumbled with his zipper. He actually shivered when her fingers brushed over the thick hot erection in his damp underwear. His eyes fell on her hand, staring at it, watching it move nervously as if it had never done such things before, But his pants were still in the way, so he actually helped her along, pushing a hand on the ground to lift himself up and use his other hand to push his pants down a bit so that they no longer blocked her view of his underwear covered cock and testicles. God... he silently prayed... please go further... And he was answered when she did it, pulling his underwear down. Like before, he helped her along, pulling at them so that his shaft and testicles were easily in view now, chilled slightly by the cool air. He was terribly erect, his shaft over six inches long, and thick as several fingers. He was not hugely endowed, but he was respectable at least. It was uncut, though so erect that the foreskin had peeled back from the purple head, precum leaking from the tip to wet it. In fact precum continued to leak in small dollops. "Oh..." Jelen groaned, and then tried to catch himself... He still needed to get her to sit on it... He shivered and spoke one more time, his voice low, hoarse and full of need and excitement, " Oh... That's much better... but... it's in the open air now. We... we need to warm it up, keep it warm... Uhm... There's a good place... between your legs. You just need to... uhm... sit on it." There was no WAY this was going to work. No way she'd buy it.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Staring down at the fat, purple, pre-soaked head looking back at her, Cleerie knew now she'd screwed up somewhere. She'd definitely messed up. She didn't know where, but this was way off track, very very very wrong. And she didn't know what she should do. But the idea of putting this... HIM inside of her frightened her. It was too close to what she normally does to people. Absorbing them into her. She was lost, afraid. None of the signs made sense anymore. She needed a direction. So, she finally did it. She reached out and took hold of the minds of the couple she'd absorbed on the camping trip, remembering them as the only ones with obvious sexual thoughts. It was instantaneous, their thoughts, memories transferred to her... and a touch of their personality. For a moment, Cleerie closed her eyes and a shiver ran through her whole body. When she opened them again, she looked up at Jalen and smiled, obviously more relaxed, more calm. She even giggled a little. "You idiot," she said, "You've been dancing around the bush this whole time. No pun intending." Leaning back, straightening up so that she towered over Jalen, she smiled down at him. "Why didn't you just ask to fuck me stupid boy? It'd have gone so much faster. Youth..." Gripping Jalen's hips with wet, warm hands, Cleerie suddenly came down, pressing her hot, moist nether lips over his tip, slowly sliding down. "Therrrrrre... now that's warm isn't it?"
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] The girl... gosh... he didn't even know her name, stared at his cock for a time and then, something odd seemed to happen. She shivered and her manner changed. Hell, even her mannerisms changed. It was almost imperceptible, but he did notice, even though his brain was somewhat sex addled. He flinched when she called him an idiot. Still, he didn't have the context to understand it in. He'd already accepted her slightly translucent skin and the fact that she was damp all the time, so damp in fact that his underwear was wet... so why not accept this? Maybe she'd been playing with him all along, knowing exactly what he was doing... He watched her raise above him and chastise him, and what was more, call him a boy and stupid. And a youth?? He bristled a little at that. He wasn't stupid, he was trying to trick a innocent into fucking him, an innocent who suddenly didn't seem so innocent. And how could she call him a youth? She looked to be HIS age! Well, it didn't matter, because... He gasped, his head tipping back a bit, the gasp shifting into a moan as she came down and pierced herself with his cock. He moaned loudly, her slow pace almost torture on the shaft that she'd driven into such hardness. She was hot... incredibly so, and it felt amazing, his foreskin pulling back, his shaft so rigid inside a body that was not. "Oh god..." He groaned again... "Yes...!" Oh god... He was so hard, he was also really close to the edge already... He tried to resist the sensation that was building in his loins. God, if he came early he'd be humiliated. He tried to resist the sensation, eyes staring up at her...
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] This was not a totally different Cleerie. She was not possessed, was not some new personality. Rather, this was simply the river... but it's course had changed slightly. The addition of the pair of minds into her own had brought with the knowledge not only of sex, but a love of it. And for so much more. Cleerie now knew exactly what to do with the rigid shaft of hot flesh slowly working deeper into her. She knew exactly how to tease the boy between her legs. Her nethers quivered and pulled on that hot cock, its motions amplified by the fact that her body was constantly swaying and wriggling on its own. She knew that for Jalen this must be overwhelming. With her new knowledge she could recognize the signs of inexperience in him. He was still a pup, breaking in his teeth in the world of the sensual. He'd been using her, she knew that much. But for now, she didn't care. She reached her arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his head between her lush, warm busom, stroking his hair, looking down at him with a soft smile. "Don't worry. I'll warm you up. From tip... to tip..." She gently pressed down further and further, sliding half way down his pole, his lap already soaked with her hot juices.
