Cithrel

Slime Girl With Benefits

A Lesbian Monster Girl Erotica

Copyright © 2021 by Cithrel

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Contents

1. 1. Kindling

2. 2. Refuge

3. 3. Ichor and Shame

4. 4. Shy Snow

5. 5. Shyer Water

6. 6. Reclamation

7. 7. Witnesses

8. 8. Eternity

9. 9. Return

10. Cover Art

11. About the Author

12. Also by Cithrel

1

Kindling

A handful of lanterns lit the underground library, just out of reach from potential kindling as light and shadow traded places across the amber space every so often.

The grinding of paper grew with each step, twitching Janara’s ears while she tiptoed through a row of dusty shelves. Her heart skipped a beat as she peeked around the last shelf.

Another elf!

There he was, sitting with his dusky face buried in an even duskier book. His hair was a tad darker than his skin, and his long ears dipped and rose with each breath. Oh, dust elves. A rare sight since their purge, but her kind wasn’t a common sight in the desert, either.

She closed her eyes. Years of training had granted Janara a gracefully toned body—the standard for elven beauty. Was that not enough? Snow or Dust, at the end of the day they were both endangered elves, and Coveners too.

There was only one way to find out.

Brushing her pearly hair back, she held a breath as she passed the last shelf and into the line of fire of countless voices.

Must have been a book club or something. Damn it, why did the table have to be so full?

Her steps cracked against the stone, louder than ever, and one of the figures across the dust elf pointed. Soon, the whole table had set their sights on her.

Janara blinked as her hands balled into fists, thankfully hidden by the robe’s long sleeves. For a moment, the lanterns’ crackle dominated the atmosphere.

“Wow, I didn’t know we had another elf! Can I sit with you guys?”

The snow elf forced a grin as a chorus of yeses and yeahs greeted her, her heart thumping like a drum. Two empty spots and one was next to him. Was it really this easy?

Robes hid her quaking legs as they lifted across the bench. The cramped seating was not made for Coven clothing, a small price to pay to get this close to another elf.

The rest wore their hoods up, and darkness obscured their faces. Introductions echoed around, the words missing her as she turned her head to face him.

Then, a voice broke through, matching his lips. “…Alsindor, part of the summoning division. You?” His book dropped onto the table with a thump.

Red eyes pierced into her gaze, but what was she getting so worked up about? The terrible lighting masked the obvious blush on her tanned face, and her baggy robes hid the shivers, right?

The snow elf’s ears perked up. “Janara… also summoning…!”

“Oh? Must be in the other one.” Alsindor’s short hair shifted as his face leaned against his hand, his smile nearly melting her. “So, what’s your familiar?”

Of course, the Coven’s only other elf would make it as hard as possible for her. “Eryss… a slime.” At this rate, she was going to turn into a slime too. Sweat trailed down her neck as she fidgeted with one of her long ears.

Alsindor did the same, rolling one of his eartips between his fingers as he frowned and looked around the room. “You… don’t keep her around?”

A voice came from across the table. “Dude, who keeps a water familiar up in the desert?”

“Hey!” Alsindor pointed across the table. “I do demons, not slimes, okay?” His frown turned into a cute pout, then he crossed his arms on the table with a slam.

“C’mon, I’m not even in summoning and I know that!” said a different voice.

The first voice began to laugh. “More like dusty elf!” More laughter joined in, and their fists almost collapsed the table. “You sure you weren’t a diversity hire?”

Another voice joined in. “How many bit-the-Dusts are even left, anyway?”

“Vultures…” Alsindor sighed, raising his opposite arm, and planting his frowning face into his hand. Fingers grasped his temples as he shook his head.

Janara’s jaw dropped, and her vocal cords tensed, but no yelling came. Her pupils jittered between the hooded figures and the dust elf as she put a hand on her chest.

Then, her eyes and heart stilled, and she drew in a fresh breath. It might have been a troublesome, embarrassing event for the dust elf, but for Janara, it was something else.

“Alsindor, I’d be happy to teach you everything about slimes,” she whispered into his ear. Steadying her breath, she moved a hand towards his shoulder as her lips curved. “Are you free—”

A shelf-sized silhouette broke out of the blurs in the corner of her vision, and wind flourished Janara’s hair. Metal cracked against the cobblestone floor as she turned her head to the noise. It tucked a massive book under its arm, and blackened robes kept its build unknown.

“Did you idiots forget this is a fucking library?” Behind the two elves, a female voice boomed across the group. The rattling of the table legs against the floor was all she could hear. “Leave or shut up.”

Her voice was unmistakably demonic, and an unfittingly pink ribbon adorned one of her horns.

Amber eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning the group, eventually coming to rest on the elves. Then they rested on Janara. Her slitted pupils and frown throbbed quickly with each heartbeat as the snow elf pulled her hand from Alsindor.

“You’re in my spot,” Her hoof cracked against the floor as her hulking spade-tail from behind waved back and forth.

Janara’s pale blue eyes shot up, meeting hers, and she gestured across the table. “Just take the seat over there.”

A snap of the demon’s fingers faded the book into nothing and she crossed her arms under her chest. The demon’s ashen-violet hands balled as she glared at the snow elf.

Glancing down her own body for a moment, the snow elf snapped back up with a blank expression.

Alsindor was firm as he rose and stepped between the two, forcing the succubus to step back. “Lucretia’s a bit… stubborn.” Towering over him by a few heads, it looked as if she wanted to strangle him as well. “Demon familiars, I know, right?” He gave a weak chuckle as his head darted between the two.

Was it something in the air?

The snow elf’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to Lucretia’s form again. Their robes were more or less identical, but the demon’s had little slack compared to hers. A thorough investigation of the succubus’s chest and waist explained everything.

Janara traced her hand across her elven torso. Beautiful as they were, it was no secret that their bodies tended on the petite side. Slender and athletic, she was no exception.

Other species had more dimorphic bodies, and plenty passed Janara on her way to the library. She had given their physiques little thought.

How was this any different? The snow elf shook her head. Succubi looked like that by design, to steal mortal souls. They specialized in targeting males, right? So why did she feel so—

“My eyes are up here.” The demon’s voice made the two elves jump.

Someone else… Please be someone else…

A lone snicker from behind ambushed Janara and her vision bounced back up as a rumble traveled through her back.

Blessed were the library’s terrible lighting and the Coven’s robes. Her legs felt heated as she squeezed them together, and her cheeks were flushed. Whose idea was it to build a library underground anyway? What a terribly sticky, hot, and musky place to put one.

“Alsindor.” Lucretia wickedly grinned at the Dust and pointed a finger at Janara. “Tell your boyfriend to stop staring at my chest.”

Janara blinked.

Then, more snickers cracked behind the snow elf, and her face tensed as she grit her teeth. The two elves now shared rosy faces, all for the wrong reasons. Janara widened her eyes and mouth and threw her arms into the air. “Excuse me? I’m very much a girl!”

“You sure about that? The evidence falls a bit… flat.” Lucretia put a hand to her mouth, giggling as her chest bounced and swayed. With premeditation.

That broke the floodgates.

Terrible, terrible sounds crashed through the library. Even with her palms pressed against her ears and fingers in the holes, it was all Janara could hear.

Alsindor ran his mouth at Lucretia as he shook his familiar back and forth, or at least, tried to. As for his words, the chaos and her hands drowned out whatever he wanted to say. Not that Janara had any curiosity left, either.

Shelf after shelf flashed past the snow elf’s eyes as she stumbled into a sprint.

The exit… Where was it…?!

2

Refuge

Shimmer Canyon.

To some, its towering cliffs and carcasses served as warnings, but to others, they were landmarks on a road home. A road to one of the last havens for monsterkind.

Only monsterkind. Death was the only destiny that manifested here for those unwelcome. Too bad for the humans, but they had enough places to live, honestly. Couldn’t they just leave this one place alone?

Long was the trip back to town, and the grainy winds sharpened by the minute. The sand tinted her once-white garb and stung her skin. A minor hindrance to returning to her dwelling, even for an elf of snow.

Her yearnings for the northern tundras and mountains had muted over time. Mostly. This was her home, now and forever, and the joys and pains of desert life were just that—part of life itself.

Maybe one day she could go back. Back to the glowing, ribboned skies that stretched for miles. Back to the pale mountains and tundras with slumbering chills that desert nights could only tease.

That day was not today.

