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The woods around Plansect Village were always quiet. Especially when she wandered through. Not even the likes of the Canaan Sisters were willing to make much of a nuisance of themselves whilst she was around.
All were terrified of her. Rightly so, but she had no need to exert an intimidating aura. She just did so just by existing, by people knowing who and what she was.
But the humans and the weaker monsters were softening up to her. She meant them no harm, especially not now. And she could not really fault the humans, who had come to her aid when the war came to an end, trying to restore the damage done to her real home.
Plansect village was a peaceful enough place, especially now… but for Erubetie, it was not her place. It was a home of plant and insect monsters, and a number of humans now.
She belonged in Undine’s Spring. Alas, there wasn’t much point going there until the poison that traitor Bess – may she suffer for eternity – sickened the spring with was cleaned.
It would’ve been nice to have claimed Luka a week ago, but he seemed to know what she was planning. There was always the chance she’d get to at least enjoy him in the future… if Alice permitted it… but to have made him hers… that would’ve been nice.
She sighed at the thought, a rare occurrence for her as she ‘walked’.
Unlike many slimes, she preferred to form legs and make sensual gliding steps, though her mass trailed and slid across the grass behind her wherever she went, not unlike most slimes. Scintillating glimmers danced across the forest floor wherever sunlight past through her semi-translucent liquid body, constantly shifting and flowing with the mass of countless years of existence and absorbed consciousnesses.
It was… something she found herself regretting, now and then, but she also accepted it. Perhaps regret wasn’t the right word. Lamenting? Perhaps not all of those people deserved to die, but anyone who threatened her home or challenged her should have known the consequences. Still, maybe others were scared of what she might’ve done...
She paused for a moment. Never once before she met Luka did she ever think about such things. Now, she had found herself more… sympathetic, than previously. It seemed he had more of an impact on her than she was ready to admit.
One of the long, droopy ‘lengths’ of hair tugged upwards slightly next to her head, curling a little against her cheek, rubbing against the purple, heart-like mark that stayed visible on her slimy body, like the others across her form, always shifting, always reappearing.
Now she was even more disappointed in having missed her chance to claim Luka. That boy… barely a man, and he had this effect on her.
She wondered if any other human would be enough for her.
She continued onward, her blue eyes glancing at what few animals dared linger as she passed through. Perhaps, in time, they would not see her as a threat.
She didn’t want to be a terror all the time. Was that not a key part of coexistence?
As she contemplated this, she sensed something new. Her long, gooey tapered ears lifted, as did the dark blue, triangular ‘horns’ on the side of her head, more akin to goopy fins, reacting to this detection; t he presence of a human nearby.
That was curious. Humans generally did not come this way that frequently. Those who went to Undine’s Spring took a more direct route from Grand Noah, and others took the roads out of Plansect Village when moving or making trade.
There were no paths through these woods near the Spring save what animals made.
She moved to investigate, finding herself moving along a small stream, the water slightly foggy .
Eventually, she came to a break in the trees, around a small clearing. The stream formed a pond that dominated the left side of the clearing, continuing on to the right, though the current bore the water in her direction.
There, she saw a man crouched by the edge of the river. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, quite youthful in appearance with the barest of stubble clinging to his face from a recent shave, but she wasn’t sure facial hair would go a ways to making him seem that much older.
He clearly spent a lot of time in the sun, despite the fact he wore a simple b eige-coloured brimmed hat , his skin possessing a soft, healthy tan.
The rest of his garb was clearly meant for these sorts of forays into the wilderness; his dark brown boots were made of a thick leather, and his long pants were a heavy cotton, light brown in colour.
His pale off-white shirt was thinner, likely so he didn’t cook in the heat, but it was reinforced and covered in a thin layer of hardier material to avoid tearing.
A leather backpack was leaning up against a fallen tree trunk nearby, the bark covered in moss from how long it’d been there.
She couldn’t see his eyes from the brim of his hat, but his lower face seemed tensed in concentration.
He then reached down next to him, and pulled a small flask into view.
The top was unstoppered… and he poured the dark pink contents into the water, dispersing into the clouded pond.
Her eyes narrowed and a heat built inside her slimy mass. An old rage given refreshed vigour.
Humans may have been helping revive Undine’s Spring, were learning to coexist, she surely understood that during the nights at Plansect village… but it seemed some humans were still willing to show their selfishness, their disregard for the world around them, for their own petty goals.
She would at least make his death a pleasant one… though he might not see it that way at first. But she did not care about his thoughts, making the execution one of pleasure was the only mercy she was willing to extend.
And so close to Undine’s Spring… he deserved her wrath.
She dissolved into a formless mass of blue slime, surging forth and catching the man by surprise. His head tipped up and she saw his brown eyes, surprisingly gentle for a craven polluter, though now they were filled with fear.
Such a fetching figure, wasted on such vile acts. Once she dissolved him, maybe she’d figure out what his no doubt foolish plan was. And make an example out of him to others.
He was swept up in her mass, a panicked shriek escaping his mouth as he tried to struggle, but her blue slime rose up around him, squeezing about his body and holding it in place with burbling squelches , his ha t sliding off his head as a sheet of slime rolled over his scalp and the sides of his head, holding it in place, leaving it the only part of him currently not enveloped in cool blue slime.
A spire of slime rose out of the mass roiling around him, and slowly coalesced into the form of Erubetie, the Heavenly Knight staring down at him with cold, uncaring eyes.
He stared back with terror.
“I had thought there was decency in humanity, and yet here I find a man poisoning the water for whatever selfish aims he must have. Perhaps I cannot hope for humans to turn over a new leaf… not without culling the wicked from their number. Take solace that I will not make your death painful, human.”
She cast down her sentence, and started pulling him under, the man starting to sputter.
He managed to push his head back above her mass.
“W-wait… I’m not p-pl-pllub,” he sputtered, her slime managing to get into his mouth. “I’m not poisoning the water!”
“Do not beg to me, I saw what you did. You will pollute this stream no longer. Now be quiet, and die. And enjoy your final moments.”
