Selune gazed at her target, a Seeker from the realm of Apocrypha. It was no easy task to acquire the spell for it. She'd managed to convince Maechen to divulge the spellforms he used, but they were imperfect, not fit for research. It took the combined efforts of Selune and Neloth several months to glean the principles of pulling creatures from the twisted realms of Hermaeus Mora. It frustrated her to no end when he simply locked their prize away, and worse, denied her access to it without his supervision. Well, now she had her chance.


"You remember me?" she asks the creature. It makes a nondescript gurgling sound in response, though clearly an intelligent response, recognizing it was being addressed. "Your magics are unique. Efficient. Calculated. But, unsurprisingly, obscure and secreted. You and I are going to spend some time exploring that. Does that sound agreeable?"


No sooner had she finished her question did some magic in the room stir to life. Not the creature's magic, but a failsafe of Neloth's. Selune thought she had accounted for every possible safeguard, but just leave it to an ancient Telvanni wizard to add traps for when other people lock his own doors. This room in particular had an especially devious trick - in the event someone locked themselves in and cast any sort of spell in the room without Neloth present, the cages unlock themselves, unleashing whatever lies inside upon the intruder. The click of the lock and the drop of Selune's stomach were within an instant of each other.

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The creature gurgled in agitation and emerged from the cage. Selune was caught utterly by surprise and had little time to ready a defense.
"No, stay b-!" she shouted.


But the creature was upon her too quickly, the spell she begun forming vanishing from her mind as her concentration, weak as it already was, dissolved entirely.


"G-get off me!" she said with a mix of panic and anger. The slime on its tentacles tingled against her bare skin. Somehow in Selune's rational mind, it occurred to her that it could have killed her twice over by this point. "What do you want!?" she said.


As if in answer, it began tearing every stitch of clothing from her body, haphazardly slathering her in the tingling slime as it did so. When a tentacle smeared a trail on her breasts, the slime seemed to ignite her nipples with pleasure. It was unlike any physical attention she had ever felt, unique and intense. Despite her predicament, it made her want an attentive pair of lips latched to each. Nude and covered thinly in slime, she eyed the creature. "I don't know what this is, but... get it overwith."


Without warning, it tilted her back and released her shoulders, the falling sensation causing her to yelp. She saw something conspicuously wiggle out of the mouth on what she assumed was its stomach. "Wh-what is that? What are you--"


With an unsubtle thrust, it pushed a thick tentacle, dripping with the curious slime, right into her unprepared sex. Painful at first, the slime quickly eased that, allowing the large appendage to slip in and out with ease and making each push feel like a miniature orgasm all its own. She moaned instinctively at the sensation.

It drilled her with almost mechanical consistency, grabbing her arms to keep her steady. It simultaneously felt like an instant and a lifetime before the first orgasm shook her. She cried out a long, agonized, "Fuuuuck!", degrading into nothing more than a primal moan, her brain unable to come up with anything witty or at all dignified. Her body had given at at the first climax. Now she was little more than a vaguely resentful fucktoy, and at least her body was enjoying it.


It cared nothing for the intensity of her ordeal, giving her no quarter in its assault. It kept plowing, and her body kept spasming, her agonizing orgasm prolonged with each thrust. Finally, it allowed her a moment to catch her breath, stopping long enough to flip her over and reposition her. It began to fuck her again with the same mechanical intensity. Her sensitive body quickly approached the brink of a second earth-shattering orgasm.

She yelped, pulled for an instant from her building euphoria as the creature wrenched her back uncomfortably. But more alarming with the sensation of a slimmer tentacle prodding her asshole, slicking it with the tingling slime. Her eyes went wide as it penetrated.

Another tentacle joined the one in her sex, and together the three slippery appendages did their due diligence. The second orgasm crashed upon her like an avalanche endlessly cascading down the mountain. At first, a weak part of her didn't want it to end, but when it didn't, she realized this was quickly becoming torture rather than pleasure.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the creature stopped. With utmost gentleness, it brought her to its chest, withdrawing two of its tentacles. The largest stayed within her, and in her semi-conscious haze, she felt as if it was emanating some kind of magic. Weakly, she reached down to try to pull it out, but every muscle in her body was like jelly.

"Your plan... was... to... weaken me..." Selune stated, more for her benefit than the creature's. The afterglow left her confused, the slime still tingling and leaving her stuck in post-coital afterglow.

It wasn't until it raised a clawed hand to her head that the reality of the situation finally dawned. "Oh Gods-!!"

The creature let out an anguished gurgle and released Selune, fading from this plane. In a divine stroke of luck, whatever magic bound this creature outside its cage had finally worn off. Gracelessly Selune tumbled to the floor, landing flat on her face.

The next thing she remembered, she was sitting against one of the cages, breathing heavily. Her mind was quiet for a long time. Then, step by step, she walked herself back through the encounter. She did nothing wrong. She had no idea why it happened, but it wasn't her fault. A quiet, twisted little voice in the back of her head piped up, a voice she only entertained in her most debauched of moods - "Perhaps I should look into how to acquire more of that slime..."

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" a furious voice cried out as the doors opened. Neloth, forcing open Selune's lock as thought it were nothing, looked on angrily as a naked and exhausted Selune awkwardly got to her feet.

"Master, I-"

"Master nothing!" Neloth roared. Selune had never seen him so angry. "You bumbling idiot! You scrib-brained ninny! After months of work, you've managed to lose our first successful Seeker summoning! I demand an explanation!"

Selune laid out the entire story.

"We'll have to summon another one first thing tomorrow," Neloth said with a sigh, rubbing his temple in irritation. "Gods willing, the spell should work again, and we have all the materials in bulk precisely for... unforeseen events such as these. It sounds to me that your punishment was mostly inflicted upon you already." Selune let out a brief sigh of relief, but Neloth quickly dashed any hope she had of getting off light. "Mostly," he continued. "You're no longer allowed within the tower while I am absent, and you forfeit any clothing privileges you've earned indefinitely, barring only your uniform, and only then beyond the grounds. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master, I understand..."

"Oh, and I hope you like performing fellatio..."

"...because for the next two weeks, you're going to be Talvas' personal cocksucker. Whenever, wherever, no exceptions."