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie] She was right in her surmise about his experience. "Oh... god... it's... feels good." He'd totally been taking advantage of her, something some would even call attempted rape. But his inexperienced showed in how he moved when she did, and that fact that he was very close to cumming even before the real fucking began. He stared at her, his eyes slightly glazed from the sensations she was causing in him. He could not know what was going on her mind, or how she could absorb people and touch their minds and know what they did, or for that matter, what said people knew. All he knew was that the innocent naked teenage girl had somehow turned into a minx who seemed older than her looks. But he was ignorant to the danger that presented, and to her true nature. He still thought her an innocent lost in the woods. Her arms snaked around him and despite wearing his jacket, he felt her touch distinctly enough to make him gasp and arch his back, only to find his face pressed into her breasts. Her flesh pressed to his cheek and he shivered, her terribly slow, gripping and pulling movement on his shaft was threatening to make him cum, His hips tried to push up into her instinctively, and the head of his shaft began to swell in preparation for that instinctive need to cum and impregnate. Jalen was slightly beyond thinking for the moment, his mind on her touch and the growing need to cum...
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] He was putty. She could do anything to him and the poor kid would have no defense. And that was mentally or physically. Because with that knowledge of love making, Cleerie had also tapped into a well spring of much more perverted acts. Acts that, for humans, would just count as sexual fantasies but for her could become realities. And as more of Jalen's cock filled her and proved unsatisfying to such a flexible, changing creature, the more she decided trying out those other fantasies would be the only way to really get any enjoyment out of this boy. Stroking his head, kissing him lightly she said, "I know it does. You're obviously much warmer, I can feel that. And I'm about to claim that warmness." She smiled. "Go ahead. Let it go. It belongs to me anyway. I know you can't hold out too much longer. Just enjoy yourself." She pressed her down, further and further and further until finally she was flush with his crotch, rubbing her hot skin against his, the moisture between them making soft smacking sounds. She ground him relentlessly, obviously intent on milking the last of his reserve. Claiming him.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] She was right that he could no longer resist her. Her heat was unbearably warm, as was her tightness and the throbbing around him. His breath came in soft gasps, his body trembling even as her fingers began to stroke through his hair. He didn't know she found him unexciting. He was about to have the greatest experience of his young life. He'd lured this hot naked chick into fucking him. Sure, he liked her better as an innocent, but at this point it didn't matter. Nothing could ruin this moment. He felt the tightening in his loins, his balls tightening and his cock growing even stiffer inside her. He felt her sink down completely on him and begin to grind against him. And then it happened. He gasped, and his shaft, all six inches of it began to throb and jerk inside her, the urethra swelling thickly as cum was pulled from his balls and pushed up it and into her hot interior. He came harder than he'd ever done before, his body stiffened, shuddering in her embrace, his hips trying to push up into her to force his cum deeper into her. "Uh... Ohhh.. Uhhh." He groaned, gasping at the sensation. "Shit..." And then, as quickly as it came, it slowed, leaving him gasping and lethargic, "Wow..."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie felt the clear signs of his orgasm coming and pressed him tight to her body. "There..." she said softly as he came. She clenched around him, massaging, pumping him, helping him work out every last drop, every last bright flash of pure pleasure. She felt his hot load splash up inside of her, filling her. She had no reproductive organs, no eggs to fertilize. But she absorbed his DNA just the same, taking it into her, remember it. She felt spasms rock him, felt him quake. She let him enjoy his moment, since hers was just beginning. When he finally collapsed back, she looked down at him and smiled softly. "Feeling warmer now?" She giggled, chipper, bright.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen was not an active boy, his cum was thick and copious, more than most. He seemed to relax as his orgasm slid to an end, the beautiful and naked woman above him not appearing to have had much pleasure at the same time as he had, though she seemed awful cheerful about his own release. He gasped softly and thumped back against the ground, his arms releasing her to fall at his sides, his body still trembling from the intensity of it. He seemed dazed for a moment in the post-orgasmic haze that consumed most men in such situations. He must have made quite a sight, dressed in hunter orange with his pants at his knees and a naked girl straddling him as he lay there. "Hmmm. Yeah... much warmer... wow."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie let him relax, watching the boy sort of unfold underneath her. Working up to his climax, his whole body had been a tight string, coiling and coiling tighter and tighter. Now, he was melting, falling into that warm afterglow that she (now) knew about. Smiling softly, she eased herself down against his chest. He still had his hunting clothes on and she played with the variety of zippers and buttons, letting them both sit in the silence for a moment, knowing that he was enjoying this almost as much as he had enjoyed her. Her warm moisture soaked down into his clothing, heating his body all the more. Finally she said, "I'm glad you feel better now. I was worried at first. Just a little. I didn't know if I was doing anything right or if I was screwing everything up and I was just going to get you wet and make you colder. But I can tell." She snuggled close against him, looking up at him with a little smile. "It worked. I made you feel really warm. I'm glad." She nodded and then laughed. "That's the first time I've ever made anyone warmer rather than colder!"