With terror in his eyes, he saw his clothes starting to flake and deteriorate, holes forming in the materials, bits sloughing off and dissolving in her mass. His skin was not being touched, she was going to milk him dry first. And then she would melt him, her slime making it feel like ecstasy instead of agony. Even now, it was already starting to compress and squeeze around his more sensitive parts.
She could not tell Luka about this.
Still, the man struggled, and he again pulled his head out of her slimy mass.
“Please! I’m not polluting, I’m trying to do the opposite!” he cried, eyes practically bulging out of his sockets.
Once, she would have given his words no thought, and forced him down into her mass and made sure he stayed there.
This time, her pressure eased up, and she looked at him quizzically.
His clothes, though, were still melting.
“What do you mean?” she asked coldly, an edge to her voice like a blade to his neck.
“I-I-I’m testing the water! Finding ways to neutralise contaminants!”
She stopped dissolving his clothes, and pulled his head further out of her mass.
“Are you telling the truth? If you are lying to me, you will suffer for it,” she warned.
He tried to point with an arm, but it was still trapped inside her mass.
“It’s all in my journal in my bag! Please, I’m telling the truth!”
She cocked her head at him, and narrowed her eyes.
“… Stay here.”
Erubetie then let him go, leaving him to stand on the grass by the pond, residue clinging to his all-but-destroyed garments.
“… my clothes...” he whined as he looked himself over, Erubetie striding over to his backpack.
She sent a slimy tentacle forth to root around inside the bag, until she found a well-worn, leather-bound journal, pieces of paper and notes sticking out at all angles.
Her slimy tendril brought it to her hands, and she opened the book up, keeping her slime from damaging the pages as she flipped through it.
There was a great deal there, but she was already seeing numerous entries on various experiments… including the deliberate pollution of water. Albeit, in controlled circumstances; wooden tanks and iron troughs, whatever he could get his hands on to conduct his tests . Then he moved onto his village’s own waterways, already lightly polluted, and sought to find ways to clean the water.
Most of it was various concoctions and their effects on various forms of water pollution, as well as other methods for cleaning. Though the pages were quite cluttered with notes and the organisation was a little haphazard, everything was dated and recorded meticulously. Pages with important notes or observations were marked with paper tabs crudely stuck onto the pages, and it looked like the spine had been fixed in an ad hoc manner more than once.
This was not the work of a wicked man, and it was too passionate and meticulous to be a forgery to fool someone.
Regret at her assumption was seeping into her core, and she felt a sense of shame; how close she came to killing a man who didn’t deserve it, reverting back to her old ways.
Luka would be disappointed.
Was her judgement really so flawed?
She closed her eyes and snapped the journal shut.
“I must beg for your forgiveness,” she began coolly. “I reacted in haste and error.”
The man looked himself over, still dripping with some of her residue, looking over his ruined clothes. He seemed like he was past the initial shock, but his glance over to her was fearful. It stung Erubetie a little.
“I… I mean...” he muttered; he was trying to say something, but he seemed to be terrified that the wrong words would set her off.
She raised a hand.
“I thought you were poisoning this water and… I reacted. I thought to worst, and old pains came back up. And I regret my behaviour. I nearly killed you, when you didn’t deserve it.”
He nodded slowly, trying to hold together the tatters of his garb, but he didn’t seem calm yet.
Erubetie wasn’t good at this sort of thing. Emotions were… tricky.
“What is your name?” she asked. She thought that might have been a good place to start.
“Kincaid Pratt,” he answered, though he sounded like he was giving answers in an interrogation. Not the atmosphere Erubetie wanted.
She tried for a thin smile, but she wasn’t sure it manifested.
“Kincaid… tell me, why are you doing all of this? All the experiments in your journal, coming out here to… test,” she asked, handing him his journal, which he took cautiously.
His fear was understandable. She did just try to kill him. At least it would not have been an agonising death. But she shouldn’t have tried regardless.
Still, her handing over the journal seemed to relax him a little.
“Well… I heard about what happened with Undine’s Spring. And I’ve been working on this sort of thing for a long time now. I was hoping to perform tests on some of the local waterways. You can see this pond is a little cloudy. What I poured into the water, well, it doesn’t actually clean, admittedly, but it is low impact!” he quickly assured, raising his hands in a placating manner, acting as if he might have just set her off.
She remained passive, listening. Realising she wasn’t about to digest him, he continued.
“It was going to tell me what kind of contaminants were in the water. But it hasn’t reacted at all,” he said, glancing at the water, “so it’s definitely something else.”
He sighed, and waddled over to his backpack, trying to keep his clothes from falling apart completely.
“I wanted to help clean Undine’s Spring after I heard about what happened. If the spring feeds the local waterways, then maybe I could figure out how to clean the water in a more controlled environment.”
“Only the Spring itself was affected,” Erubetie explained, watching him. “And people from Grand Noah have already been hard at work cleaning the Spring.”
Kincaid’s expression seemed to fall, his shoulders slumping.
“… oh.”
It was a glum sound, matching his disheartened expression. The maroon-purple core inside of Erubetie’s head seemed to sink a little. Perhaps that was a little too harsh of her, he came with good intentions, despite her rash judgement.
“… but they may be happy to have assistance, perhaps you have knowledge they could use.”
His eyes lit up, his body straightening as he looked at her.
“Really?” he said with cautious optimism.
“First, we should go to Plansect village. You are in need of new clothes. I will acquire them for you, as an apology for… my rash actions. And destroying your clothes.”
He looked around nervously, and perhaps, with a bit of embarrassment; his modestly was largely secure, she had not focused on his groin immediately, but for a human, it was still quite unkempt and revealing. Part of his ass crack was visible from behind. And in general, he looked like a mess.
“Okay. I, uh, I have never been to Plansect village… could you lead the way… please?” he asked, still flinching under her cool gaze.
He was not someone with a heart of steel, she could tell that much. But… she did not have it in her, despite her many aggregated consciousnesses, to call him in any way pathetic. His fear was justified, but his behaviour was dangerous; more than a few monsters would claim him as their own regardless of his wishes. And some might devour him, despite what the Monster Lord wishes.
“Follow me, Kincaid. It is not that far.”