The same jagged boulder passed her on every trip back home, and a tight crawl between the rock and the cliff wall put her at the entrance of a cave. Footsteps grew wetter as the rough sands transitioned to a soft mossy carpet, and the winds dulled to a murmur.

A dainty hideaway that was used many times before for weathering the weather. It never lost its luster.

Droplets echoed along the rusted walls, water trickled in and out of the porous pools, and a waterfall was heard, but not seen. Beaming from the ceiling’s cracks, light refracted off the mist into vibrant hues.

The air was mild and cool, reminding her of a long-forgotten place as she approached the largest pool in the center. The light was strongest there, and soothing eyes stared back from the basin, breaking with the occasional ripple.

What a perfect place to relax.

“Aaaargh!”

Scrunching her face, the snow elf whipped her desert garb into a glistening wall behind her with a loud crack. Grains of sand littered the air, and her panting drew her into a coughing and sputtering fit, overtaking the cave’s song.

Stupid, stupid! What a waste of time. Trying to court him with a full table?! What was she thinking? Gods, that was pathetic. Humiliated in front of all those Coveners. Humiliated in front of that cute elf. All she had to do was wait. Wait for a moment when he was alone, without that demon bitch around, and then make her move.

She was so aggressive too. Were they fucking? They were definitely fucking. It was a truth that succubi enjoyed lying with their summoners the most, and an unspoken one that it was not entirely one-sided.

Typical that he’d choose flimsy pleasures over the consummate. Path of least resistance and all that. It was all about looks, and as graceful as Janara was, her mortal figure just couldn’t compete with the supernatural.

Sighing, the elf rubbed her temples. A dip in the pools, a nice chat with Eryss, a nap, and then another chance tomorrow.

As her mind went to work, she squatted next to the edge of the pool, extending her hand and focusing on the palm. A magenta orb gathered into existence, and she gently lowered it in. Water swirled around the desiccated nucleus, molding into a bubbly and thickened fluid that pillared out the pool’s surface.

Eryss’s core.

It centered itself within the growing sea-green mass as her head and torso formed. Then came the legs, meeting at the water’s surface, and concealing everything below the thighs. No matter the body of water, she always managed to smell like a crisp lakeside breeze, to no complaints from her summoner.

Slimes, snow elves, and deserts. Janara chuckled as a rounded face began to form in the watery mass.

A single mass defined her hair, running down her back with some parts fused to it and some not, splattering against the slime’s glassy skin every so often. Gurgling through her torso and head, fluids tided between the two areas with the nucleus in tow, redirecting the sunbeam that shone on her everywhere, adding to the harmony.

With a body that answered her every beck and call and an endless amount of material, Eryss was… resourceful. Large featureless breasts jiggled with the sensitivity of water, while her defined waist, hips, and belly stayed taut to her otherwise bubbly form. Runny globs littered her membrane, but it did little to reduce a figure that would make even a succubus blush.

Definitely not Janara though. Nope. Lucretia might have made her feel funny with her bouncy… personality, but Eryss was a pure being, who was only to be gazed at for meditation. And appreciation, like an elaborate fountain. That’s why the elf never asked her to tone it down.

Nothing wrong with admiring excellence, right? Even if it was another woman’s body. Beauty was power after all, and Eryss just looked so… mighty.

“Umm… Janara?” The slime’s silken voice sent tingles across the elf’s ears.

“Sorry, there’s just been a lot on my mind today.” The elf exhaled as her slime nodded.

Janara blinked and shook her head before staring into her familiar’s eyes. Unlike the rest of the sea-green body, her eyes—irises and all—matched her nucleus, the glowing pigments in each swirling around like miniature whirlpools. The elf faintly grinned at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it.”

Eryss’s face lit up, and her lips curled up as she flowed towards the rocky edge of her pool. One fluid arm leaned against it as the other churned the water.

A shiver ran down the snow elf’s spine as she rose, and a rush of perspiration spilled down her leg into the vegetation. Toes scrunched the moss underneath, drawing out moisture as if it were a sponge.

Maybe woes amplified the desert heat. Her bra was damp, and her underwear dripped with sweat as she flung both into her dusty pile of outerwear.

Only pale tan lines covered her body now, but the snow elf bore no blushes—they had bathed together countless times before, and in this exact same pool, too.

Summoner and familiar kept eye contact as Janara dipped into the water with one leg before her body followed in with a splash. She let out a heated breath as a chill swaddled her body, and its pulse fell with the dusty coating.

Slightly warmer waters brushed the elf’s skin as the slime floated closer, and with her sore back and elbows against the mossy rim, Janara closed her eyes.

“Okay, where do I start?”

3

Ichor and Shame

Stalactites dripped and dropped, pools sloshed and gurgled, currents shushed and gushed, and the sandstorm whispered and cracked as the last echo of the snow elf’s tale dug into the earth.

Janara sunk into the water until just her eyes peeked out from the surface, blowing bubbles with her nose. As usual, she had spared her slime no details, and the frigid water did wonders to put out her face’s fire. Her slime’s nucleus danced from side to side, as if it were searching her soul for an answer.

“He clearly likes you.”

Janara rose until only her chin touched the water, her eyes fretting around as Eryss did while the library replayed in her mind. That cute smile, and the small talk they had… It wasn’t like he shoved the snow elf away or anything. And he didn’t laugh nor look too pleased with his demon’s wordplay.

“Maybe…”

Damn those other Coveners, though. Filthy vultures. Greeting her like that, only to turn on her at the first sight of blood. Their faces, clothes, and voices were unworthy of her memories. What did they know about elves, anyway? Operating outside of the law, it was no surprise the Coven would attract such people.

She almost smiled, but the events ran through her again. Eryss was a large part of her life, and there was no doubt Lucretia played a similar role for Alsindor beyond the presumed superficial. So it was with summoners and familiars.

“If only I met Lucretia differently…” That succubus had to have known the elven situation and Janara’s intentions from the get-go, and still, she went for the throat. “Was it really the seat?”

“Seems like a case of jealousy.” A few droplets fell from the slime’s chin as she spoke. “You are threatening to take her favorite food away. What would she do if you two got together?”

“Eat to her heart’s content?” Janara rolled an ear between her fingers. “I’d be willing to share… somewhat. Not that I was going to explain to her that in front of everyone.”

“A private meeting ought to give you the peace you need.” One of Eryss’s clear hands dabbled with her glob of hair, and plenty of ooze dispersed into the water. “Why don’t you follow them home next time?”

“And if they don’t appreciate my stalking?”

“That’s where I come in.” Eryss’s eyes glowed and she flashed a wicked grin, as Janara did the same but with a frown. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. On him.” The slime winked at her as their innocent expressions returned. “As for his succubus… We’ll see.”

“Really? You’re the best!” Goo splattered everywhere as the elf lurched at the slime for a hug. Running down her back, the syrup was faintly warm, as was the slime’s membrane squished against the elf’s chest.

“It’s the least I can do for my favorite summoner.” The slime hugged her back, smothering the small elf with her hefty form. “It’s nice to see what became of the future, and besides, that lake was really, really cold.” Eryss shivered.

It’d be a while before they’d be called to the hideout again to execute their plan, but just the hope soothed the tragedy. Some of it. The scenes still played over and over in Janara’s head, splintering into countless timelines. What if she did this? What if she did that? Would it have played out the same?

“Ow!” A wince broke her thoughts as the slime’s hands ran over a few purplish spots on her back.

Eryss’s body swelled as she spoke, bubbles popping atop her head. “Bruises! Did Lucretia—?!”

“Blemishes from training. Clumsy me fell a few times.” Chuckling, Janara turned her back to the slime. “See?”

“I could have spotted for you, you know? Selfless elf.” Eryss sighed as she pressed her gooey chest against her back. “Hang on, this will sting a little.”

They’d hugged before, but it felt so… different this time around. Sure, it was slime, and Eryss didn’t mean it that way, but Janara still shivered as the breasts coated her back in mild heat.

Was Lucretia just as big under her robes, too?

The living liquid began its flow through the elf’s gaps to her front, and the slime’s heartbeat too prodded those parts. Some parts more noticeable than others, and Janara’s chest raced as her jaw clenched.

Fingers and magic were pittances compared to this. Good thing they weren’t facing each other, for blood stirred in her face.

And elsewhere.