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] He blinked up at her, not sure how to respond to her exactly. She seemed so cheerful... although, considering the fact that she'd caught on to the fact that he was trying to get her to fuck him, he didn't feel quite as much guilt as he might have otherwise. At least, he thought he'd heard her exclaim that he was trying to fuck her. It was all a blur for the moment. In fact, she was the one who was naked out in the woods. He could have been a rapist with her running about like that. He didn't pause to think that his actions in taking advantage of one who could have been considered an innocent probably would have been rape. He watched her unzip his coat and such, feeling the odd warmth her body. It really did feel weird, like she was wet, or dripping warm water on him. "No... no... you did make me warm! You did great. Uhm."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie continued her work on his clothing, half playing, as if fascinated with the simple pockets and flaps, half stripping him. Soon she had his chest exposed and was rubbing one glossy, sticky hand over it, leaving a thin layer of warm moisture on top of him. It'd feel a little like Vicks Vaporub, only merely warm, not cloyingly hot, nor as sticky. With her feet she was rubbing against his legs, shoving his pants off of him all the way. Again she did this softly, playfully, as if not meaning to, slowly stripping him until everywhere she touched was just her and flesh. "Ooh, but look at all this..." she waved her hand over his body, showing the slightly blue glaze she'd left on him. "I've got you soaked in... well, in me." She laughed. "Once the effects of my body wears off, all this moisture will just turn to water and then you'll be freezing cold." She nuzzled his chest lightly, running her fingers up it to his neck, leaving a streak of herself on his cheek. "I've really got to find someone to... to keep you from getting cold again. If you stay like this tonight, you'll freeze. No doubt about it. You need... some sort of shelter..."
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen didn't protest as she undid his jacket and his flannel shirt, nor did her protest as she pushed his pants down to his ankles where they caught on his boots. He was warm and tired, her warmth having an almost sedative effect on him, though some of that might have been post coital bliss. After a bit as she ran her hands over his mostly hairless chest, he began to become aware of something a little wrong. He felt wet, for one thing and what was more, she seemed to be talking about soaking him... In her? He raised his head and looked down at his chest even as she nuzzled against it. What was going on? His heart rate had begun to elevate again and he looked a little worried, his eyes searching her appearance. He began to notice things he hadn't before. He was covered in some sort of blue... goo? He blinked and looked up at her, suddenly aware of her hue and the fact that she'd begun to look a little less like some pale lost girl in the middle of the woods. Her skin was blue and if he wasn't feeling her warmth, he would have thought she was dying of hypothermia. "Wha? Uhm... this is weird. Look, I need to get dressed... I have a cabin near here. I'll go there and be fine..."