He nodded warily, slung his pack over his shoulders, and collected his hat, the only thing not damaged, and trailed after Erubetie, picking his way carefully since he was soon barefoot, his damaged boots falling apart along the way.
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Erubetie had to reconsider what ‘not far’ meant. It was several hours and the late afternoon before they arrived at Plansect village, and Kincaid was suffering. It was not far for her, but he was an ordinary human. They were much frailer than monsters, and did not take well to long barefoot treks.
It was a little unfortunate, really, she didn’t meant to push him so hard. But he largely kept quiet except to ask how much further they had to go on several occasions. He did not once complain, seemingly out of fear.
On one hand, Erubetie was pleased to not have to listen to him whine, not in a grating way at least, and that he demonstrated a sense of determination and grit.
On the other hand, his fear of her was still stinging, and she didn’t want him suffering quietly because he was scared she would hurt him in contempt.
She… didn’t want to treat humans like that anymore. A pang of guilt kept surfacing inside her.
The only way she could rise above it, was to forge connections with humans. Luka showed her that much.
Truthfully, she didn’t know if Kincaid would be of much use to the Grand Noah humans helping to clean the Spring, but she sensed a genuine spirit in him, she didn’t want to crush it so soon.
Her first order of business, though, was to find Kincaid a place to stay for the night, and find him new clothes. The first part was easy, the Plant Monsters had created a number of simple root-and-wood hovels for the humans to live in, along with the many tents human refugees brought with them during the war.
It created something of a visual clash; trees and nature and almost organic-looking mounds covered in great fronds with simple doors made of leaves, among leather and fabric tents and the occasional wooden cabin built by human hands, but the humans had learned early on to respect nature in these parts.
Especially since the Canaan Sisters were still around, more than happy to ‘punish’ criminals and destructive elements, human and monster alike, by devouring them. They weren’t interested in coexistence, but Alra Priestess couldn’t just kill them. Nor let them go. Instead, she played to their mercenary hearts and ‘employed’ them to make c losely monitoring the m a bit easier. Still, several times Alra Priestess had to intervene to stop them from consuming someone because their crime just wasn’t serious enough.
They had to settle with wringing the perpetrator out until they were unconscious.
For something as petty as an argument leading to a tent being knocked down.
Fortunately, the slimes also residing in the village had a few among them willing to nurse these victims, human or otherwise, until they were healthy.
Erubetie refused to interfere, deciding that Alra Priestess, as ruler of Plansect village, had to solve these matters on her own. But Erubetie was always ready to intervene if the Canaan Sisters went too far. And she was one of the handful of monsters they weren’t even willing to put on their characteristic snide attitudes around.
So it was safe inside the village itself, as most of the monsters, plant and bug alike, just wanted to live in peace after their own civil war and the war with the angels. And were getting along quite fine with the human refugees now residing here. More and more it seemed like Plansect Village was going to have permanent human inhabitants. A big win for coexistence.
Though when one human jokingly said they should call it ‘Plansectman’ village, he was quickly shut down by a Caterpillar Girl spraying his mouth shut with silk.
His fellow humans weren’t in a rush to help him either. It was a rather terrible joke.
All the same, that meant there were plenty of places for Kincaid to stay, Erubetie speaking with Alra Priestess, who directed her to a freshly ‘grown’ hovel with plant-like furnishings.
She returned to Kincaid, and led him through the village, though opted to take a less open route after she noticed he was reluctant… but still prepared to follow regardless.
Had she not noticed, she would’ve effectively paraded him through the village, and he already received a number of hungry stares from local monsters. At least before they saw who was escorting him.
To preserve his sense of propriety, not that it really mattered to her – she was effectively nude, and, if one wanted to think about it, displaying her sexual ‘organ’ in every direction, being a slime and all – she led him around behind most of the hovels until she brought him to the place waiting for him.
Inside, he sat down on a chair made of wooden branches seemingly woven together, rather than cut and sawed.
“Stay here, I will get you clothes,” she said… though admittedly, found herself thinking he would look nice without any.
An odd thought, for her. It didn’t surprise her much, but it was curious.
She left him, and quickly found a tent where a human woman had set up a shop of sorts.
The woman had always been a linen merchant, but after she had to flee her home, she lost her business. But luck found her, striking a friendship with both a caterpillar girl and a tarantula girl, whom supplied her with silk and helped her weave them into the odd article of clothes to sell. And apparently made her scream every other night.
Erubetie admired their form of coexistence, but was not interested in their sex life, as much as the tarantula girl kept trying to joke about to to embarrass the human.
Erubetie only wanted clothes. It was a quick affair anyways, the woman knew Erubetie wasn’t one for small-talk, and was probably slightly afraid of her like many others. That too stung a little, but Erubetie wasn’t going to pretend to be interested in something she wasn’t. Besides, if she made people uncomfortable, staying in their presence for longer wouldn’t help until they got used to her.
At least, that was her reckoning.
She was handed a set of light brown silken pants and shirt, along with bark-coloured leather shoes traded from another town.
Lacking any coin to pay the merchant, Erubetie promised to pay the woman back. The woman accepted without argument, not that Erubetie was the sort to exploit her intimidation factor to get away with such things. That was a human trait, and she didn’t need it.
She returned to the hovel, and handed Kincaid the clothes.
“Here. They should be your size,” she said.
“How do you know?” he asked as he unfurled them against his own body in measurement.
“I had you inside me, I know enough,” was her blunt reply.
He gulped, and blushed a little, a small noise escaping him.
“… fair enough,” he conceded, and went to put the new clothes on. Then he paused.
He looked over his shoulder warily, his face red.
“There’s not really a privacy screen in here...” he mentioned.
“If you wish for me to leave, just ask. I do not care if I see you naked,” she answered. Humans and their senses of propriety. But, out of respect, she left the hovel, simply ‘melting’ through the door onto the other side, startling a plant monster passing by moving on their vines.
A nearby green slime giggled.
Erubetie gave no heed and waited, until she returned and Kincaid was dressed once more, tugging on his new shirt and pants; they fitted him well.
“… thank you, miss...” he began, then trailed off in thought; he didn’t know her name.
