Then he noticed something, far out in the hardpan, almost indistinguishable in the dying light – there was a ruin out there. There were enough ruins in the world Ty lived in that all the sand scavengers and all their descendents for a hundred generations could never pick them all clean, but this one was unlike any Ty had ever seen. Blue tinted walls that looked mighty despite their crumbling stood around what seemed like some sort of glass. It was impossible to tell from this distance.

Having nothing better to do but die, Ty set out in the direction of the ruin. The sand boots glided toward the distant ruin over the flat hardpan with no effort at all. Ty watched the sun as the last sliver disappeared over the distant horizon. Ty’s boots crested the lip of a black fissure in the desert while his eyes were still fixed on the sky. Ty and the sun fell into darkness.

Ty caught enough of the dying light to see that he was barreling down a long, steeply sloped cave lined with sharp, angular rocks like the teeth of some unimaginable carnivorous worm. By instinct, Ty tried to force himself into an upright position and land on his feet, but one leg flew out from under him, a stone dagger ripping into its boot, destroying it.

Scrambling to keep the repelling field of the one remaining boot between his body and jagged, igneous death, Ty fell for what seemed like hours until the tunnel curved back suddenly and Ty slammed face-down onto a stone pad. It was smooth enough for Ty to pledge his eternal gratitude to it in the instant before he blacked out.

Ty awoke with a groan to a spike being hammered into his forehead in time with his pulse. He was on his back on the stone tablet that he’d landed on, the sheath of his sword digging painfully into his lower back. He propped himself up on an elbow and rubbed his aching head and shoved down his goggles. The room around him was cloaked in darkness. Motes glided fluid-like through a beam of moonlight that shone through one of the several tunnels that emptied into this room. The place smelled like damp stone and the musky, cool scent of places unfathomably ancient.

He could barely make out monolithic tablets that lined the circular perimeter of the room, covered entirely with unfamiliar writing. He was, in fact, laying on one of these tablets that had toppled. He inspected the writing closer and could recognize none of it.

In the center of the room, outlined by the moonbeam, was a shallow, round crater in the otherwise smooth floor. Ty mistook it for a mirror at first due to its stillness, but as he approached on all fours to investigate, it appeared instead to be a sort of translucent fluid. It was the color of sapphires.

Ty saw his own face eclipse the grain of moonlight that was the entrance to the vertical tunnel. Hairline sand abrasions scored his tan cheeks, and his hazel eyes, though bright as ever, seemed slightly sunken from fatigue. His short black hair was littered with desert sand and dust from his fall. Ty scratched at a half-moon scar in the center of his forehead that he had never noticed before when the pool rippled soundlessly, as though in a breeze. The air had been still. On an impulse, Ty ran a finger along the surface of what appeared to be a sort of gel. It was smooth and provided resistance, but when he drew back it stick to his finger, leaving a string back to the pool. Before Ty could react, the gel had crept up his finger; then his hand. Ty cried out and tried to pull back but the thing resisted. Ropes of the gel splashed out of the pool and looped around Ty’s neck and back, yanking him in with a splatter like a hammer hitting a raw steak.

Ty’s mind was frozen in panic. Anything resistance he offered was instantly defeated by the puddle’s tendrils. A wave of blue slime surged up his chest and pushed him onto his back. More swelled up behind him, locking his hands behind him and supporting his head and torso in a reclined position like a pillow. The wave of slime reared back for a moment and stood as a glistening pillar in the moonlight before diving down the front of his patchwork leather pants in a torrent.

Ty’s paralysis broke and he let out a cry that cut off abruptly when the gel began to ooze around his balls and rapidly hardening cock. It was cool, but warming quickly. A tendril formed at the base of his dick and spiraled its way to the head while the gel cradling his ass formed dozens of appendages which stripped him from the waist down and proceeded to squeeze and toy with Ty’s bare bottom. The tendril around his manhood seemed to lose viscosity and streaked a trail of blue syrup in its path as it pulsed along the length of Ty’s cock; the tip of the tendril mated with the opening. Ty gritted his teeth and stammered in unexpected bliss.

More of the gel began to surge into his lap. Through the red haze of ecstasy Ty realized that the gel was beginning to make sounds. They reminded him of a recording of ancient sea mammals communicating, only higher pitched and woven in with what sounded like a young girl humming.

The gel piling up in Ty’s lap obscured his cock, with the questing tendril still pulsing madly, and formed a sphere. The sphere split along the top and the two sides rolled to either side and lolled to the ground, forming what looked like long, neatly parted, translucent blue hair. Ty could clearly see his own tortured cock still beating away inside the gel. On either side, the gel darkened slightly and depressed into two sapphire eyes, their brows furrowed in an expression of desperate pleading. Gel at the base of his dick pulled away and revealed perfect lips rolled back over his manhood. A trickle of blue syrup issued from the lips and began to run down his inner thigh to his ass which was still being massaged and teased.

Between his legs, the gel arched downward from the head and formed a spinal furrow. The slender back, complete with dimples on the lower end, terminated with a graceful, ample rump, the cheeks slightly spread. Ty was faced with the most beautiful visage of a girl he had ever seen, and his cock was already in her mouth without as much as a pickup line. The pleading eyes stared at him, but the mouth remained locked around him, pumping furiously. Internal flows were now beginning to swirl around his shaft and suck powerfully on the head.

The lilting sea-music the creature had been making fell quiet. “Just come, please. I… need it.” The voice was that of a young girl, the syllables deliberate and a little wet sounding. It was a voice full of fun, which might come from a child that who was struggling, trying to sound deadly serious.

“Relax, please… I’ll explain when I can, but right now just close your eyes and come as much as you can.”

The mouth around his dick had not moved or ceased and Ty could not identify the source of the voice. Despite his horror, the rising sensation in his loins told him he would not have any choice but to obey her. The creature, seeming reassured, closed her eyes and lowered her head fully into Ty’s lap, to redouble her efforts, her cherubimish nose pressing into Ty’s skin. She brought her newly formed and infinitely graceful hands up to Ty’s waist and drew him closer.

The circular current around Ty’s cock once again began to ripple and pulse along its length, a vacuum so powerful sucked at its head that Ty would have wondered that it hadn’t drawn blood were he capable of thought at the time.

Ty began to gasp spasmodically as he reached an orgasm that destroyed all thought and sensation. The air was cool and alive with the smells of his sweat and the mossy, sacrosanct smells of the cavern. The face in his lap seemed to blush, the gel along each pert angelic cheek darkening to deep cobalt as she began to bob her head gently, kneading the entirety of Ty’s load out of him. The gush of semen from Ty was whipped away in a swirl of internal currents. It vanished instantly.

The creature gave a long, feminine sigh through her nose and drew back. A long string connected Ty’s slimed cock to her lower lip. The girl looked at it cross-eyed, giggled and refocused her half-lidded eyes on Ty as she extended a human looking tongue and leaned in to clean him up, splaying one hand on his hip and using the other to help tidy the mess she’d made.

Ty felt nonplussed, like a burnt match that had never been told it was a match in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” the creature said between tender laps, this time with its mouth, “I’m not normally so forward, please don’t think bad of me.”

“My name is Siona.”