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Cleerie looked up at him and this time it probably wouldn't be hard to notice that there was a slight touch of something underneath her kinder surface. The primitive river that had woken up before their coitus began was now peeking out under the shy mask. Cleerie grinned. "Silly. You were lost before you found me, weren't you? Admit it." She was only guessing, but she could tell from the increase of his heart rate that he'd begun to notice how wrong this all was. That something had slipped and he may be in trouble. "You know if you go off on your own you won't make it to your cabin by night fall. And there you'll be, alone and freezing to death in the middle of nowhere." She shook her head. "No no. I have a place you can stay. Somewhere nice, warm, cozy. You'll be safe here. With me." She set about removing his jacket and shirt completely, stripping them from his arms, also reaching down with her feet to kick his boots off of him, aided by how slick his body was from being coated. Jalen would notice, when he tried to move, that his body, though feeling fine, moved a bit more sluggishly. He would feel slowed down, an affect of Cleerie's body soaking into his.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] "Uh..." Jalen wasn't sure if he should admit that he was lost. Something felt really wrong here, and it was more than just the fact that he was covered in a blue goo, or that she looked like she was freezing. Now, it was something more, something he couldn't pinpoint... But, she seemed to be much the same pretty girl he'd met, her voice and mannerisms similar. He frowned, uncertain, then answered her slowly, "Well yes, I was a bit lost, but it can't be far. It's near the river and the river is right over there. And if you know the area you could help me get back to it. My friends will be worried about me..." He started to sit up, only to have her hand push his jacket and shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms. He blinked in surprise at how deftly she'd done it, leaving him bare-chested in the cool air of the woods. He was well built, somewhat muscular, and wiry in the way only a youth could be. He could not know that he was tangling with a creature that was millennia old, nor that she had knowledge of perversions that came from a particularly naughty couple... All he knew was that she was somehow managing to deftly strip him of his clothing while at the same time offering him shelter. "Uh... look, could you get off me? I really need to get dressed. You can take me to your place when I have my clothes on." He moved an arm to grab his shirt and then paused. Goodness, it felt like it was sort of numb or weak or something. His head turned to look back at her, his heart beating faster. It was clear that he knew something was very wrong now.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] Seeing the realization growing thicker and thicker on his face, Cleerie smiled softly, leaning forward close to him. "Easy, easy," she whispered, running a hand along his cheek, both soothingly... and at the same time spreading her wetness over his skin. "Everything's fine. There's nothing to worry about. No need to dress, no need to go anywhere. You are perfectly where you belong." Kissing him lightly on the lips, she sat up straight and tall, giving him yet another look at the woman of the river, smiling down on him. "I've held life inside of me for eons. Life of every manner, every kind has gone through, lived in me, evolved in me. Do you think there's anywhere safer to seek shelter than in me, who understands life so well? Although..." she giggled and bit her thumb, looking almost like a mischievous child. "Speaking of evolution, I wouldn't mind making a few changes.... I mean, since I can, I may as well." Without explaining her statements, Cleerie sat back and lowered herself down again onto his spent manhood, placing her still sweltering nethers on top of his limp shaft. Only this time, when the two connected, her lips were much stickier, they pulled tighter, and felt much hotter than before. As they connected with his skin, Jalen would feel a strange movement of pleasure and numbness race out from the spot where she touched. No, not really numbness. More like just a cloud of unidentified sensations. "Trust me," she said, "I'll keep you safe and warm. I always have."
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] With her hand touching his face, Jalen stared up at her, starting to get scared for the first time since this all began. He didn't know what was going on, but it had begun to dawn on him that this girl was more than she seemed. There was the odd sensation of his limbs, and the way she was spreading wetness all over his body. And now she was talking about holding life inside her. Was she talking metaphorically or literally? He began to debate throwing her off of himself. He leaned back on his hands, using them as a brace and considered it... and then, with her words of making changes, she sank down onto his member once more, a member he didn't even think was erect any longer. She looked so cute biting her thumb like that... but... God... What was she talking about?! Somehow, she gathered it into herself again, the unbearable heat feeling off, strange and not like before. He could feel her sex move against him and then... that surge of something along his skin and an odd loss of sensation along his pelvis... No, not loss, just weird!... His arms collapsed at the feel of it and he flopped back down to the ground, "What the hell are you? Get off of me! I don't know what you're doing or what you are, but get the fuck off!" This was almost too much now. With some effort, Jalen pulled his legs up, pulled a shoulder off the ground and with an arm and both his legs, pushed as if to roll over and throw her off of him.