“Erubetie,” she answered.
That seemed to make the blood drain from his face.
“You mean… one of the Four Heavenly Knights of the monster lord?” he stated.
“The Queen of Slimes, yes,” Erubetie answered. She then raised a hand. “Please… do not frighten yourself. I know we met on… unfortunate terms. I regret it, and I don’t intend to hurt you further. But you will only work yourself up if you keep fearing me. Truly, I meant you no harm.”
Kincaid didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he sat down on a bed made of layered ferns, jolting in surprise for a moment from how springy it was, and relaxed a little.
“I’ve never been more afraid in my life. Not even when the Angels had come to destroy everything. I was always out of the way doing my experiments, staying away from monsters. I’ve never been chased. And there I was, feeling my clothes melting away, wondering when my skin was going to start burning next.”
He shuddered. Erubetie refrained from correcting him that his skin would not have felt like it was burning; it would have been pure ecstasy, until he dissolved into nothingness. But she didn’t think it would’ve put him at ease.
She never really considered what it meant to be on the other side of her cold wrath, the fear. It wasn’t exactly a thought she was used to.
“Again, I am sorry. I am… still learning, myself,” she conceded, before turning away. “Get some rest; I will take you to Undine’s Spring tomorrow. You can offer what assistance you may to the people cleaning it up.”
She paused, before she left the hovel.
“… for what it’s worth, I hope you find a way to help. To be of great help.”
She then left, wandering away as night fell, ordering a nearby insect monster to bring Kincaid some food later.
She headed to her own home, a dome made up for roots and ferns covering a pool that had been dug out and filled, quite deep and crystal clear, kept clean despite being stagnant by the almost opaque, pale-blue slime woman who now resided in it alongside Erubetie.
Undine herself, the Water Spirit. Just by being in Plansect Village, the plant monsters especially noted a change in the water. It was more invigorating than ever. Erubetie hoped they didn’t get used to it, for it was a temporary accommodation for her and Undine and all the slimes. The Spring was their home.
Other than that, there was not much else inside the dome. She and Undine did not need much, being slimes. Furniture was even less of a thing for them than it was for the bugs and plants of the village.
Undine lazily cracked her eyes open, the aquamarine orbs glinting in the late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the gaps in the ferns covering the branch dome.
“You’re back,” she greeted. As soft and quiet as ever, not unlike Erubetie, though perhaps… gentler. Less cold.
The long, serpentine form of the Spirit swayed lazily in the water, though they were no snake, the occasional glob of pale blue peeling off and reforming back into their elongated, amorphous body.
“Yes… I did something foolish,” Erubetie admitted, slipping into the water herself opposite of Undine, her excess spreading out into the water, gooey tendrils snaking around to absorb any contaminants that might have been in the pool, but it was pristine.
“Has it anything to do with the human in tattered clothes you brought back here?” Undine asked pointedly.
Erubetie closed her eyes.
“I saw him pour some sort of substance into a stream in the woods near the Spring. It was already a little polluted, and I thought he was the reason. I… nearly consumed him,” she admitted with some hesitation. “He wasn’t, he was pouring something in to test for contaminants. In my anger, I judged him unworthy of living. Had he not managed to call out over my slime, I would have killed an innocent man.”
“You’re having regret. That’s not like you, Erubetie,” Undine noted with a slightly raised brow.
“I may have killed many humans in the past. I’m not blind to it, that’s just how my existence unfolded… all the consciousnesses I’ve absorbed, the lives I’ve lived. I’ve seen a lot. But now… now I feel that there is a chance for peace. So nearly killing someone has left me feeling guilty, you could say. I should have known better, but the anger I felt… it’s not new to me.”
“But you do feel guilty about it,” Undine reiterated. “And you listened to his pleas. You should focus on that development. You want to help make Luka’s dream of coexistence come true? Then you’re on your way there.”
Erubetie looked at Undine with a slight turn of her head.
“… you’re happy, aren’t you?”
Undine closed her eyes.
“I’ve always seen the good and the bad in humans. It was sad to see you consumed with only the evils of humanity… which we’ve learned, is not just humanity’s. Watching you open your heart to the good side of humanity, to coexistence… it does make me happy. I’ve hoped for it for a long time, but you had to make the choice yourself. You would have listened to your Monster Lord, but you would never have truly exercised coexistence. This is you wanting it. Luka has been good for you.”
Erubetie’s expression hardened slightly and she looked away.
“I suppose he did,” she conceded with slight grumpiness in her voice.
“Oh stop moping, Erubetie. You and I both know your idea of ‘coexistence’ a week ago would have had him trapped in your body for eternity as a semen pump for the rest of your subjects. All because Tamamo asked you to test him. If you want coexistence, it has to be meaningful, and not simply treating humans like cattle. As much as some of us would delight in that.”
Erubetie’s face scrunched in annoyance, but she said nothing, since Undine was right.
“Just trust that your heart is in the right place, Erubetie. I know it’s not easy for you, with so many voices inside you. But trust in that, and it’ll come to you eventually. You spared that human, did you not? Brought him back here, got him new clothes. You showed kindness.”
“I’m taking him to the Spring tomorrow too. I hope that he’ll be able to help… I think he truly means well,” Erubetie added.
“Good. It wasn’t easy for you to trust those Grand Noah folk into the Spring, but they have been making strides. If this stranger really means well, perhaps he will help with a breakthrough.”
Erubetie looked off in thought.
“Let us hope so.”
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The following day, Erubetie led Kincaid to Undine’s Spring, and left him by the entrance. She explained things to the human who was standing guard, and so Kincaid was allowed to provide assistance.
After that, Erubetie returned to Plansect Village, and went about her day. She had this nagging feeling that he was going to return disappointed and dejected, but earnestly hoped that he didn’t.
She didn’t really do much in the village, more or less milled about doing her own thing. Watched as humans were seduced by monsters, single humans at least – Alra Priestess had instituted a rule that was apparently spreading across numerous places where humans and monsters lived together, as a peace measure, where if a man had a human partner, the monster had to seduce and share both, so the number of already claimed men being flirted with was low – and secreted away to more private locations, to avoid bothering the other humans.
