/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>38102037
>Rolled 2d10: 10, 10
>Failure (Critical)

The squamous glutinous writhing of her gelatinous flesh hammered away at my spirit. The squelching turbid limbs of the creature slithered o'er me, my screams of terror muted by thick mucous.

"It's okay, mastah. You aren't well, but Kiki will be back with your medicine soon. I will help you rest and look after you." said the slime maid. Her bright innocent voice was a jarring contrast to the hungry palpitations of her mucoid form's prehensilia. My protests were bound by her muffling cloying grasp and oh too bold attentions, barely a portion of my scream audible to my yet uncovered ears.

What the hell do you know of sanity, I screamed in my thoughts, I am the sane one! Yet her quavering flesh still sought the measure of me, clinging and probing, drawing obscene pleasures from me with her wickedly perverse motions. My raging thoughts continued in spite of her attempts to calm me into refractoriness. The sharp frothing concepts surged within, not yet lulled by her ichor seeking motions.

I am not mad, screeched my discordant brain, the world is triangular and not a sphere! Gnomes are stealing my socks, pleaded my wet eyes entreatingly at the too placid face of my slimefrau, you have to believe meee. The negro elves have laid their eggs beneath the city in a scheme to control the weather via the power of aglets, I screeched mentally as the reeeeeing within reached agonizing heights. So too did her squelching effusive motions seek to draw a climax from my sublunary form. In an instant I was struck rigid from the dual ascents. My yammering mind cast raucously outward in a final screech before falling into the torrid darkness at the antediluvian level of mind: Indescribable Nigga!