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris] If Jalen managed to roll himself over, fighting off the hazy effects on his muscles, he'd find separating his pelvis from her crotch to be a much harder task. Mainly because, as he'd notice the more he pulled and struggled, she was no longer simply sticking to him or holding onto him. Instead, he was fused to her. The spreading chaos of sensations rushing through his hips now was not from his flesh but the mix of his and hers. He was feeling two sets of nerv endings, two different bodies at once. And, that feeling was growing stronger and spreading wider. As the cloud of sensation began to drift down into his thighs and up into his lower stomach, Jalen's body began to be dragged towards Cleerie's. Some force was pulling him in, tighter and closer to her. Cleerie seemed perfectly at peace on top of him, smiling a light little grin, her eyes closed, even humming to herself. She was caught up in the same feelings he was, the chaos of sensations. But unlike him, she could enjoy it. "I haven't told you already? I'm the river silly. I'm the great and mighty river and you shouldn't fight so much. Many many men have fought my currents before. I don't recall it ending well for many of them." She continued to run her hands lightly over his chest, soothing him, pulling him in.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie] Jalen pushed with his legs, but found he couldn't summon the strength to do it. Whatever was happening to his pelvis, was making it hard for him to move his legs at all, much less use them to push her off. What was more, he felt weird, like he could feel two sets of legs. It was something he couldn't even fully understand and yet, it was happening. He didn't realize that the sensation was her body, slowly redusing his legs, pulling them into her like they were some sort of noodles to be slurped up. But with his nerves jangling at him, he wasn't even sure what was going on below his waist. His face began to pale as the realization that she was doing something to him began to sink in. His eyes spread wide as saucers, his arms trying desperately to push up off the ground and crane his head to the side so he could see what was happening to his own legs. He really was a good looking boy, but his fear distorted that face, making it almost childlike in his fear. His racing heart, the fear that pulse through him would pulse into her, like an adrenalin rush, giving her unintentional spikes of pleasure perhaps. How long would she be able to remain peaceful? For some, perhaps even the couple who's mind she touched, this would be an erotic rush beyond any mere fucking. Even as those sensations hit her, Her words seemed to flow past her prey... She was the river? What the hell did that mean? This was real life, not the X-files! "P... please. Don't do this. I don't know w... what you are, but I didn't mean you any harm. D... don't hurt me! I'll do anything. Just let me go! Please!"
 
[Cleerie -> Terris]: Cleerie didn't exactly recognize Jalen's pleading. For her, this experience was equally new and equally strange, if a lot less frightening. She was not absorbing him; instead, she was remaking him, as part of herself. Specifically, a male part of herself. After all, there was no better source than a real male for what she wanted. As Jalen's body folded up more and more under her, the wave of chaotic energy spread faster. It would soon feel as if the strange sensations were taking place in parts of him not yet affected by whatever was happening underneath Cleerie's thighs. As if his whole body was in fact already in the process of changing. And in a way, it was. His legs were shrinking, scrunching tightly together. His arms were growing shorter as well, though less rapidly. And the motion of her hand over his body would be now producing a much more powerful sensation. Cleerie's mouth hung open, her eyes glazed. She was making small sounds, possibly of glee, possibly of shock. Either way, it was obvious she was a million miles away when she said, " Not going to hurt you... but I will let you go. Part of you.... Trust me..."
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: Jalen began to panic now. There was little else he could do but panic. The sensations he was feeling were weird. He could no longer feel his legs or his cock... It was like she'd swallowed him up completely. He raised an arm to try and push her off of him, only to see that it was shorter than it should have been, his fingers stubby and small. His eyes widened and he stared at them in amazement and horror, than up at her. Her mouth was open and she looked like she was in a daze... Oh god... she was enjoying this?! What was she doing to him? There was no way she was human. An alien? Something else? He didn't know, but it was clear to him that he had to get away now before it was too late. His hands lifted up and pushed against her chest as he began to struggle frantically, the weird sensations growing more bizarre and oddly pleasurable, like his cock was being rubbed by a hand... only, it wasn't his cock, it was his chest and stomach... "You are hurting me! You're doing something to me! P... Please stop!" He stammered at her, his expression as frantic as his shortening arms were in flailing at her. It was clear that her words had no effect on calming him down, "Just tell me what the fuck you're doing to me!"
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: If Cleerie had been able to, she'd have taken the time to explain, tell him what to expect, what was going to happen, what she planned to do, to try and put him at ease. But she was unable to. Her mind was drifting in a realm of pleasure and sensation she couldn't explain. She was no longer just overcome with awe at the feeling. She was aroused, excited, lusty. She was getting off on this, hard. So when he asked her, all she could say was, "I'm turning you... into a cock... so stop talking please." By now her hand motions over him had become much more obvious. She wasn't rubbing him soothingly. She was fapping him. She was jerking off his body even before it was fully transformed. Worse, this only made the sensations inside him much stronger, his body being readjusted to the muscles and nerves and veins of a throbbing herm-cock from the inside out. What he was feeling was an oncoming orgasm... that he would be totally engulfed by.
