by Simon Archer
“What do you mean?” I asked, barely able to move my eyes from her nipples to her throat because, at the moment, it was all I could do to breathe when I saw the spiked black choker around her neck. I wasn’t sure how, but the sight of it made me gasp.
“I told you that I can alter my form.” She reached out toward me, and as she caressed my chest through my shirt, her slime somehow seemed to flow through the fabric to touch me. “And I want you to really enjoy this.” She smiled as the warmth of her hands spread across my body. “If there is anything you wish me to change about myself, please tell me.
“That won’t be necessary,” I said as a thin layer of warm slime flowed over my chest and legs and pulled off my clothing in an instant, and because I’d long since covered my body with aura, it didn’t hurt. Instead, having her touch me was, well, exquisite in a way I couldn’t explain. Her slime was so warm and comforting feeling that it was very nearly the most pleasurable thing I’d ever felt.
“Oh, wow,” she gasped when my pants were finally gone, and I lay in the pillows naked before her. “I didn’t know you were hiding something like this.” Before I could respond, the slime girl had dropped to her knees in front of me and taken me in her mouth.
As she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, I realized I could see her tongue wrapping around it because her skin was translucent. I groaned as she sucked hungrily on my cock, and her warmth flowed over me as her tongue twisted and curled to stroke me while she swallowed me whole.
A moan escaped my lips as her tongue continued to wrap around me, and the sticky warmth of her mouth enveloped me. A moment later, I let loose a cry of passion as I emptied what felt like a gallon of semen into her.
She swallowed it all, and as I watched, I could see my sperm spreading out into the slime that made up her body. What’s more, she kept going, manipulating my cock with her mouth in a way I hadn’t thought possible. My legs shook from the effort as my abs tightened, and before I knew it was happening, she had drained every last drop from my body.
I panted as she finally released me, and I stumbled backward a few steps. My whole body was tingling from that tremendous moment of passion.
“You taste great,” she said and smacked her lips together as she met my eyes. “Are you pleased with my performance thus far?”
“Yes,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “That was… that was the best blowjob I’d ever had. I didn’t even know something like that was even possible.”
“Well, there’s a lot more I can do,” she said as she lay back and spread her legs. Then she slowly ran one finger up and down her delicate folds before slipping one inside, and I found I could see the finger penetrate deep inside her.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” she asked while beckoning me forward, and somehow, I was already hard again. Hell, harder than I had been before.
“Somehow, yes,” I said, gesturing at my cock while I ambled toward her.
“Yeah, that’s a trick of the trade.” She smirked. “Slimes secrete an enzyme that let our prey stay hard all night so we can drain them dry.”
“Well, that’s certainly better than a little blue pill,” I said as I climbed on top of her, and as I teased her entrance with the head of my cock, she moaned. “Because I plan on making this the best day of your life.”
“Oh, it already has been,” she said as I continued to tease her, “I’m ready for you, so put it in, please.” She met my eyes. “I need you.”
“Oh?” I asked as she began to buck her hips toward me, but still, I denied her. It was hard to do because all I wanted to do was plunge inside her, but somehow, I still wanted her to work for it. “How much do you want it?”
“More than anything,” she said, and before I realized what had happened, her legs were wrapped around me and pulled me inside her slick folds. I felt the sticky warmth of her ooze envelope me as I slid inside her to the hilt. Then little slime tentacles within her began to stroke my length as I started to pump inside of her.
“Oh, it’s so big!” she cried, and she reached up and wrapped her arms around me. “Never stop fucking me.” As she spoke, my entire body was lost to the sensation of the tentacles within her as I watched my cock stroke in and out of her.
It was almost too much, and after only a few minutes, I felt myself start to spasm.
“I’m about to cum,” I cried, and she grinned up at me.
“Give it all to me,” she replied and wrapped her body around me more, and as I realized that nearly the entire length of my lower body was within her slime, I came with nearly monster truck force. The orgasm racked my body so hard that I cried out, and as I saw my seed shoot out inside her and begin to spread throughout her warm body, she spasmed too.
“I’m cumming!” she cried, and the sensation against my still-sensitive cock made me buck even harder. Somehow, someway, I shot off again in her, which made her cry out in pleasure.
“That was amazing,” I panted a few moments later, and despite the fact I’d cummed three times in less than fifteen minutes, little me was somehow ready to go.
“No. You’re amazing.” The slime girl grinned up at me. “And we still have the whole night to go.”
34
“T-that was amazing,” the slime girl said when we were finally spent. The room smelled like sex and not a lot else, and honestly, part of me wondered how they were going to clean all the cushions. “I never knew it could feel like that.” She looked over at me while one of her hands casually played with little me. “You’re amazing.”
“You were pretty great yourself,” I said as I stared at the ceiling, and while I knew I should care about other things, I just didn’t. Maybe I would tomorrow, but oddly enough, well, I was sure everything would be okay. I mean, sure, the quest might be difficult, but at the same time, my level and abilities seemed to be appropriate for the challenges I’d faced thus far, and I had utter confidence in Queenie as well. “Truly top notch. I think you’ve ruined me for normal girls.”