She spied the Canaan Sisters on the outskirts, consuming the remains of an animal they no doubt caught, apathetic to any humans that might have found the sight disturbing.
And she saw a conversation between a slime girl and a blob girl, the latter asking the former how she was supposed to deal with the fact the man she was attracted to would probably fear her if he learned of the humans she devoured.
The slime girl didn’t have many answers, other than to focus on the contrition the blob girl felt.
Erubetie pondered that; how many monsters were going to adjust in this new world? How many, like the Canaan Sisters, were going to refuse? How many were, perhaps, like her, and the blob girl, trying to find a place in newfound peace when their past may have haunted them?
Especially if it was only because they found themselves liking someone.
Erubetie sighed, hoping that blob girl found some worthwhile answers. Other slimes would have an easier time, as they did not consume the humans they caught, just their semen and sexual fluids, and most did not wring their human prey out until they died .
But the fact that was the case for many monsters in general meant coexistence was going to be a rocky path… especially if other conflicts arose, like land and nature management.
It was why she wanted to eradicate humanity if she claimed the title of Monster Lord in the past.
It was late afternoon when Kincaid returned, looking dusty, dirty, and exhausted. He also didn’t look particularly elated. But he didn’t look dejected either. He looked pensive, lost in reflective thought.
When he returned to his hovel, Erubetie followed, curious. And to see how things went.
He was startled to see her melt through the door as she always did, but at least this time, he didn’t seem as afraid.
“Hello, Kincaid,” she greeted.
“Hell… mistress? Majesty? Your highness?” he tentatively greeted in return.
Erubetie felt a strange tingle at being called ‘mistress’, but did not show it.
“You may call me Erubetie. Titles matter to me, but I do not place them on a pedestal.”
“Oh… hello, Erubetie,” Kincaid added sincerely.
He took off his boots and sighed, massaging his worn feet.
“How did things go at the Spring?” she asked.
Kincaid turned thoughtful.
“… a little differently than expected. The things I had on offer weren’t really useful. I spent most of the time helping them do what they were already doing. But… the man in charge looked through my journal, checked my methods. He said that while I wasn’t much help to them there, these methods could be great for more isolated places. Places far away from Grand Noah, where they lacked the same magical machines to do what they’re doing at the Spring. They use chemicals and alchemy too, but what I’ve discovered is actually better than what they use, so they said, don’t come back to the spring. Go out there, to the world. There are people who will help me get set up, and places that’d benefit greatly. It’s… something, to be told that your efforts, weren’t all in vain. That you might actually achieve something meaningful.”
As he spoke, his expression softened, and he allowed himself a smile.
Erubetie observed him, cocking her head slightly.
“Why are you so passionate about this? Why devote so much of your time and effort to finding ways to purify waterways of pollution?”
Her question was not mocking or disparaging. It was genuine curiosity.
Kincaid sighed.
“Because I believe the future of our world will rest with industry. Like what they’ve achieved in Grand Noah. The great things that will be built, the achievements! But all of it would be pointless if we just destroy the world in the process. I want to find a way for civilisation and nature to coexist, and where it can’t, a way to mitigate and repair the damage. We live in this world, we should be custodians of it. Science has the capacity for terror, and for wonder, and I believe we should do what we can to use it to keep on top of its own advances. Because I don’t want to grow old and find there is no stream in the world I can walk alongside because it has become grey and sickly. To see no trees in my city, to bear witness to what conflicts may come because we were not careful with our land. To say nothing of what some monsters will do, fearing the loss of their homes. Many are attuned to nature. If we’re supposed to be coexisting, then shouldn’t we take care of the world we share?”
Erubetie was genuinely lost for words. She had never seen a human speak with such conviction over protecting nature before. Especially when they supported the idea of industrialisation.
But the conviction in general was… familiar.
He sounded like Luka.
“I know it’s a silly thing, and an uphill battle, but I want this world to grow into something wonderful, and not poisoned.”
“No, it’s not silly at all,” Erubetie assured. “Difficult, yes, but what you dream of is noble. If more people shared your way of thinking… I don’t know what this world would look like. But I like to think it would be better. And hope that more people like you take charge of our future in this new era.”
Kincaid looked at her with a surprised expression.
“You mean that?”
“I do not lie. I say what I mean, and what I mean to say is… thank you, Kincaid.”
“Thank you?”
“For showing me that there really is good in humanity, from the most unexpected places. Excuse me.”
She gave him a small bow, and then melted through the door again. Before she left, however, she heard a quiet mutter from inside.
“Freaks me out when she does that...”
It amused her, the tiniest curl tugging at the corner of her slimy mouth.
She then made her way back to her ‘home’, and stood by the pool.
Undine looked at her with a raised brow.
“You seem excited,” Undine noted. To anyone else, both would’ve looked as passive as ever.
“Kincaid returned from the Spring. He didn’t have much to offer, but they said he could be of help where they of Grand Noah cannot. That his methods could be helpful in many places. And he told me what he wanted in life, why he was doing what he did. That he wants to preserve nature even as civilisation advances, so that they can coexist for all people.”
“Sounds familiar,” Undine remarked pointedly, smirking slightly herself.
“It made me feel… something. A sense of happiness, perhaps? That there are humans like Luka out there. But aren’t Luka. Different people, from different walks of life, focusing on different matters of importance. But that same kind of conviction. His journal was proof of that, he’d been experimenting and testing for some time. A scientist at heart, with a noble goal.”
“You like him,” Undine said with a to-the-point directness.
Erubetie tensed up, and looked away.
“… I wouldn’t say that,” she deflected. Prompting Undine to allow herself a rare giggle.
“Erubetie, if you like him, then you need to let him know your appreciation. You want to coexist with humans, yes? Then don’t close yourself off to them when they do things that make you happy, that you appreciate.”
“Is a thank you not enough?” Erubetie countered.
“Perhaps. Or perhaps you need to be more frank with him. Whatever you do though, remember; let your heart speak. Even you of ten-thousand minds.”
Erubetie cast Undine a look.