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: The teenage boy had no context to put his experiences into... His arms were shrinking by the moment, so that after a time, he couldn't even reach her to try and push her away. And all the while, this blue skinned girl had that look on her face as if she was about to cum... His whole body tingled, and it didn't help how she kept running her hands up and down his sides and his stomach and chest. It felt... strange, weirdly good, like she was masturbating his cock... but the sensation was not localized to his pelvis. But it was her words that made him stop, not knowing how to react or what to say in response. And even if he had the words, it was starting to get too late. He could feel his ribs compressing inward, his body starting to grow more cylindrical and what was more, his neck starting to stretch, pushing his head back, so that he couldn't fully lift his head up any longer. Worse, he was losing all control of his muscles. He could feel his blood pumping hard through his body, in his skin, and there was almost the sense that he could feel her heart... if she had one. Was she really turning him into a cock? He could feel her hands rubbing, jerking against him, the sensations growing more and more intense... No! He didn't want to be a cock for this freak! The boy tried to swallow, gasping at her, "P... Please... stop! I didn't mean to hurt you! I'll do whatever you want!"
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: By now, the once handsome Jalen would be packed into about a foot of flesh. His legs and lower body were now tightly coiled up and smooshed together under Cleerie's body as a pair of smooth balls, swaying with her motions. And he was rapidly becoming a turgid, stiff cock to go with them. Cleerie didn't even hear his final pleas, too lost in this new sensation she'd never known, the feeling of a cock eager to cum. She was panting loudly, lewdly, and was now jerking him off without any hesitation. She sat back, on her rear, her legs splayed, Jalen held out in her hand, his last look of the world being her, the strange naked blue girl who pulled him out of his normal life just because he couldn't control himself. Her head thrown back, Cleerie jerked. As Jalen's transformation came to a close, all he would feel would be the raw pleasure of a cock being worked by an expert hand, Cleerie's absorbed knowledge teaching her fingers and wrists the most pleasant motions. He would not see, couldn't hear. Taste would be dull and thick. Mostly, he would just feel. He was now nothing more than eight hot inches of twitching, eager flesh... and pretty soon, perhaps not even that if she were to reach her climax.
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: Jalen felt his body being compressed further, feeding into her mass in a way he couldn't explain. His head now tipped fully back, he quickly found that he could not even close his mouth any more, and what was more, his throat seemed to pop open in a straight shot down his esophagus so that he could no longer even breath. He tried to struggle once more, but found his arms had abandoned him and soon, he felt his eyes starting to slide closed... slowly sealing shut as the transformation overtook his head. Her rubbing, masturbating was doing more than just fapping him, it was reforming him, compressing his mass to turn him into a smaller and smaller shape to work as a suitable cock for the river spirit. Jalen trembled. With his eyesight gone, he suddenly realized that he could still hear, though not with his ears... He could feel the touch of her hands and the panting of her breathing. If she spoke, he would probably hear that too. He could feel the tension he often felt in his own cock before he came, starting to pulse over his entire body. He didn't know what it meant, his mind too lost and in shock to fully understand.
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: Cleerie felt Jalen's transformation reach its conclusion. She felt his body fully change, the squirming, frightened mind locked inside of her new flesh. She looked down, eager to see it, and smiled at the result. It looked just like Jalen's cock had, only blue and goopy, though still powerfully firm. Laughing she said, "You... you'll love this! You were so eager to fuck me earlier.... That was all you really wanted was it? A nice hot squirt. Well, you'll get the biggest, hottest squirt you've ever had now. Trust me, I'm giving you... exactly what you want." She began to work herself with both hands, massaging her tip with one, pumping with the other. "S-sorry if this makes you... feel small.... Such a big guy like you... but trust me... you'll love it."
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: Jalen had been decently hung, but hers was bigger than he'd been, if also far more sensitive. Surely she'd feel the reaction his body and mind had to her touch. She'd effectively melded him into a new form, a form that worked as well as a real cock. Each touch she made was transmitted to her and him. Trapped in that new form as he was, his whole world became her hands, the feathery touch of her fingers, or the hard rub of her palm... or how her thumb brushed over her new glans and Frenulum... both of which used to be part of his head. He felt the pleasure racing down his body and then her voice, clear as day. It sounded matter of factly, or maybe a little teasing. His mind balked at the idea that she was actually enjoying using him as a cock for her own pleasure, just like he'd used her as a hole for his. He couldn't protest, but he could try to deny her pleasure... He tried to resist it out of spite... or the hope that she'd let him go if she couldn't cum... if that was even possible. He tried to ignore the teasing pleasure, the firmness of her hand, the pumping of her fist... No! He wouldn't let go!