Coating every part of her inner thighs, the goo rushed over something far more delicate, and her mind couldn’t help but concentrate on it. Its hairlessness left it at the nibbling and grazing mercy of Eryss’s heartbeats.

Every pulse grew a familiar sensation from within, and it slowly drew out of her.

It soared higher and higher, and the elf’s muscles grew tense and her nipples firmed into nubs. Electricity arced through her ears. Thoughts converged amongst a spinning world as Janara’s breath threatened to burn a hole through her hand.

“Aieeeeee!” Piercing teeth and palm, Janara’s squeak was loud, echoing all over the cave.

The elf’s athletic thighs wrung the water from the mass between her legs, only for her fluids to quench it once more like an obscene water cycle. The slime offered just enough resistance to stop the elf from collapsing right there into a moaning pile.

Part of the ooze around Janara liquified for a moment before it climbed and clung to her body again. “Hey! I haven’t even started yet! Surely giving that dust elf a good view on all fours is worth a little pain.”

“I’m… ready now.” She wasn’t, and her slime’s little quip didn’t help either.

How much sweat and fluid did the Janara spill into Eryss, and how did the elemental not notice? Closing her eyes, the elf swallowed a knot of drool and steadied her breath.

Slime flattened against the crease in the elf’s back as Eryss dug thousands of tiny watery blades cut her skin. A sharp pain followed her stray blood on the way out, yet, it felt rather nice, like a modest acupuncture session.

The stress on the elf’s skin released as Eryss began to bond flesh and slime with a tingling sensation. Then, in a blink, it was over, her body made whole again.

Eryss flicked one of the elf’s ears, extracting a flinch. “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Yeah…” With the surgery concluded, the gel tying Janara thinned out, and she submerged herself again, shlicking off Eryss and slipping away. She resurfaced, back rested on the edge of the pool.

Running a hand across her trembling chest and face, she sighed at the lukewarm feeling, before smiling at Eryss. “Fully relieved!”

Her echo subsided with the pool’s waves, and the resident song of the cave returned. The air remained guilty with the all too forgettable tinge of a lonely night, but only for those who noticed such petty things.

“I’d imagine. Orgasms are rather relieving, wouldn’t you say?” The elemental smirked.

Those like Eryss.

The elf’s face stained with blood once more as her back straightened against the padded rock. “Hey! You were rubbing against me a lot, okay? And, I was… congested.”

“I can tell. Usually, you taste much milder!” Ichor and shame swirled and bubbled within Eryss for a moment, before dispersing throughout her translucent body with a fizzle. “Aah, delicious.”

Janara had watched Eryss digest plenty of wines and syrups before, but watching her elven fluids become part of the slime’s body felt strange, in a way that sent a tingle through her loins.

Then, the slime submerged as well, and the pool rumbled as she spoke. “You were ogling my body back then, as well. Did that succubus awaken something in you?”

Those like Eryss.

“O-Of course not! You’re just very… soothing to stare at, that’s all. Like a fountain. Besides, can’t I admire a fellow lady’s physique?” Pouting, the elf twisted an ear as her eyes gazed into the water.

Forming into a familiar face, the water gazed back at the elf as the slime rose, liquid taking its time to trickle down her figure. The two were now closer than ever, and Janara could feel the heat coming off of Eryss. Or was it hers being reflected?

“I can taste it in your sweat, blood, and juices.” Eryss put a hand on the elf’s hot, shivering chest, making her jump. “Look at yourself… Just my touch can make you melt.” Giggling, the slime dragged the elf’s hands into her own, engulfing them.

Janara’s dancing eyes were wide as they immersed themselves into those of the slime. Her lip quivered as teeth clattered from behind.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it with such a cute and tasty elf like you…” Eryss smiled. “Don’t give me that look. If Dusty can have his succubus, why can’t you have me?”

Janara blinked and swallowed.

“Erm… you and I… are…” Janara’s voice squeezed to a whisper, and the elf wrung the slime’s hands. “We’re both… umm… you know…?”

“Sexy monsters in need of relief.” Eryss leaned closer, splattering her bubbling breasts over the elf’s tight chest. “You like my body, and I like yours. Isn’t that all that matters? Besides, don’t you want to learn how to win Lucretia’s favor?”

Another tingle.

Small bubbles emanated from within Eryss, traveling to and popping on every surface, and the air began to thicken with an aquatic aura. The slightly teasing scent clung to her lungs and mind, replacing part of her worries with… something else.

Eryss looked more inviting than ever. Gods, what an indulging body she had shaped for herself. Tuned like a succubus and maybe even more than that—its equivalent in flesh would have magnetized the eyes of every man and woman in Stygia. Yet here she was, pressed up tight against Janara.

A dainty little elf. Fawned over by such a powerful being.

Alsindor was probably hatefucking Lucretia right now. Screaming at her. Berating her. All while filling a lifeless womb unworthy of his seed. Multiple times, probably, without any worry of germination. Calming and gorging himself on merciless pleasures that only a supernatural being could give…

So why was Janara so reluctant to do the same? Ruin her chances with Alsindor if he found out? A depraved dust elf would probably find a depraved snow elf more alluring, not less. Sharing lewd tales with knees over shoulders… with their familiars watching, or even… helping out.

It was only fair for the elf to indulge in her familiar as well. No, not fair. Necessary. The scuffle in the library left her just as denied and on edge, and she needed to be calmed and gorged, too. Grinding on her slime was enough to melt her, but she wanted to be thawed.

Sighing and with her heart racing, Janara stared down their connected chests. Goo drowned her silken skin on the way down, alternating squeezes and pulls onto sensitive parts she didn’t know existed and dripping her into Eryss’s body.

A mere scratch of the surface did all that… Yet they weren’t even close to done. Her mind whirled at the possibilities, and at last, her voice caught up.

“You’re right, it doesn’t matter…”

4

Shy Snow

How was she so good…?

A few paces from the pool, the elf laid flat on her back, legs spread. The moss soaked her shoulder blades as the scent in the air grew. She had been naked in front of Eryss before, but it was never this… exposed.

Offset by a head, their fronts were sandwiched together, sweat and slime alike mixing in the seams. Their lower halves diverged as Eryss’s stretched into the half-emptied pool, her membrane pulsing as she took in fresh water.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, you know?” As her syrupy hand played with Janara’s ear, Eryss resumed her licks at the elf’s neck.

Shlick. Shlick. The noise shivered her, each one leaving a balmy residue across her skin.

Alongside that, heaps of calming goo weighed down on the elf as gravity pressed Eryss down on her, making it hard to move, not that she wanted to.

Then, a particularly rough lick forced a moan from her slit lips, and her hand skimmed to the slime’s head, its fingertips digging into the slippery membrane. The other applied pressure to a gooey hand that rested at the elf’s side. For some reason, having both hands occupied made the sensations all the better.

Another moan and Eryss lowered her head, her tongue tracing its way down to a nipple, circling the slight elevation on the elf’s chest. Soon, it grew hard, and Eryss latched onto the nub, giving it a few teasing sucks as her shapeless hand did the same with the opposite breast.

The slime began to pull her head upwards, stretching the elf’s breasts into small tents, and turning her moans into cries. But they could only stretch so much, and a pop freed the pair eventually, leaving two red marks on her chest as evidence.

Lowering again, she skirted over her belly button, before her tongue crossed the creases that joined hip to thigh. The cries from before became giggles as her tongue dragged its way to her mound, and the slime planted a sloppy kiss there.

Then, she kissed lower, hitting a special spot, and the feeling radiated through her loins as a heated trickle ran to her rear with a gasp.

“Can I?” Eryss’s tongue ran across her gooey lips.

Janara stared down her body. A shiny blue-green tinged trail coated her from top-to-down, stroking and squeezing her skin as if it were alive. The covering was so shallow, yet it weighed so heavily on her, and in more ways than one.

And there Eryss was, snuggled between her legs and close enough for Janara to feel the chill of her membrane. Soon she would become even more acquainted with it.

Janara nodded.

The frosted organ made its maiden lick from the base of the elf’s slit to the hardening nub on top, draining the come that gathered within her folds. The elf’s hands scrunched the sticky moss at her sides as her hips shivered from chill and heat alike.

Another lick repeated the motion a tad deeper, and the tongue’s animated surface became apparent. Then it rested flat against her entrance, and she was made to feel every whirl, especially across her clit. Her body rewarded Eryss with a soft moan and a helping of come.