“And you’ve ruined me for all other men.” Her hand drifted between her legs, and she stroked herself. “I can still feel you.” She grinned at me. “Still want to feel you.”
“I’m glad,” I said right before she kissed me again, and as we broke apart, I gave her a smile. “I know that once we leave this room, we’re going to have to stop the Hobgoblin King, but I’m really liking the idea of spending more time with you, um…” I paused. “What is your name, anyway? I don’t think you ever told me?”
“I don’t have a name,” she said matter-of-factly.
“You don’t have a name?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “How do you know…?” I trailed off as I tried to figure out what I wanted to say.
“Slimes don’t really have names.” She shrugged. “Getting to be a named slime in my world is a big deal because you become much more powerful.”
“Really?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at her. “Is it the same for other creatures? I mean, I have a name.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. Names in your world are common.” She smirked. “In ours, not so much…”
“That’s interesting,” I said as I studied her carefully while making a mental note to ask Morlaon about his name and how he’d come by it. “Is it because the rules of my world are different?”
“That is a very complicated question, Otherworlder.” She smiled at me. “Because the answer is ‘sort of.’”
“Oh.” I stared at her for a moment. “What would happen if I gave you a name?”
“You would do that?” she asked, and the glee in her voice made me flush with embarrassment. I mean, it still didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me, but if it made her happy…
“Of course.” I looked her over. “So, you’re a slime, huh? What’s a good name for a slime? Like, should I name you after a powerful demon or ancient goddess? Or does it matter?”
“It only matters that the person who grants the name thinks it is a good name.” She nodded at me. “Name me whatever you
think of when you see me.”
As I stared at her, I had a million names run through my head. Lilith, Sekhmet, Asuka Langley Soryu from Evangelion, Britney Spears, Princess Leia from Star Wars. And none of them seemed to fit quite as much as the name I saw in my head when I saw her.
“I want to name you Jane.” I smiled at her. “Would that be okay?”
“I think it is a great name, but why have you chosen it for me?” She looked at me, hopefully. “That is the most important thing.”
“Well, here’s the thing…” I scratched behind my ear. “When I was little, I remember watching a movie called A Bronx Tale, and in it, there was a girl who was the prettiest, most amazing girl ever. Throughout the movie, the boy kept wondering what her name would be, that it had to be something crazy and exotic.”
“And her name was Jane?” the slime girl piped up, clearly pleased.
“Yes.” I nodded at her. “And since you’re the prettiest, most amazing slime girl ever… well…”
“I understand. Your name pleases me.” She did a little shimmy of joy before holding her hand out to me. “I’m Jane, pleased to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Jane,” I said as I shook her hand. “I’m Garrett.”
I’ll be honest, I spent the next little bit enjoying her company before heading down to the breakfast hall, which reminded me of one of those Moroccan restaurants with the belly dancers, only the belly dancers were penguin girls. Don’t ask. It’s as weird as it sounds.
Still, the food was quite good, and after filling my stomach with greasy, roasted meat while Jane ate what seriously looked like eighteen pounds of porridge, we headed out.
Thankfully, it seemed like the rest of my party had made it in okay because as we exited the breakfast hall, I found Queenie and the musicians right outside the door, and from the look of things, they were trying to eat their way through what had to be their weight in taffy and assorted candies.
“You need to try this, master,” Queenie tried to say around a mouthful of the chewy green stuff. “It’s sooo good.” She gave me a pleased twitch of her antennae before stuffing a brightly colored red gob into her mouth and smiling, which was also when I realized the candy had stained her teeth bright red, so she looked like a demoness.
“Try the lemon ones,” Morlaon said as he reached into a huge sack and retrieved a pair of yellow candies wrapped in wax paper and offered them to Jane and me. “They’re my favorite.”
“No!” Queenie squealed as she leaped to her feet and smacked them from Morlaon’s hand like he had been trying to offer us a live snake. “Do not! They are so sour they will make your cheeks suck in like this.” She sucked in her cheeks, causing her lips to bulge forward like a fish. “It’s terrible because it washes away the taste of all the lovely sweet things.” Her multifaceted eyes narrowed as she looked right at the goblin. “Why, I should flay you alive for even thinking to offer it to master.”
“They’re my favorite.” The goblin sure had moxie because he met the ant queen’s eyes and didn’t back down until Jay looked to me to intervene.
“I don’t mind sour things,” I said with a shrug, “but honestly, I’m more of a salted licorice fan.”
“You like licorice?” Jane, Queenie, and Morlaon said in unison. “But it’s terrible.”
Even Jay nodded in agreement, and somehow, that hurt worst of all.
“Really?” I said as I looked at the silent goblin. “Why you gotta do me like that?”
His look said very clearly that, “I don’t agree with you, but I’ll try to help you out.” Only, as I watched him toss a piece of licorice into his mouth and chew twice, his face filled with agony. He spat the offending candy onto the ground and then began wiping his tongue with his hands before glaring at me like this was my fault.
“Whatever,” I said with a laugh as I reached into the bag and pulled out a piece of licorice and popped it into my mouth. “More for me.” I chewed the piece, and as the flavors floated over my tongue, I had thoughts stealing bits of fennel while my dad sauteed it with garlic in the kitchen.