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: For a moment, Cleerie thought she was losing interest in her absorbed victim. She felt a slight dip in the pleasure rising up from her crotch, a dullness that she couldn't explain. Then she realized what it was as soon as her thoughts drifted down and touched Jalen's mind. He was trying to resist the oncoming orgasm! He was trying to fight to hold himself together. The idea almost made Cleerie laugh... and then, actually made her excited. This was brand new, not even in the minds she had absorbed. "Oooh. You think you've got a say in the matter huh? Well, would you like to hear a secret?" Her strokes were now slower, methodical, seductive. She was working herself like a pro... and working Jalen like a pro too. Had he been in his normal body, the boy would be quivering on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Now, in his new body, it was infinitely stronger. He WAS about to become an orgasm, his whole mind consumed by the need to cum. He was made to cum. More than he realized. "You see, you probably think that I've fused you with me or something, but that's not quite true. That big strong body of yours... that does belong to me. But your mind I can't take from you. That wouldn't even make any sense! However..." Her voice grew low, seductive, powerful. "You know what I can do? I don't have to keep your mind inside me. In fact, I could just squeeze... it... right... out...."
 
>02:43:21 [Terris -> Cleerie]: There was little that Jalen could do but try to resist, and for a time, he felt it working, he could feel himself reacting a little less to her touch and while his body remained fully engorged, if he were able to keep it up, perhaps her erection would fade and she'd be forced to let him go. At least that's what he hoped, his mind near the breaking point in accepting that she'd actually turned him into a penis in the first place. And then... then, something changed. Her motions became less clumsy and she started to work on him more methodically. He could feel her stroking, lingering at his head, squeezing his hardness. And then her voice intruded. He heard it almost as if it was in his own mind, seductive and dangerous... telling him that his mind was safe... He almost relaxed a little at that... until her next words came... that she could squeeze out his mind. What the hell did that mean. What did she mean by... "squeeze it right out?" She said he'd be safe! He would have shuddered in horror at the thought if he could, his mind shaken from his task for the moment. Indeed, she'd feel the pleasure spike... And then, he clamped down on it. His fleshy length was growing stiffer the more she stroked. He could feel his... her? Balls starting to tighten up. He tried to control it, resist it harder than before.
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: Feeling that panicked struggle caused Cleerie's physical pleasure to again dull. However, it only made her desire to cum stronger and she increased the strength of her strokes, beginning to speed up again but not losing that careful touch. Knowing that her talk had distracted him, she kept it up, hoping to wear him down. "Oh, did you figure it out? Think you can save yourself if you push hard enough now? Come on. Just relax. This will feel wonderful. Your entire body... no, your whole existence will be one monstrous orgasm. You'll amount to nothing less than a mind shattering squirt. Why run from that? What, afraid of being a stick stain on the grass? Why? Think of how good it will feel beforehand!" Her sac tightened, her cock twitched. Each motion must have been agonizingly pleasing to Jalen. She worked him down, as if trying to squash his mind into nothing as well... and in a way she was. Pre began to build on her tip and she used it to soak her shaft, making each stroke even stronger.
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: The cock who had once been a teenage boy seemed to grow even stiffer in her hand the more she stroked. Inside it, Jalen frantically, desperately tried to ignore the sensations. But she'd transformed him far too well. With his mouth now the slit at the tip of her new cock and his throat the thick urethra for it, he could feel every bubbling drip of precum that oozed from the tip. He could feel cum churning in his/her balls and how they were slowly tightening up for what was to cum. He desperately tried to block out her words, so teasing, seductive and powerful. He'd been afraid before, but now he was terrified by what she was saying... the thought of his mind, everything her was, being pulled down into sperm and spat out the way his own cum had spurted deep inside her only minutes earlier. He could not know that this game was exciting the river spirit, or that his struggles were only heightening the perverted pleasure she was getting from it. Did she relish the idea of him leaving his body to become a sticky stain in the grass? Jalen felt himself starting to lose the battle. He felt the pleasure of her hand, so tight and warm, and how his own body twitched with pleasure. No! He had to hold on! His mind tried desperately to resist, his panic now twinging the connection she had with him. Her words were effective, weakening him, and perhaps even making him react to her hand even more effectively than before. It wouldn't be long now...