“I have not felt like one of ten-thousand minds of late… maybe that’s a good thing. All the same, I think I will take your advice, and be more frank with my gratitude. Thank you, Undine.”
With that, Erubetie nodded, and turned to leave the dome, pouring through the gaps in the branches that formed it, sliding her way over towards the hovel Kincaid was staying at.
She already had an idea of what to do.
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Undine watched Erubetie slip through the dome and leave, her excess trailing after her and merging back with her main body, leaving Undine to sigh and smirk ever so subtly.
“As long as you don’t accidentally kill the poor boy when you’re done, Erubetie. Have fun~”
Undine relaxed into the pool, her body melting slightly and spreading out into the water, confident Erubetie would hold back enough to not break Kincaid. Permanently at least.
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Erubetie was quick to make her way to Kincaid’s hovel, and once again poured through the door at its entrance, the interior lit by a series of candles along a branch just beneath the middle of the ceiling, a ‘leaf hatch’ propped open to let the smoke out and to limit the threat of fire.
Bug and plant monsters, and plants in general, were not so fond of catching fire. For slimes, only great flames were frightening, and for Erubetie, only the most calamitous inferno could really hurt her… and she could inflict so much worse.
Kincaid was sitting at a chair, scribbling in his journal, resting it on a small cupboard, one of the few pieces of human-made furniture in the hovel.
He seemed totally unaware of her presence. His awareness was the opposite of Luka’s, but Kincaid wasn’t a mighty hero with Angel lineage. He was just a man who wanted to do right by the world.
Erubetie appreciated that.
Kincaid then suddenly perked up, his head cocking in confusion. He turned around, and yelped when he saw Erubetie, placing his hand on his chest as he calmed himself.
“Do you have to keep doing that?” he muttered.
Erubetie found his flighty nature somewhat… endearing.
“I came to say thank you, Kincaid,” she said.
He eyed her quizzically.
“Thanks, but didn’t you already tell me this?” he remarked.
“I did, but I don’t think I thanked you as well as I should.”
She looked down, and allowed herself a small sigh in his presence.
“I have gone a long time hating humans. Once, I might have wanted to live in peace with them, but my mind is… chaotic, let’s leave it at that. Had I taken the title of Monster Lord, I would have likely destroyed mankind. And in hindsight, had I done so, I think I would have lived to regret it in a way even I couldn’t quite comprehend. But I met someone who gave me renewed hope in humanity. And then I met you. You two are alike, in some ways, and I am… glad that I met you both. Hope is necessary for continued coexistence.”
She gave him an extremely rare, but very thin, smile.
And he allowed himself one as well, nodding slowly.
“Thank you, miss Erubetie… you’re not as scary as you seem. Well, except when me met, but… we’re past that, right?”
“Right,” Erubetie confirmed.
“Anyways, I’ve got to finish off my notes, I have ideas for how I’m going to expand my efforts.”
He turned back to his journal, but Erubetie did not leave.
“Kincaid,” she said.
“Yes?” he answered, turning around to face her… only to be met with the creeping feeling of her slime rolling up his legs and around his back. His eyes widened, and he looked about frantically at the blue mass oozing up his body and gently flowing over his skin beneath his clothes, soft, squishing noises filling the air.
“I haven’t finished thanking you. You’re a good person, a good human… and I want to show you how I feel about that, from my heart. Even if it is up here,” she said, pointing to the dark maroon-purple pearl seated in the centre of her head, her core. But she also placed a slimy hand over her chest, where the purple, heart-shaped lines remained ever visible.
“W-w-w-wait, you don’t have to do anything, really!” he stammered, squirming in her gooey grasp. It excited her, in a way she had not felt in a long time. Even the look of fear on his face was tantalising, but perhaps too much for what she wanted.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Kincaid. My body can bring untold pleasure to any human… but I don’t have to harm them to do it,” she assured him, her cool mass encroaching up to his shoulders, slowly grasping at his pants and boots, all practically gliding off of him as he was left naked from the waist down. His frantic looks continued, and he tried to pull his arms free, but they were stuck like glue in her spreading mass, sticking out of her form like a partial cocoon.
“B-B-But...” he stammered again, but she pressed a gooey finger to his lips.
“No buts, Kincaid… I will thank you~ So please, relax, and try to hold on,” she said, before a thin, gentle smile crossed her lips. “Because I am still a Heavenly Knight~”
“And a Queen Monster~” came her voice, but not from the body before him… another emerging from his left, catching him by surprise and enhancing his shock, the sensation of a hand gliding up his shoulder, despite the copy’s arm blending with the rest of the creeping mass.
“And I would like to be satisfied too~” came a third voice, a copy coalescing on the right.
All three were smiling gently, Erubetie feeling something she had not felt in some time. It wasn’t love, she did not think Kincaid was worthy of that… and nor would he survive being her ‘mate’, as it were.
But for one night, she intended to reward him thoroughly, as she and her copies descended on him…
She kissed him on the lips, her gooey folds dexterous and strong despite her slimy nature. The copy on the left went for one of his nipples, the mass around his chest thinning out so he could see and not just feel a mouth wrapping around his bud through his shirt, tongue curling against it with next to no impedance from said shirt.
Of course, it was soon done away with, his arms pulled out of her mass and held up above his head by a pair of slimy tentacles, allowing a formless limb of blue goop to grab his shirt and pull it off him.
She could’ve just dissolved his clothes, but that would’ve been unfair after destroying his first set.
Now he was naked, shaking his head as his arms were sunk back into her mass, but the membrane of slime around his chest thinned considerably, so it felt like she was rubbing her more solid body against him, breasts sliding against his chest.
Of course, she was still slime, her kiss proving that as her tongue slipped into his mouth and filled it, not just coiling around his, but enveloping it, and slowly creeping into his throat.
The soothing touch of her slime imparted a sweet, gentle taste, and though he gagged from her tongue pushing into his throat, the cool lathering of her substance against the walls of his gullet quickly suppressed that reaction, allowing her to feed him some of her goopy form. It should give him the vigour he needed to endure sex with a Heavenly Knight… especially the Queen of Slimes.