“He does seem to enjoy it,” Jane said, and it was then that Queenie truly seemed to notice the slime girl. The ant queen’s antennae twitched a couple times before she bounded across the space between them, and then, before anyone could even react, she leaned in and licked Jane’s cheek.
“You taste like master,” she said as she leaned back on her heels, her eyes in concentration. “Why?” Then as if the word made her think of the answer, her eyes widened in shock. “Did you mate with him?”
“Yes,” Jane said, rather unashamedly I might add.
Only Queenie wasn’t paying any attention to the slime girl because she was quite clearly staring at me, and as she did so, I saw her clench and unclench her hands.
“Master,” she said, forced calm in her voice. “Is this true?”
“Uh, yeah, I--”
“And was it satisfying?” Queenie asked as her eyes flicked to Jane. “Tell me the truth.”
“It was,” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Good.” Queenie let out a breath of relief. “If it hadn’t been, I’d have had to destroy her for giving you a bad experience.” She turned her attention to Jane. “Thank you for performing the sex act well with master. He is very special and deserves to be treated as such.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Jane said, her cheeks flushing a bit as she looked over at me. “And trust me, I want nothing more than to give him more special attention.”
Queenie said something, but I didn’t hear it because I was too busy looking at Jay, The look on his face very clearly said, “Can you teach me this power, oh wise and benevolent one?”
Oddly, Morlaon had a similar look on his face.
“Then it is settled,” Queenie said, and as I looked to her, I found her and Jane were now both staring at me. “Assuming it is okay with master?”
“Assuming what is okay with me?” I asked, clearly having missed something important.
“Queenie wants to give you a special reward once we defeat the Hobgoblin King, speaking of which…” Jane’s face hardened. “We have much to do to prepare.” She spread her hands wide, and as she did so, her arms kept stretching, her slime expanding to at least a couple of yards wide, then they looped together and merged to form the almost exact shape of the city’s walls. The message was clear. “There are not many warriors here, and given the state of our walls, it is unlikely we can hold them off in our current state.”
“Well, I have a few ideas about that if you want to hear them,” I said, and when they nodded, I began to lay out my plans. When I was done, Jane looked at me dubiously.
“I do not think we have the manpower for such an endeavor, Master Garrett,” she said in a way that made me think she wished it wasn’t so.
“Oh, we can get it done, right, Queenie?” I looked over at the ant who gave me a nod.
“I believe it is within the realm of possibility, master.” She met my eyes. “I believe you can do the things you say you can.” Her antennae twitched. “I will have the ants begin harvesting the wood you have asked for.”
“Good,” I said as I clapped my hands together. “The Hobgoblin King arrives in three days, and we need to be ready.”
35
Queenie
Master had given me a nearly impossible task, but I was sure I was up to it because if I were not, master would not have given it to me.
Though it would take a while, I would get it done. And then master would be so proud of me he would give me a bunch of cake, and sugar, and then a cake covered in sugar.
“Most honored ant queen, are you daydreaming?” one of the strange laborers who had the head and feet of a duck with a body like a beaver said as he came up to me. “Because you look like you’re drooling a bit.” He tapped the side of his beak. “Right there.”
“Queens do not daydream, nor do we drool,” I said with a glare before holding out my hand. “And you know better than
to speak to me without offering tribute.” I waggled my fingers. “Give.”
“But it’s my last one,” he grumbled before pulling a grape-sized piece of raspberry candy out of his turban and handing it to me.
I happily popped the candy into my mouth and sucked on it while looking at the strange creature clad in far too many colors to be really practical, even for the denizens of this town. Then I bit down on the candy a bit and ceased to care much about his dress as the raspberry flavor danced across my tongue. It was strange. Before I had come to this world, I had never even had candy, and now? I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. It was just another benefit to having a master as amazing as mine. I got lots of candy since he had made his new woman order the town’s folk to give me a never-ending supply.
It was glorious.
“So,” I said as I shoved the rest of the candy into my cheek with my tongue, “what do you need, Abdul?”
“Great and powerful ant queen, I need some more workers to help with the trees.” He turned his weird body and pointed toward where he and the others of his kind were busy building some kind of dam, only there was no river to dam up. “We need many more sticks.”
“Why are you building a dam?” I asked as I arched the ridge that would be an eyebrow if I were human. “That is quite literally the last thing we need.” I gestured at the field where my ants were busily digging holes. “You’re supposed to be making spears for the holes so that when the enemy rushes the field, they fall inside and get stabbed to death.” Then I made some noises to illustrate their agony.
“We’re not making a dam,” he said, but from the way his cheeks colored, I didn’t believe him. “We’re, um… just storing them that way for processing.” He nodded. “Then we will gnaw down the ends to make them pointy for you.”
“I’m going to allow this charade to go on for exactly one more hour, after which I expect the spears to be ready.” I waved him away. “You will have more trees.” Already I was commanding some of the soldiers to bring the trees we’d cut away from the edges of the town so that the enemy couldn’t easily scale them and fire arrows over our walls.