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: The struggles were growing weaker and weaker. She was finally wearing him down, working him over. Her strokes were growing frantic, powerful, eager. She could feel the oncoming orgasm. As Jalen's mind stopped fighting and began to slip into the pull of her body, a detachment would seem to happen. He'd feel every stroke of her hand, every pump of her veins, every beat of the massive current of her body... but he would feel himself sliding down even deeper. It was as if he were physically still feeling himself being fapped powerfully by that ancient spirit... but his mind was being pulled down into the tight, molten hot realm of her balls. Once squished into that fleshy, moist cave, Jalen would feel his final transformation, his mind fusing with the raw seed Cleerie's body had rapidly produced, produced from the DNA of his own she'd absorbed earlier. Now he was truly ready for his final, life-changing event. Cleerie was on her hands and knees, her hand a blur on her stiff cock. Blushing deeply, panting loudly, she still took one moment to look down at herself with a smile and say, "You know... I wasn't lying when I said that... that your mind is safe. I cannot destroy it. And I promised to give you shelter. Don't worry, this won't kill you. I promise." She giggled. "You'll be nice and safe and warm... forever."
 
 [Terris -> Cleerie]: Jalen felt himself slipping, felt his control over his body sliding away with each stroke she made on her cock. The pleasure was intense and too much to resist. And as he slipped, he felt his consciousness being pulled further and further away from his head and down his body. He tried to resist even as the sensations of her hand jerking faster and faster seemed to grow more and more distant. What... what was she doing to him?! Jalen tried to stop it, but it was too late. Her hand somehow pushed his mind, his being deeper and deeper until he felt himself first as her balls, big, tight and aching, to something else, something formless, organic, weird. His mind was pulled in many directions as the sperm she'd forced him into moved mindlessly, welling up in preparation for the orgasm she was soon to have and he could not stop her from sliding into. He heard her voice, more distant now, dripping so intensely with lust and need. And it began to occur to him that she'd put him into her balls... that he now was the same cum that he'd spurted into her only a short time before. He felt so helpless, unable to escape, unable to stop her, her words not helping as he uncertainly faced his future.
 
 [Cleerie -> Terris]: At this point, Cleerie completely severed her mental connection to Jalen, not wanting to hurt his coming "exit" in any way. With Jalen completely locked in his cummy prison, Cleerie began to pump harder and faster than ever. She was on the edge now, and had nowhere to go but over it. She gritted her teeth, arched her back, her head rolling, her eyes rolling, her whole frame shaking. Pre was drizzling down to the ground in a puddle underneath her. Then... she screamed in pure bliss as the orgasm finally crashed down through. Her massive cock jerked and twitched and jumped in her hands like a powerful piston, and Jalen was sucked up mercilessly from his safe house deep in her sac. She pulled him, long sticky thick strands, up through her tight crushing tunnel, the sensations of her orgasm swelling all around him, and finally out of his once human lips, now just the moist slits of a goo-cock. She howled with pleasure, thrusting her hips as she squirted strand after heavy strand across the ground, splashing the cold grass with steaming ropes of bluish white gooey jizz.
 
[Terris -> Cleerie]: Jalen felt it all, the tightening of his prison, and then, the sudden and urgent pulling. He felt his being pulled, bit by bit up into her shaft, urged by her pumping hand, pushed by her jerking abdominal muscles and the thing sheath of them that tensed her urethra. His mind was in an untter panic now, filled with the weird sensations of her pleasure and the knowledge that she was ruthlessly getting pleasure from using him for her own orgasm. And with each cumshot, he could feel himself spraying out, disappearing from his consciousness as it left her cock, his mind being disconnected and spurted out bit by bit. With each spurt of sticky white cum that arched across the grass to splatter on his jacket, a piece of him disappeared. He tried to resist it, but it happened too fast. He could feel his memories fading, then his emotions and then, in one final jerk of her cock, all that remained of his consciousness, was pulled up into her shaft. He felt the sliding, wet trip and felt one final instant of dismay then... it all disappeared as he splattered across the lining of his hunting shirt. His whole existence boiled down a massive, intensely pleasurable orgasm for the river spirit and a few messy patches of sticky blue cum.
 
[Cleerie -> Terris]: Panting, spent, Cleerie opened her eyes, not realizing she'd squeezed them shut in such an overwhelming explosion of raw sensation. She staggered to her feet and looked down. There on the ground, draped over his clothing, the grass, limbs, twigs, leaves was Jalen. Nearly four feet of long, sticky Jalen. Cleerie felt odd. Her emotion rush had, in a sense, flushed her mental systems. The absorbed traits and memories were returning to dormancy. But not too fast for her to bask in the after-glow of her change. She patted her flaccid cock, still dripping a few tiny drops of Jalen into the grass, and said, "See? Nice, warm, and safe. Just like I promised." She giggled and lifted her cock. "Besides, the best parts of you are still here. With me." Turning, she waded into the river, disappearing into the rushing stream, leaving behind only an empty set of clothes stained with some spent cum of an odd hue.