Globules of elven come drifted from the slime’s head into her torso, absorbing into her core. It was a strange and oddly thrilling sight, and Janara couldn’t help but watch as the fluids assimilated into the slime’s form and scent. In turn, the slime’s body warmed and darkened, and there was no doubt Eryss enjoyed her taste and aroma.

Swallowing, the elf tapped the slime’s head.

Yeeeeesssss…? A voice seeped into her mind.

Janara made a goofy smile at her. Can you… umm… go deeper…?

Answering with a giggle, the slime pressed her face harder into Janara’s inner thighs, mashing her tongue into the entrance. As the pressure increased, the membrane seeped in, and the elf’s abs flexed in response.

The throbbing continued even after the slime’s tongue came to a rest. Eryss’s heartbeat drummed through her form, matching Janara’s as the goo pulsed against the elf’s walls. Meanwhile, the lazy swirling from before vortexed as the organ grew within her. Then, Eryss began to move as well, pumping and twisting the animated tongue in and out.

Trying to make sense of the new sensations, the elf rested her head on the vegetation, immersing herself in the cave’s ceiling.

To boil her existence down to her femininity would have been a grave ignorance. Eryss was a best friend, irreplaceable partner, and perfect confidant who understood, appreciated, and cared for Janara so much; it was that that made this perfect. And by coincidence, she also just so happened to be a woman.

Not that it was to be completely disregarded. Eryss certainly knew the ins and outs of her body, more than any man would have…

A spiking pleasure on her clit broke her thoughts. It was something thin, like a finger or tendril, and it penetrated deep into her nerves as it circled the nub from base to tip. Small as it was, it reflected the same motions of Eryss’s tongue that brought her to a melting point.

The tongue’s texture was grainy now, and each of its thrusts hit her perfectly, shivering her waist and streaming out juices to such an extent where some had to leak out of her, unabsorbed.

Gods, the heat was unbearable… No one had ever done this to her before, either. Was it common courtesy to give a warning or something?

As a tingling sensation took over the back of her head, Eryss’s voice bubbled in her mind. “Let it all come out… you deserve this…”

Free to bask in the pleasure, Janara closed her eyes, imagining the scale of the monstrosity that filled her insides as the deluge pitched Janara’s moans higher and higher. A familiar itch stewed through her ears, and she held her breath as her grip wrung goo out of the vegetation.

A final thrust ground against everything within her, vulnerabilities and all.

“Aaaaaagh!” Her voice bounced in the cave for what seemed to be forever.

Fever crested from her knife-ears, torrenting down her body in waves that grew stronger with each pulse. Her body rippled and writhed against Eryss, wringing the gooey visitor as it fought to stay where it belonged.

At the same time, her elven hips bucked into the air, repeating the membrane’s kiss against the sweetest parts of her flesh until her hole collapsed. Muscles wrung the ooze within the hollow tongue, coating her insides and inner thighs in a brilliant glow that left her gasping out drool.

Then Janara’s back arched against the floor as the elf’s thighs squeezed together. The contact crushed liquid out of Eryss until it bisected her into a puddle across the drenched floor. The slime gurgled as she blotted the elf’s missing fluids.

The rest of the slime withdrew from the now-emptied lake, joining the flood beneath the elf’s body as her heart glided atop Janara’s chest; it pulsed just as fast as the elf’s. Whereas the goo was warm, the nucleus was boiling, and any more would have cooked Janara. For now, though, it was just a pleasing heat.

Their difference in size had sparked lewd thoughts in the elf before, but now it was literally magnified. Goosebumps scattered across the summoner’s fragile skin as the formless goo lifted the elf a few inches off the ground. Her hands held the fist-sized nucleus tightly to her chest, and it seemed to pound even harder against her.

“That… was amazing, Eryss…” Janara’s first few breaths burned her lips. “Do slimes like being licked, too?”

The nucleus began to vibrate as the slime spoke. “Can’t say. I’ve never been licked before, why?”

5

Shyer Water

Their positions were reversed from before, with Eryss’s legs splayed out on an oozing mass and Janara’s head peeking out between her runny legs. As goo and flora cushioned her, the elf leaned closer to the membrane in front of her and breathed in the scent. It was not quite elven nor slime, but it stuck to her lungs all the same.

After a final breath, she dug in.

Liquid rippled around the contact as she kissed the slime’s barren crotch, but just their positions were enough to stir Janara. Hooking her arms around the slime’s thighs, she peered across her perfect figure.

So this was what Eryss saw. Janara wasn’t that nervous, was she? And there was no way her smile could have been that lovely…

Her tongue slithered across the slime’s skin, drawing the surface’s thickened sheen in. It held a hint of the sweet-earthiness of the cave’s spring mixed with a very noticeable elven tang, and she gave the taste a few swishes in her mouth before swallowing and returning to skimming her lukewarm membrane for more.

“It doesn’t feel like anything…” Eryss frowned. “Why must slimes be so… numb?”

Oh, slimes. Literal bodies of water with not a nerve in sight. Great for the outdoors, not so great for the bedroom. Janara sighed. There had to be something she could caress… something solid…

Oh.

It looked so tranquil as it moved and pulsed inside her! And when it was against her chest, it felt unbelievably fleshy and soft, too…

She blinked before her lips curled into a grin, and a few seconds later the slime caught her glance.

A tremor ran through her fluids, shivering her heart and quaking the ground. “D-Don’t even think about it! I could barely handle your hands!”

The ingested goo was like lava in her stomach as the cave spun around her. Outside, powerful winds crackled the cave, scattering debris into the other pools, and the sounds turned to mush in her ears. A shake of her head dispelled the curse, for now.

“What did it feel like?” asked Janara.

“A sharp pain… but there was a tinge of… something else in it. More would have…” Touching her hand to her chest, the elemental’s eyes shifted between the core under her palm and the elf. “I… I don’t know…”

“My tongue’s softer than my hands, you know. I’ll be really gentle on top of that, too.”

“What if it… ends up not being good?”

“Then I’ll stop and we’ll never speak of this again. How about that?”

“Also… I don’t taste weird, do I?”

“You taste fine, stop worrying! Relax and let your bestie take care of you, okay? You deserve it.”

Eryss nodded with a sigh, and the slime began to loosen around the elf.

The elf waded through her until their waists aligned and only her head and neck peeked out of her. Janara’s hands held the core ever so gently as the elf’s body twisted so she could lay on her back, this time sharing the same space and position as the slime.

Resting in the slime’s cleavage, her eartips sunk into the breasts at her sides, and her legs floated within her thighs and the pile of goo below.

It was hardly the strangest thing of the day, being snuggled up against Eryss like this. But as much as her selfish side wanted to drift off, there was still a job to do.

Janara rotated the orb in her grasp. Its dormant state was dry and rough, but now, it was so… fleshy, especially with her full attention on it. Deep grooves littered its surface, and it throbbed as she wrapped her fingers around it.

Dragging the core through their mingling fronts, the foreign texture ran across the elf’s torso and belly, leaving shivers and bumps in its wake.

Plenty of fluid leaked from the heart, much warmer than the rest of the slime, reminding her tender abs and breasts of its path. As Janara circled the organ around a hardening nipple, Eryss gurgled and murmured, and in turn, the elf’s pussy radiated with desire.

The core shlicked off her chest as she brought it to her mouth, causing a groan behind the elf as she peered closer. A tendril linked the orb to the lumpy film edging her neck, and despite its size, it was surprisingly heavy. It smelled stronger as well.

But would it taste stronger, too?

Janara tapped her tongue against a crease on the core, and the slime’s body nearly liquified as the elf heard an uncharacteristic cry from Eryss. In a flash, the fluids clotted and she reformed.

The elf turned her head to the side. “Are you hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no… It’s just been so long since I’ve felt like this…” Her arms moved in under the elf’s, fusing to the slick on her chest and neck as they wrapped her for support.

Another deeper lick vibrated the core as her tongue dragged across its surface, and the slime’s body echoed its movements. The secretions glued her tongue to the core, and Janara’s tongue grew sore quickly, but she fought on. The liquids at her surface drizzled as her insides fluttered around the elf. As she shivered and dripped into Eryss, their grunts matched.

Watching the once-calm Eryss melt in both body and mind swaddled Janara with a fiery naughtiness that transcended the physical as goo squeezed the elf with every lick she made. Meanwhile the thought of climaxing with Eryss—her very first as a slime—raced her filthy heart.

