Meava was now up to her head, the substance grabbing onto her face, all of her movement was completely restricted, the substance seemingly frustrated from all of her wriggling.
Meava had never felt such a way in her life, the warm substance hugging her tightly in its warm embrace.
Meava had let out one more moan before the slime had fully covered her face, pulling her under.
A few seconds of silence pass by before it’s interrupted by a slosh as Meava is seen crawling out of the substance.
As she got out, exhausted, the slime stuck to her immediately dripped off and crawled back into the pool.
Meava never had such an enjoyable experience in her life and was eager to get back in, but decided that would be for another time.
Before she left she decided to take a look around the rest of the temple, where she saw carvings in the stone of what looks like other people sinking in the substance, almost like it was used as some sort of cleansing ritual.
Finished with her fun exploration she decided to leave, having the thought of going back, possibly bringing Kira with her next time.