Other than her kiss, the rest of her approach was quite gentle, wanting to work him up towards the almost-endless ejaculations she had planned for him, though she needed to be careful; if she broke his mind properly, then she’d never forgive herself. He was not strong enough to endure her forever, and that was no flaw.
And he’d never fulfil his dream.
Enough of that, she knew how to hold back the right amount. But she would ravish him all the same.
The kiss continued, his nipple was sucked relentlessly, and the other copy peppered his neck with slow licks and gooey nibbles, tongue rolling over his bulging apple. Small, wet smacks resounded wherever her lips met his skin.
Kincaid groaned, squirming some more, and loosing a muffled whimper with a buck of his hips when Erubetie’s slime began to roll and flow around his manhood, washing through his small bush and swirling around his cock.
His member wasn’t anything spectacular as far as length and width went, but it was rather pleasing to look at, and his balls were quite sightly too, not too small, not too saggy, and delightfully smooth.
It was a shame about his pubes, but her slimy nature barely noticed the bush as her mass flowed and squeezed his cock gently.
His eyes rolled upward slightly, and then he slackened a little, perhaps realising that there was no escape from the Slime Queen’s embrace.
That didn’t stop him jerking and twitching, much to her delight. He couldn’t struggle violently or aggressively, not with her mass squeezing him all around… and the sensation of gooey hands grabbing his body all over, keeping him well contained.
The many hands were not visible, not to Kincaid’s eyes, but even merged with her mass, Erubetie could summon many fingers to caress his body, along with the sensation of many rolls of slime rubbing and stroking his body… and sucking too, his other nipple squeezed by goo that swirled around and tugged against it.
He whined into her kiss, until it eventually broke, her goopy tongue trailing past his lips, leaving him to sputter up some of her blue substance.
“Guh… huh… please...” he begged, but Erubetie simply smiled.
“It’s no use, Kincaid~ You can’t escape me… but I feel your heart racing and your penis throbbing~ You’re feeling so good already~”
Indeed, she felt the precum leaking out of his cock, quickly absorbed by her slime as sustenance.
He was surprisingly tasty, leaving her wanting more.
Kincaid, however, was feeling a little overwhelmed already, loosing a whimpering moan as he tried to pull himself free somehow, but Erubetie gently silenced him by slithering a gooey tentacle into his mouth, letting it twist over his tongue and draw the muscle into the amorphous mass of the limb, stroking it and leaving him drowned in her taste.
The constant bobs of his cock tantalised her, and she was slowly losing patience to feel his first load; her main body pulled a little bit away from her mass, ‘straddling’ his body as thighs and calves appeared and emerged from her mass, showing off a curvaceous, dripping rump, but she was still formless from her ankles down.
What this allowed Kincaid to see, of course, was a fourth copy materialise with soft, moist burbling from the gooey mass that was slowly spreading out across the floor, gently pushing away furniture.
This head became a partial upper torso, hands rising from the blue to grasp his cock in one hand, and his balls in another, slimy tendrils snaking down to his rod to tease the underside of his glans and the slope of it, as well as trailing a teasing touch between his testicles as the other hand fondled his sack.
White precum mixed with the layer of blue residue, and whenever that residue merged with Erubetie’s body, his precum was swiftly consumed.
The copy sucking his nipple pulled away, leaving her mass to take over that job, so that all three initial bodies could look at him with their soft but lusting smiles.
Kincaid still looked fearful, but now his face was warped with a pleasure both gentle and intense, his face wincing and tensing, but also slack with bliss.
He was adorable, quivering in her body as her slime flowed over his, pushing against his sensitive spots, squeezing and groping, imparting the sensation of mouths, tongues, hands, tendrils, and simple amorphous caresses in random fashion.
Not even his pucker was spared this torment, as a slimy mass flowed against it, teasing the tight, striated hole, though she refrained from forcing it open… for now.
The slimy copy tending to his cock licked its lips… though it really was her lips.
They were copies, but they all emerged from the same mass, they were all her body, all one and the same, manifestations of her self.
And this one had cocooned Kincaid’s dick in a layer of goopy slime, which clung and rippled against his rod, leaving him to feel both that sensation, and the stroking grip of her hand, fingers gliding across his glans, teasing up beneath his corona, and pushing shallowly into his urethra, earning more than a few flinches.
Her other hand continued to grope his balls, but they had partially sunk into her palm now, subjected to a tantalising suction of gooey mass pulling and flowing against it.
His cock was starting to throb harder now, eager to give up its first load, Kincaid closing his eyes as he tried to endure.
But between everything, the pleasure mounted faster than he could manage… and loosed a pitiful moan, weakly bucking his hips as he sprayed his first ejaculation.
Erubetie let the first few ropes fountain into the air, the pressure behind each shot impressive, as was the load as a whole; he wasn’t a virgin, she could taste that much, but he was not the most sexually active sort.
A treat, to have such thick, creamy semen to consume, her palm rolling over to smother his glans. Instead of being spattered against it, his final ropes instead released into her hand, a pale cloud dispersing into her blue form… and then dissolving as she consumed it, not that it stopped her bringing her palm to her lips to give it a slow, salacious lick.
His cock quivered in lingering ecstasy, but was quickly coiled by a pair goopy appendages.
Erubetie left him little chance at respite, keeping his cock hard. Her hands reached up to brush across his cheeks and his lips, her bodies smiling at him gently, even as the head that just sucked him off wrapped their lips around his sack and suckled his balls like they were a tender delicacy.
He whimpered, looking warily into her eyes, though he wasn’t sure which set of eyes to look into, but it was not the same fear she saw in him before. Not a fear of being devoured and dissolved like mere food.
But rather, being ‘devoured’ from his cock… drained of every drop as she feasted on his semen.
It tingled something deep within her. Passion, perhaps? Each time she fought Luka, she planned to overwhelm him w ith ecstasy, as was her way as a monster, but it would have been with her notorious cold, passionless demeanour.
But what if he fell to her earlier temptations? Was what Kincaid was experiencing now a taste of the passions she would’ve inflicted on Luka as her very on semen pump?
