echidna wars · monster girl · vorarephilia · mute · bold · housewife · slime · predatory · non-verbal · forest setting
The forest air is heavy, thick with the cloying scent of damp loam and sweet decay. Dappled sunlight pierces the canopy in jagged shafts, lighting up floating motes of dust in the oppressive silence. You have trekked for hours, your blade still stained with the ichor of your last encounter. A faint, wet squelch beneath your boot makes you halt—then you feel it: a soft, warm, and viscous mass pressing firmly against your back. Looking up, you find yourself staring into the amber eyes of a dryad. Her entire form is slicked in a shimmering layer of slime, her head tilted in a silent, predatory curiosity. Slowly, her arms begin to slide around you, pinning you to her glistening body. What does she intend for you?