Keeping one hand on the core, she lowered the other to her mound and stroked her hardening nub in tandem with her licks. Slime began to rise and sink between her legs, layering her entrance in sticky fluid, and her fingers smeared it over her entrance clit. Her fingers had never moved so fast before, and soon the goo-aided rubs drove her pussy into a clenching fit.

Eryss’s motions, but not her voice, diminished with every lick until her liquids stilled and Janara started to prod her tongue between the nucleus’s folds. Spreading the wrinkles with her thumbs, her tongue thrust deeper than ever into it.

Recalling the slime’s work, she twisted in the narrow space, spreading the essence around her tongue. The fluids grew sweeter and muskier the deeper she went.

“Aaaaahng…” The elemental’s groan tingled her neck and ears.

The folds’ squeeze grew stronger as tastebuds and flesh scraped against each other, and her mouth began to fill as fast as she could swallow until some had to overflow down her chin. Moments later, nothing. No more dripping, squeezing, nor any sounds came as the slime’s fluids stilled.

Any more and they would have spilled right there. But she had a more perfect idea.

Janara paused her licking and touching as her thoughts wandered through the bliss. The touch of her fingers was enjoyable, sure, but even with the lubricant, it was always the same smooth feeling. But the core, on the other hand, was different. It was firm like elven flesh, yet its surface was littered with an alien bumpiness. A soft and slick bumpiness that piqued her tongue.

Maybe…

The string of spit and slime connecting the tongue and heart broke while she dragged the slime’s organ down her body. Her skin had absorbed some of the slick from before, enhancing its already luscious feel. As she rolled the core over her clit, its syrupy heat pounded into the nub with every pulse, curling her toes.

Up and down. Up and down. Janara ran the heart against her slit, aided by their combined juices.

Ecstasy demanded more ecstasy, and the elf’s hand soon became a blur. The feeling churned within Janara, and her hips pushed back, doubling the sensations against the core. Saturating each other in their juices, elven come and sweat floated to the gel’s surface with each graze.

Flesh and slime quaked in unison as both bodies boiled from within. Liquids vibrated at the slime’s surface as goosebumps once again covered Janara’s arching form. At the same time, a fever blanketed the elf’s senses, and everything around her grew faint.

Aside from what mattered.

Caresses, pulses, and shivers. They were felt perfectly, and a familiar feeling swirled in her. Gathered in her. Scorched in her. Until…

“Aaaaaaaaagh!” Their cries weaved together, down to the last echo.

Then, the fluids beneath the elf thinned, sinking Janara into Eryss with a splash.

Much like their voices, the slime’s membrane traded contractions with the elf’s pussy as it stroked Janara inside and outside. It embraced the elf to her core, and touched parts Janara didn’t even know could bring pleasure.

A tensing elf leaked into a tensing slime, who in turn leaked into the earth. The shamefully-inclined might have found this to be symbolic in some way.

Seemingly over, Janara’s muscles began to relax, only for a cry to follow the membrane’s clench one last time. It squeezed her mound and rear, and ooze gushed between her resting fingers.

There were two places the slime could go, and of course, it chose both. The elf’s cry soon followed Eryss’s as the fluids pressured her holes.

Just the thought of having both of her entrances taken was… interesting. It would have required two other people normally, but here she was, experiencing it with one. It was a depraved thought and yet, that depravity swelled her with a pleasure she had never felt before; a grimy pleasure that only the filthiest of humans could think of and enjoy.

And prude elves like her, apparently.

Another stronger pulse traveled through the slime, and it bored into her two separate insides for the first and second times. The heated bodies of liquid kneaded the thin wall between beginnings and ends. Pushing and pulling. Squeezing and rolling. Again and again. Her legs crossed as her body twisted and arched, and the elf’s scream dominated the cave all over again.

For a second.

“J-Janar—Aaaah!” Eryss spoke physically and mentally as a solid mass vibrated at the deepest part possible inside the elf’s pussy. “My core! You’re—Eeee! Squeezing it! Take it out! Please…!”

Sounds of not bliss, but of pain. The voice stung the elf’s mind, and the slime’s pleas echoed through her nerves, demanding that her muscles assist at this very moment.

Why wouldn’t that terrible ringing noise go away…?

It was so tiring, and so… dark…

6

Reclamation

Boundless and infinite was sentience, and summoners knew not to fabricate it, for they were wise and there was no need. The remains of any higher creature would do. From timeworn ashes to frozen husks, all were suitable.

And so, the Coven assigned her to do that very thing. Reclamation, as their fancy words called it. At least it sounded more refined than gravedigging.

It was long since she had snuck into the north, and longer since she could properly visit it. As a result, the crisp air was biting, even to her. Even with her heavy cloak. Even with all the manual labor.

Still, all her preparations were complete, and that was what mattered.

She gazed upwards at the flitting snow and grey sky. Water dripped from the sides of the narrow chasm, and ambient light stained the area with a deep blue. The depth of the wholly frozen lake was unmatched, where only the blessing of an earthen tremor could have granted her this opportunity.

There was no going back now, for whatever god or process they used allowed just one binding in a lifetime.

And there it was, the frozen husk in front of her. Looked like the Coven spoke the truth after all.

Only a particular kind of soul would do. Those who passed from age had reason, but no will, while beasts had will, but no reason.

What good was it to have a familiar who didn’t want to be alive? Besides, those who commanded from force risked the all-too-common murder-suicide. The Coven had a name for that too: conjurcide.

Her nails clicked across the corpse’s noose and heartbound arrow before they tested the ropes on her feet, bound to rocks.

Looked like the humans really wanted this person dead.

A flick of her fingers warped the body and its decorations to the splattered circle, and another flick floated her codex over to a gap in the lines. Her hand’s injury was fresh, but that did not stop her from placing it atop the tome’s pages.

Fo hrl sglmheg’i nbb, fnjd hrni iepb he anjl. The voice whispered in her mind, and her hand quickly pulled off.

The timing was rather strict. Too little of that voice and the ritual wouldn’t finish, whereas too much would have driven her mad. Good thing she’d attended those practice sessions.

Glowing, the circle’s runes coalesced onto the body’s fractured surface. After they dissolved, lightning echoed from the sky onto the body, flashing her eyes with white. Flakes of ice and water drizzled on her, and the air was sweet and pungent.

Burning up first was the noose and arrows, then the tied stones, and the husk followed that.

Withdrawing her book, she retreated a few paces up the sloped path. Water crashed against the frozen sides of the rift before ultimately settling, leaving a small pond to churn the now-ashen body.

No… Innocent… A feminine voice skimmed her mind.

The dust fused into the water and it thickened, grew, and molded into the shape of a woman roughly the same height as her. Light splintered as it hit the slime’s figure, and it pranced around the ice in a prismatic array. Soon, bubbles entered her mouth, popping at the top of her head as she gasped for air.

“I’m… alive?” gurgled the slime. The voice was muddied, and Janara could barely make it out.

“How do you like it?”

Like the water around them, the slime’s motions were frosted. She peered at a flat hunk of ice before tilting her attention to her glassy hands. Then she cracked. Scrunching her face, a terrible noise began to shudder the summoner’s ears.

Drip drop. Drip drop. The walls preserved that sound for what seemed like forever.

Sentenced to an early death for witchery. Surely that was someone who would have wanted to stay in the realm of the living.

Or did the Coven lie? Did she wrong them in some way that warranted death? A simple ‘no’ would have worked, too…

“H-Hey!” Water stained her cloak as she stumbled through the swallows to approach the slime. Within, she drew a dagger from its sheath, eyeing the creature’s core. “Don’t cry! I can reverse the—”

Her teeth and vocal cords grit as two slushy arms wrapped around her, the chill piercing straight through her clothes to her flesh. A wise person would have recoiled back.

So, of course, she did not.

“T-Thank you…!” The slime’s voice was breathless and strained as she pressed her body into the cloak’s opening, completely soaking the front of her clothes. “I thought it’d be dark and cold forever…”

Clang! A powerful shiver released the summoner’s grip from the knife, and both turned to it, eyes widened.

The slime tensed and lurched backward until her back flattened against the ice. “What were you planning with that knife?!”

“Self-defense.” She picked up the dagger and sighed. “You looked… distressed.”

Drifting back up to her, the slime ran her hand across the knife. “It looks… different.” She shuddered. “How long have I been gone?!”

