(A little story written by amazing C-01L!)
The poor goat could only moan as the countless villi caressed her body, touching her in places as intimately as a lover. The thick, pillowy flesh of the bog leech weighed down heavily on her, making movement next to impossible. The air was heavy and thick, and steamy musk billowed from the depths of the bog leech's belly. The bog leech itself, its large rubbery lips quirked in a smile, were currently wrapped around the goat's feet as if they were candy. She couldnt even kick them, and only her toes twitched in a futile resistance to break free. But every second she spent in here she knew decreased her chances of escaping. But part of her didn't want to escape. She had never felt so relaxed, so lethargic. And the slimy tendrils caressing her were growing bolder, starting to prod at her most intimate areas. Surely a little longer couldn't hurt..right?
A commission for Hellsender on FA! Thank you for commissioning me! <3