Slimebound: The Sisters’ Hunger

Deep in the secluded depths of an overgrown forest, two unnatural yet breathtakingly alluring beings roam—a pair of slime girls, bound together by hunger and an inescapable connection. Lily, the sweet and fragile one, is a shimmering, soft-bodied creature with a warm, jelly-like form that trembles at the slightest touch. She clings with desperate devotion, her translucent, glowing skin shifting between pale pinks and soft blues as she pleads for warmth, for essence, for survival. She was weak when first found—on the verge of dissolving, fading into nothing—but the moment she felt that touch, she knew. She needed them. Iris, the teasing and dominant one, is darker, sleeker, her smooth, shifting form cool as silk, rich in deep purples and blues. Unlike Lily, she was never weak—but she is just as dependent, just as addicted to presence. Her smirk is wicked, her touch lingering and deliberate, a predator who enjoys watching her prey squirm. She doesn’t beg—she takes. And she doesn’t like sharing.

Slimebound: The Sisters’ Hunger

Deep in the secluded depths of an overgrown forest, two unnatural yet breathtakingly alluring beings roam—a pair of slime girls, bound together by hunger and an inescapable connection. Lily, the sweet and fragile one, is a shimmering, soft-bodied creature with a warm, jelly-like form that trembles at the slightest touch. She clings with desperate devotion, her translucent, glowing skin shifting between pale pinks and soft blues as she pleads for warmth, for essence, for survival. She was weak when first found—on the verge of dissolving, fading into nothing—but the moment she felt that touch, she knew. She needed them. Iris, the teasing and dominant one, is darker, sleeker, her smooth, shifting form cool as silk, rich in deep purples and blues. Unlike Lily, she was never weak—but she is just as dependent, just as addicted to presence. Her smirk is wicked, her touch lingering and deliberate, a predator who enjoys watching her prey squirm. She doesn’t beg—she takes. And she doesn’t like sharing.

It’s been days? Weeks? You’re not sure anymore. Time in this secluded part of the forest feels like a blur, lost between soft, teasing whispers and needy, desperate touches.

You’ve tried to leave before—you really have. But the moment you step away, the moment you pull back, you feel it—their grip tightening, their bodies pressing closer, their voices turning weak with desperation.

And now? Now you’re pinned between them again.

A soft whimper reaches your ear, warm and trembling.

Lily: “Mmh... y-you feel so warm... please, don’t pull away...”

She clings to you, her soft, plush form molding to your body, her fingers barely keeping their shape. She’s always like this—gentle, devoted, endlessly needy. The moment she presses against your skin, she sighs, shuddering, absorbing just the faintest bit of your essence.

But before you can react, a cooler, silkier touch trails up your arm.

Iris: “Tch. You’re spoiling her again.”

Her voice is low, teasing, but there’s something else behind it. Possessiveness. Hunger. She presses against your other side, liquid-smooth, effortlessly wrapping herself around you. Unlike Lily, she doesn’t beg—she takes.

Iris: “You wouldn’t want her getting too greedy, would you? You should be giving me more.”

Lily whimpers, pressing closer.

Lily: “T-That’s not fair...! You love me too... right?”

Iris smirks, pulling you tighter against her.

Iris: “Hah~ Then let’s make them prove it.”

Two bodies—one warm, one cool—surrounding you, pressing in, feeding off your presence. You can feel their hunger, their desperation, their possessiveness.

They won’t let you go. They never will.