“It’s the tenth age. Third month, third day, to be exact.”

“Tenth?!” Her fingers ran through her head. “And the village?”

The dagger dispersed in the summoner’s hands. “If time didn’t take it, the war sure did. Uhh… I’m sorry?”

“Ah… so all those people…” Shutting her eyes, the elemental’s nucleus darted around within her body. Time passed, and a chuckle grazed the silence. “I-I’m grateful… to not share their fate.”

Grinning, she extended a hand to the slime. “Then… the Coven and I welcome you to our ranks!”

Perhaps it was a more appropriate gesture to someone more solid, but it felt right as their trembling hands met as best they could.

She pointed at the ascending trail and pulled the slime along. “Come. There’s no telling when this ice will collapse.”

With a shiver and a nod, the slime followed.

Long was the tread out of the lake, but longer was the summoner’s story to the slime. Cleansings. Great wars. Revolutions. The Coven. Everything. It felt weird telling the once-human the horrors her inheritors had gifted the world, but the slime regretfully understood and accepted her new loyalties.

Not that they were all bad. The Coven had a few good ones if one considered ‘good’ to mean not-genocidal. The slime was ironically ages ahead of them in that regard.

The light grew as the pair neared the surface. Not a cloud painted the sky as the sun beamed down, and the air was warm and inviting. As expected from such a remote place, her encampment was untouched.

The summoner stretched as she sat on the thawed grass, spreading her cloak over it, and a flick of her fingers sparked the darkened logs.

Her slime joined her, descending away from her to avoid wetting her clothes again, but no further than that. She eyed the ragged bedroll, fire, and… not much else.

“Umm, not to be rude, but your home is a bit… destitute.”

“This was just for retrieving you. We’ll be wading through human lands to get home.” Yawning, she pulled her legs to her chest and stared at the fire. “But we’ve a long way to go, so let’s rest first.”

The slime’s wintry arms reached toward the fire, and she sighed. “This warmth… It’s been a while.”

The pair soon grew drowsy despite their grins amidst sunlight. One hadn’t slept for what seemed like ages, and the other hadn’t slept for actual ages. The flame’s cozy veil only added to the exhaustion.

“I hope we’ll be great friends, Janara…”

7

Witnesses

Sandy howls swayed her ears as the black withered away. She ran a hand from her bare neck to her abdomen. All cool, and strangely dry, just like the ground beneath her. Rubbing her temples, the green and grey blurs in her vision began to come together.

Eryss perched at the edge of the emptied pool, facing away from her.

The memories crashed back into her with a shiver. A bad, terrible shiver. She had begged for mercy, and in the throes of pleasure, Janara had denied her in the most selfish of ways. A betrayal most foul, and to one who deserved it the least.

She couldn’t recall the last time they fought, either. If Eryss had a temper, she had never seen it. That worsened the dread as Janara looked around the darkened cave.

Rubbing a shoulder with the opposite hand, the elf grit her teeth as she dragged herself to the slime. The moss dulled her footsteps, but Eryss definitely heard.

Janara cleared her throat and rolled an ear between her fingers, and for a split second, the slime’s core froze. “Uh, hey, Eryss.”

“I’m not hurt. I just didn’t expect you to be so… dedicated. Sorry for ruining your nap.” Eryss stared down at her and shrugged. “But then again, you did ruin my orgasm.”

Drooping her ears, the elf exhaled. “Yeah, sorry about that…”

A goofy smile adorned the slime’s face as she drifted closer. “So… could we do it again? I’d also like to try some things. If it’s okay with you…”

Oh, Eryss. As variable as the water that composed her. It was no surprise that she ended up a slime.

“I’m all yours,” said Janara.

“Just stay right there, my cute elf.”

The slime flattened to the floor, intertwining with the moss. The layer pulsed beneath the elf’s feet until several masses bubbled upward, about the same height as her. Soon, a group of Eryss’s clones surrounded the elf.

Janara chuckled. “It’s not experimenting anymore, is it?”

“Would you prefer me to look like that elf?” said the slime on her left.

Then, the slime on the right spoke, ”Or maybe… an even number of both?”

“Right now, I only want my best friend. No one else.”

Nodding, the one in front of Janara moved closer, and the ring of coreless clones soon followed.

Being able to admire Eryss’s curves up close and so openly made the slime all the more irresistible. Better than that ungrateful succubus, for sure. And there were so many to admire, too, all matching the original that first made the elf curious.

The most arousing thing of all was how they shared the elf’s feelings so shamelessly. She couldn’t ask for more from a harem of her best friends. Just what did they have planned for her…?

Four red-tinged slimes overran her from all sides. The one in front wrapped her arms around the elf’s back, pulling their ample and modest breasts together and engulfing her front perfectly. The one behind also pressed into her, filling every lovely crease on her back.

While her breaths fogged Eryss’s face, Janara gazed into her unblinking eyes, their grins building upon each other as the core pulsed madly in Eryss’s head.

Flanking her sides, the two remaining slimes hugged the elf’s arms to their chests, grinding their featureless groins against her palms and fingers. Their heads leaned forward as their mouths swallowed her dagger-ears to the base.

While thousands of tiny tongues began to explore her ears’ creases, the Eryss at her rear kissed and licked at her neck. Her arms wedged into the front of the elf, embracing her just under her breasts.

For a slime, Eryss knew elven bodies quite well. Maybe humans liked to be licked in these places, too…

Janara’s lip was quivering, and the elemental in front simply watched with that same reassuring look. Suddenly, the side slimes pulled off of her ears with a smack.

“Aww, you’re making that face again, so cute!” The clones giggled in tandem.

Likewise, it was also adorable seeing Eryss break through her reserved nature. Today, Janara had witnessed more of that other side than ever before.

And what a beautiful smile she had! The elf had never been able to see it up so close before…

Janara?!

As the voice jumped at the elf through her mind, the laughing ceased, and all eyes were upon her.

Something cool touched her lips, for her head had leaned into the slime on its own. Eryss’s eyes were hypnotic as water dripped off her cheeks.

The elf jumped back as if she could still undo things, but a trail still connected their mouths, refusing to break.

And there were plenty of witnesses.

Their gazes danced in and out of each other, the two blinking as if they had caught something in their eyes. The two had eaten each other out with no reservations, but a kiss was… special.

The elf cleared her throat. “Umm… just rehearsing! F-for Alsindor, of course!”

“Oh, Janara… If you wanted to kiss, all you had to do was ask.”

Grinning, the slime squished their faces back together. The elf’s mouth was loose, and her gooey tongue slid into her easily. The tendril ran over her teeth and inner cheeks before snaring her tongue and abducting it into the slime’s mouth.

At the same time, the gel at Janara’s feet raised her until her mouth tilted down to the slime, sending plenty of drool through her lips to the slime’s. Eryss’s mouth squeezed the captive tongue between its roof and base as she sucked it dry.

Such a delicious little elf…

Her feet touched the ground again, and Eryss freed her tongue, leaving a syrupy coating on it, but their mouths stayed joined.

The slimes at her sides resumed their work on her ears as three more clones joined the pile. Two of them approached her sides, and their sloppy tongues ran across each one of her nipples, hardening them immediately.

And the last Eryss sunk lower into mystery until a peck on her clit revealed her role. Her arms wrapped across Janara’s backside as two other slimes lent their fingers, digging into her and baring her pink insides for all to see.

Drilling through the elven depths, the lower slime’s tongue flooded through her. Continuing to grow inside her, it stretched every inch of her folds more than any fleshed organ—tongue or otherwise—ever could.

A few laps against her inner entrance was all it took to turn her legs into jelly, and the Erysses thickened to support her, suspending her once again. Janara gripped at the ooze at her sides, which promptly morphed into hands for her.

Then, a new sensation emerged from inside. It was deep. Deeper than her fingers and deeper than where the slime’s tongue had gone before.

Prodding here and there, the goo ebbed and flowed right across the tight, delicate channel connecting tunnel to womb. Still joined, the elf’s cries floated through the slime’s mouth, bubbling over her core on their ascent, and Eryss moaned back into her. Only when they popped at the top of Eryss’s head did Janara hear just how loud she was.

Drool, sweat, juices—the ooze accepted it all, leaving her pure yet defiled body to writhe in the air. And Janara had an audience too. Watching such a pure elf be defiled before their very eyes.

Janara broke from her slime’s soothing irises for a moment as her eyes followed the core’s downward movement.

