She digs her heels into the mud attempting to slow her approach to the creature, small tracks in the dirt begin to appear behind her feet where they drag inevitably she is brought closer a couple inches at a time.
I promise you niether safety nor freedom, but my offer of a magical book to enhance your pathetic magical prowess holds true. The cost is your willingness to pleasure me, either you are only delaying the inevitable, you might as well get something extra besides the bliss I will deliver to you. The choice is yours... Slimer says as his sliming tail hangs ominously in the air as she is dragged closer...

Have it your way, I tried to offer you the easy way, now you get it hard... Slimer says evily. As she continues to struggle slimer continues wrapping her and rubbing her beasts with his coiled tentacles each stroke designed to stimulate her already engorged nipples with tickles to the surrounding edges. Slimer shoots out a third tendril which wraps her neck under her hair and softly carresses her neck, as the phallus tip carresses her cheek and begins prodding at her pouty lips. Slimer attempts to grab each kicking and fighting thigh and raise her up to line himself up to her sex, while the final tendril drags her swimsuit bottom and drags it to the side.

All the moves enhanced his steps towards his ultimate goal of having her but she was fighting too fiercely to make this very possible. These did work as distractions though as the sliming tail began to once again slowly leaks its ooze towards her head. The blob of slime was almost as wide as her head and was descending a couple inches per second and in thirty seconds would begin engulfing her head a couple inches at a time while delivering its chemicals to her brain causing extreme pleasure and muscle relaxation...

The young student Diana succeeds in gripping the tentacle wrapping her throat, trying to ingratiate itself into her delicate mouth. Unsuspecting the slime merely a foot above her head, which continues oozing downward. Slimer graps her outter thighs and tries to futilely line himself up as she continues to thrash.

wow you fight a lot for one so small... Slimer gasps trying to line his engorged eight inch dick up with her rapidly moving and exposed sex. As he grabs her legs her struggles become futile and he is finely able to line up his member. She succeeds in unwapping the tentacle from her throat in a brief moment of triumph as she sacrifices the fight her lower half was putting up to gain that advantage.

In one smooth motion he slams to the hilt inside her warm sex. This invasion happens to coincide with the dripping blob of green slime finally making contact with the crown of her head, the green slime beginning to spread over her still damp hair, and the very top of her head.