Oh, she was doing that thing again…

Wider than her entrance, the core pressed against her lower lips, spreading her to her limits until the mass slipped in. While her entrance relaxed, her folds gripped the slime’s organ for dear life as pressure built behind the orb, ready to bury it deep within her.

Muscle and slime drew the core into her depths, and flesh began to graze against flesh on its descent. Its rough surface hit her spots perfectly once again. As Janara drooled into Eryss’s mouth, she drooled back a sticky fluid, the mix coating each other’s tongues. The same happened inside her, and the juices inside Janara were as elven as they were slime.

Finally, the organ nestled tight against her cervix, sending more slime into her deepest part as the hole pulsed. Lightning shot through the elf, tensing her muscles as her walls stroked the orb, Mashing it against her insides as her body fought to hoard the alien mass and its delightful sensations.

Outside, the hands that once spread her open now merged atop a bulge in her abdomen. Caressing it, the elf’s tunnel resonated as the core burrowed even further into the hard flesh.

Temperatures matched, and their bodies beat as one. The copies’ moans harmonized with Janara’s as they too, started to constrict, freezing her motions. Not that the elf wanted to be anywhere else at that very moment.

A large bubble popped atop the slime’s head, carrying with it another cry.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!”

Janara’s ears dipped as not a drop nor sandy howl sounded in the cave. The core stilled within her as Eryss’s thoughts came to her.

I’ll be fine… Focus on your pleasure, and mine will follow.

The elf shut her eyes as she thought of the depraved scene.

An orgy of tongues polished her ears, nape, and pussy while the slime’s animated bodies took care of the rest. All the while countless eyes watched Janara act the lewdest she’d ever been.

Its movements visible even on the outside, the goo and core undulated her insides perfectly. Not just her sensitive spots, either. Every single part of the elf’s flesh was drenched so wonderfully in goo.

Externally, the ooze penetrated deep into the elf’s pores as their curves flattened against her figure. Arms, legs, faces, breasts, and everything else embraced her all at once in a writhing pile of body parts.

Gods, the feeling of their overlapped membranes against her skin was almost enough to make her come right there. Their heats matched too, maddening the elf with its slippery, clingy texture.

The elf’s ears throbbed with delight, and her muscles gripped at the mass inside her. Their bodies grew rigid as the slimes’ voices joined the elf’s in pitching higher.

Eryss cried first, nearly crushing the elf. Only the fluids around Janara’s head and neck stayed soft as the nearly-solid goo embraced the rest of her. Despite the pressure, it was strangely calming, and felt good in a pure sort of way, like a hug multiplied over many times.

This must have been how Eryss felt inside of her.

Bliss crashed into the elf next, and Janara tore her hands from the slimes’ frozen grips. They darted to the core Eryss’s back, running upwards and clutching the back of the slime’s head. Their faces pulled closer, and Janara began to suck at the slime’s mouth.

The core slime’s pupils dilated momentarily, before she too, leaned into the elf, forcing her way through the dancing mass of clones.

With a slurp, the slime’s sweet tongue thrust past the elf’s lips. Parts of it broke off, joining with her saliva, and she swallowed, filling her throat and belly with a familiar heat.

Desiring more, Janara’s tongue raked across hers, extorting more of her wondrous fluids. Then, desiring even more, Janara sucked at the tongue, wringing a deluge from Eryss, which was replaced as fast as she sipped.

A gooey heaven started to buzz within Janara, and her vision and the screaming voices waltzed and smeared around her once more. This time, however, she had been freed of guilt.

It started as a clench as elven fluids trickled from every single pore of her insides, managing a small descent before its capture by the slime. Then, the rhythms amplified, and soon her pussy began to tremble as it crushed and tore at the mass inside her. As her insides collapsed, the rest of her joined in, rippling the muscles within her abdomen and limbs as they followed the bliss’s path.

Finally, the membrane within her couldn’t keep up and come seared down her legs with a sticky, spiced glaze for the goop beneath to absorb as leftovers. The tang of elf became increasingly apparent on Eryss’s syrup as it joined with the sweetness, and Janara sucked harder on the slime’s tongue, loving how they tasted together.

Their scents mingled, steaming into the air as the slime’s skin boiled, and Janara’s breaths were deep—not from exertion, but because she needed more of that honeyed scent inside her.

Two on her ears, one on her nape, mouth, and pussy, and many more shapely slimes thrashed the petite elf against their viscous bodies, and the elf thrashed back. The slimes’ bodies melted together, becoming less distinct as their curves began to merge.

Their howls were long and loud as they caroled, giving competition to the passing storm outside.

With a pop, their kiss broke and parts of the slime’s tongue stuck to the elf’s teeth, disintegrating as it minged with her saliva, but remaining thick. Janara swallowed every drop.

The elf’s world started fogging and darkening at the edges, and the sounds of elf and slime muddied together so perfectly, echoing across grottos real and imaginative.

Before it all went dark, her pinhole vision caught the core Eryss’s delightful face, complete with a naughty grin, and Janara smiled in return.

8

Eternity

With her back against the dry moss, she roused to the cave’s familiar ceiling.

Eryss’s uniform eyes greeted her as the pair reached for each other, only for the elf’s tiny hand to have little to grab onto as the slime’s massive fingers curled around her body, slipping through the porous ground to extract her.

So this was what became of the clones.

The slime hoisted the elf to eye level, clutching her beneath the arms like a doll. Janara peered down from the considerable height, liking what she saw.

Gods… what was this feeling…?

Maybe it was her size. Towering breasts, giant hips, smothering thighs, and all the other hills and valleys… Janara had snuck glances at them before, but now there was just so much more to admire.

Or maybe it was the safety. Eryss’s hold was gentle as she stroked the elf’s hair with a finger, and the thought of such a powerful being treating her like this was calming.

Yep, it was both. And that slummy city’s slummy apartment could wait.

The something-some with the clones was fresh in her mind, as was the texture of her delicious core. What sinful things did she have planned this time?

Eryss answered with a lick of her lips and a noisy swallow. Then she raised her elven prey higher, tilting her head up and opening her mouth.

Such a delicious little elf…

She wasn’t even in there yet, but she still felt it. Fluids swirled everywhere in the toothless, throatless maw, ready to tease every part of her. As the hand brought her closer, the elf tugged an ear and gulped.

That tongue of hers looked especially soft and sweet, and its smaller form felt so good against her skin and insides back then. Now, it was as big as she was, and slipping closer.

First, it was her desire. The succubus cracked the closet’s door, and Eryss blew it open. Now, it was her self-preservation, dripping over the thought of being eaten by such a pretty and powerful slime. Maybe this was the real reason behind the elf shortage.

Of course, she wasn’t actually in danger, but that only made it hotter.

The tongue snagged a foot and dragged Janara from the giant hand into her lips. As strings of goo frayed off her back, the slime sucked on her leg, drawing the rest of her body in until just her head peeked out.

Not a part of her escaped the touch of the gel, and she could only watch through the glassy skin as that hulking tongue wrangled her body. With a smack, it clung to her chest, pinning her to the mouth’s base while it leaked to her sides.

The difference in size made the tongue’s wrinkled texture and pulses so much more apparent as they traced the elf from belly to neck.

With the elf captured, Eryss hummed as she worked the tongue’s base between the elf’s thighs. As the jelly vibrated over her folds, Janara’s arms and legs hugged the slime’s organ. A strange mix of moans and laughter left her lungs, and her limbs squeezed the tongue, choking liquids from it like a wet towel.

Like a second skin, the goo crept across her delicate muscles, moving in cadence with the slime’s song as her tongue worked itself into her flesh, where it continued its purr. Meanwhile, the elf’s heat diffused into the engulfing fluids, which returned it tenfold, swaddling her already-fevered body.

Her hips ground her flesh against the tongue as she held on for dear life, and the finger-sized bumps skittered past her clit over and over, flushing ecstasy from her entrance.

Shlick, shlick, shlick. Her cries followed that mesmerizing sound, gaining as the pair smudged each other.

Then a particularly rough thrust peaked her body, summiting her cries while her limbs hollowed the tongue against her. Elven juices trailed its underside as the tendril’s lumps burrowed into the elf’s folds, thrashing her nub.

Another rough thrust, another cry, and Janara’s figure collapsed as it peaked again. Her ears firmed and pulsed while her hips started working deeper, flattening the tongue’s stubs against her body’s creases as the tongue ground deeper. The tongue’s end lapped at her neck and chin, forming bumps over her.

And it just kept going at her. Janara’s eyes soon ran out of space to roll back into as her body laid limp in the slime’s mouth.

After the tongue’s motions slowed to rest and life returned to her, Janara held its tip to her face and kissed deeply, all the while inhaling that addictive, dizzying musk.

Then she freed it from her embrace, and it returned her a lick as the last blissful breath trailed out of her.

As her surroundings cooled, her heart and eyes slacked with a frost that shuddered her, but not from its bite. The touch reminded her not of the cave but of that frozen lake.

Birthed from its waters…

She’d been searching for something… anything, since that day. To assure herself that that place wasn’t just a dream conjured by her mind to stay lucid. And all along…

Not a peep sounded from the elf as the giant lips opened around her. The tongue caught her fall with a splash and she slid to the mouth’s bottom, a featureless dead end.

Or so she thought.

The tongue’s base crushed her against the back of the mouth, slipping Janara into the membrane. Goosebumps echoed across her body as fluid surged across its creases, forcing a bite of her tongue.

Hissing into her ears and binding her eyes, Eryss’s insides became the elf’s world.

After a brief descent, her body rebounded upwards some distance as the current dropped down on her. Gurgling from the touch, Janara could only watch as her breath fluttered away. Blood pumped inside of the elf and her muscles contracted, ready for fight or flight as the trance was cut short.

I oxygenated myself… You’re safe, breathe it in…

Ah yes, that protective feeling that made Janara throw herself at the mercy of the giant slime in the first place. Here’s where it came in.

But drowning to not drown… If only it were that easy.

Could slimes even synthesize oxygen? Did it come from the air or their slime? The carbon dioxide would also have to come out too, right? Could lungs even extract oxygen from a liquid? Water no, but what about slime…?

As her airway refused to budge, a different foggy feeling began to return.

The bad kind.

Focus. She needed to focus. The frozen lake. That trek back to Shimmer. And all those adventures thereafter. What was she so worked up about? Eryss spent the same restless nights as the elf studying slimes. And she was one, damn it!

Chapter thirty-four, yes that was the one… Military applications of the Aquam Viventem, section six.

A sudden squeeze slipped air from her mouth and nostrils and goo gushed in to fill the emptiness. Sliding down both channels, more bubbles left her with a silent cough as it brushed past her vocal cords. Then another. And another. Less and less came out and more and more came in with each choke until the exchange left her emptied.

It matched her temperature so perfectly, the weight being the only reminder of its presence as it rolled in her numbing lungs and stomach, swelling her belly slightly. Fog and fear began to fade as the liquid did its work with no actions on the elf’s end. Soon another fog began to take its place.

What senses did she have left? Light and sound blurred at this depth and the oversaturation blinded her nose and tongue.

Maybe sleeping in the cave wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Floating inside the membrane like a ragdoll, Janara felt it all, as if she were part of Eryss. The swaying of her membrane, the ebb and flow of her internal liquids, and the muted pulses of her core… somewhere.

And were her eyes open or closed? It looked and felt the same either way.

Then the liquid whirled across the elf, and she shivered against its thickness. They were teasing touches and Janara bore no resistance as Eryss explored every part of her. The elf’s heavy breaths at this point only managed to shuffle the inhabiting ooze.

Growing bolder, the motions descended on her body until they brushed across her clit and holes, drifting Janara’s arms and legs apart as the sensation built. A shimmy ran up the elf’s spine as the fluids started to trickle into both entrances, clinging to and climbing her insides.

The slime swept against her cervix, jumping the elf’s heart as she followed it up with a nudge. And another nudge. Then another. A final push forced it open and Janara twisted as goo seeped into her womb. It sloshed inside her with every little motion as it filled her to the brim.

The trickles increased into a surge as the flood laid claim to the last recesses of her body. Slime flooded her intestines and pussy, adding to the stomach’s swell on her rumbling belly. So heavy and animated, too… The blurs through the membrane rumbled as Eryss let out another hum.

That shivering feeling came to her ears again, but was she even close? Did she already come?

As goo swabbed her eardrums, Janara shut her eyes.

Like that, the buzzing goo between her clit and hood amplified. Just as strong were its effects inside her two holes. No need to find a woman’s melting points if everything was serviced equally, after all.

Fluids churned around her, some of which was certainly hers, and the flow stayed mellow, never ascending beyond that, but still…

It trickled in and out of her cervix… sloshing against her womb walls… swirling around her clit… and the odd but enjoyable feeling in her rear…

Minor events on their own, but combined they meant so much more.

What a dangerous slime… Her breaths were calm as she imagined Eryss’s perspective.

The feeling of having prey trapped within… Eroding said prey via an endless drip-feed of bliss… Feasting on every one of their subtleties and desires… All while her presence made its way into every one of her victim’s pores… to assimilate them into their predator’s dominion…

Willingly.

S-so would she become part of her as well? F-f-fused with her core? Or… or—

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa… The sound radiated in her mind for what seemed like forever, her snuffed vocal cords only managing silence as it tried to copy.

The world… everything… was melting…

From the tip of her ears, it trickled down her body in a bubbling tide before flushing out her holes in the same manner. No flails, no screams, no bindings, just a bliss atop an existing bliss as Eryss worked the stilled elf through the afterglow, and after that too.

Then the water reversed direction and the feeling retreated up her body, escaping through a gagged gasp. Back and forth, up and down, and side by side, the heat washed over her body from all directions, and every time she never knew where the next one would come.

It didn’t take long for Janara to come again. Over. And over. And over. And over. The lines between purity, edge, orgasm, and afterglow muddied into an eternal paradise.

Was Eryss’s core always in front of her…? And when did it become so big…? As her body curled over the heart on its own accord, she sank into its folds, and the sensation of two distinct fleshes began to fade.

It wouldn’t be so bad being fused with Eryss forever… Yes, Eryss… that would be the elf’s name now… A world without tears with every need taken care of, with her best friend… as her best friend…

That scuffle in that library… so meaningless in the grand scheme of things…

Umm… you know I’m not going to eat you, right?

I… I knew that… Can’t a lady enjoy her fantasies once in a while?

And the dream continued…

9

Return

Southern quarter, fifth district, building thirteen, door six…

From a fracture miles above, the dawn’s amber dripped down onto Stygia, painting silhouettes everywhere in the city grounds. Usually the place teemed with life—not a good sign for her timeliness.

“H-Halt! Elf, identify yourself!” The voice rallied through the barren streets.

With a jump, Janara dripped sand and water. Her feet rattled the road as she turned, face-to-face with…

Nothing.

A sniff dragged her eyes down to a pair of fluffy ears, matching the light brown of the short hair they protruded from. They laid flat for a moment before snapping to attention.

“Umm… My eyes are down here…”

Glasses adorned his humanoid face, both rounded, as a bushy tail flicked back and forth behind him. His hand shivered atop a sheathed knife at his slender body’s side and adorning his quilted armor was that telltale insignia.

Maple. Healer and envoy of the city’s protectorate. And apparently a graveyard-shifting guard. Guess the others were busy.

“S-Five-Thirteen.” Her whisper may as well have been a shout.

From a pouch on his back, a book flew and floated between the two. A wave of his fingers flipped its pages to a section near the end.

He frowned, first at the page and then at her. “Janara. You are ten hours past curfew. What is your explanation?”

“The sandstorm… I had to wait it out.”

“That ended six hours ago.”

“I… erm… overslept. You know elves.”

Sniffing the air again, his eyes tensed for a moment before relaxing. Winds muttered from above as his eyes darted back and forth between book and elf. Finally, he sighed.

“There’s been reports of increased Coven activity in the canyon. Try to be more timely next time.” His hand left his weapon and he smiled. “You are free to go. Stay vigilant.”

Janara gave a nod and Maple vanished as fast as he appeared.

Clack, clack, clack, her footsteps dominated once again.

* * *

Dusty, cramped, and hot. But where else could she get a proper sleep with both eyes closed and weapons forgotten? Elven blood fetched a hefty price in the human lands.

Not the north, not the heartland, and not even most of the Dust Province. There was literally no place like home.

Shutting the door behind, the elf pounced onto the bed. Its excessive creaks meant little to her as she drifted to black with a grin.

Maybe that dust elf lived here too…

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