Though with Kincaid, she didn’t plan to keep him. He’d never survive, he was just human. This was her reward for him, she wanted him to feel good. Sure, she’d enjoy herself, feed on what will be his many releases, but ultimately she wanted to make him moan his soul out.
This was new… and pleasant. She liked it, her bodies moving in one at a time to take turns kissing him, tongues snaking into his mouth, tangling with his own and imparting her flavour and feeding him more of her substance to keep him invigorated and hydrated. She had plenty to give.
And so did he, her mass shifting as he found his head trapped from behind by a pair of gooey tits, each as large as his head and gently wrapping around, slimy hands gliding across his body.
Two bodies formed either side of him, smiling and leaning in to lick and suck on his nipples, whilst two more flanked his sides and peppered his belly in kisses. And another formed before his hips, smiling warmly as she grasped her breasts, and squeezed them around his rod, the two formless appendages coiling and stroking him from before melting into the globes.
The density of her breasts increased, as did the surface tension, so that he didn’t simply sink into her bust. Instead, he was thoroughly enveloped by the most perfectly conforming set of tits he’d ever experience, melding perfectly with his every contour, even if he couldn’t see it.
The core in her brow seemed to shiver, as did the cores in the other bodies. Everywhere he looked, he saw Erubetie.
“Th-There’s so many of you,” he remarked, and she pressed a finger to his lips.
“It’s all just me, Kincaid~” she explained softly from the body cradling his head from behind. “I am going to make you feel good with all of me~ You deserve it~”
She started to pump his cock with her breasts, her mass squishing and squeezing against it, feeling like flowing water trapped within an imperceptible and incorporeal barrier to keep shape, rolling and leaving residue behind that left him tingling.
Most of his body remained trapped in her mass, and was subjected to her constant squeezing and groping, his ass no different… and this time, she decided to take things further, as pressure was put on his rear.
He whined, squirming helplessly, but nothing could stop his backdoor being gently stretched open.
Being slime, she could ease him into such stimulation, more or less ‘flowing’ into his rear, steadily increasing the size of the intrusion as she felt appropriate, to maximise stimulation and negate discomfort, whilst constantly stimulating his pucker with numerous little caresses, like many tongues invisible within the slime lapping at the ring of sensitive muscle.
It made his cock bounce in response, a meek, pitiable gasp leaving him that Erubetie found titillating.
“That’s it, Kincaid~ Moan and sigh, I don’t mind~” she crooned softly, growing ever more passionate. It was hardly fiery or intense, but Erubetie rarely ever sounded so… nice. Eschewing her typical cold demeanour, simply because she was enjoying herself.
She kept a mind of herself though, making sure she didn’t give into her instincts and her desires and accidentally kill poor Kincaid. That wouldn’t do for the purposes of coexistence.
She squeezed her breasts that little bit tighter around his head and his cock simultaneously, and started grinding her other bodies’ breasts against his own form, as a soft giggle emanated from one of her lips.
A giggle? That was most unusual, but she was happy for the development, enjoying the taste of fresh precum dribbling from his tip, each little twitch in his cock giving her a dollop of the appetiser.
Kincaid groaned, his fingers and toes curling and flexing from his attempts to keep a hold on his pleasure, but he was having limited luck, squeezed and ‘sucked’ all around.
Erubetie rubbed her breasts even faster, and Kincaid felt them more than just slide against him; their inner surfaces seemed to ripple in a manner as if alive, Erubetie making her slime move to add extra stimulation, atop of the enveloping pressure of her wrapping bust.
His cock never once appeared from the top of her cleavage, her breasts keeping his dick sealed within her cleavage, even as it rippled against his member and clung to his glans.
His throbbing was getting more energetic, and she knew he was close once again.
“Don’t hold back, Kincaid~ Feed me, sink into me~ Enjoy yourself~” she encouraged, sweet, passionate words she never afforded previous victims, not in the way Kincaid was getting.
Perhaps she could learn from this, treat other future partners with this kind of gentle appreciation, as they squirmed and whimpered inside her inescapable mass.
They were still ‘food’, after all, in a sense… just food that got to wobble back home when she was done.
She was beginning to understand why some of her subjects, though fully capable of completely dissolving their prey, preferred to simply wring them out and let them go, or keep them as food sources and mates.
Besides, in this new world, with the push for coexistence, it was important to be able to feed on and enjoy humans without killing them. And Erubetie now found the idea distasteful.
Luka really was rubbing off on her.
She focused back on Kincaid, who was starting to twitch and tug away uselessly, a giggle or two escaping one set of Erubetie’s lips or another.
“Cum for me~” she commanded, and he did so quite obediently, moaning loudly and bucking his hips in bliss, another hearty load released right into her bust, the ropes of white allowed to pass through into her body rather than stick to the surface, the cloud expanding and then vanishing, though a scant few pulses were allowed to shoot into the air and fall back down onto her bust, to be quickly absorbed.
She squeezed her breasts tightly together, grinding them firmly to his sensitive mast, the two globes all but merging together, allowing his cock to partially sink into her mass from all directions to receive some final, intense stimulation. His groans and squawks of tortured pleasure delighted her, but she eased off fairly quickly, happy to move onto other forms of pleasure.
Pulling away from his cock, it was left glistening and layered in a pale blue film, and yet it still twitched and throbbed with need, Erubetie laying her body against his, drawing his shaft into her belly as her bust squashed against his chest, her fingers reaching up to play against his chin, leaving her other bodies to kiss and grope each other in self pleasure, murmuring softly.
“Your semen is surprisingly high quality, Kincaid~ You’d make many of my subjects happy~” she stated in earnest, but that seemed to unsettle him.
“I don’t think I could survive more slimes...” he murmured.
“Believe me, I have been going easy on you, Kincaid, but I suppose I should give you more of a taste of what I, the Heavenly Knight of Water, can do~”
That body melted, washing over him even within her own excess. And four proceeded to form at his cock, some only above the shoulders, from her spreading excess.
His eyes widened at this sight, watching as numerous gooey fingers and the odd thin tendril curled around his mast and cradled his balls, and started stroking.
Sometimes her fingers pushed their middle lengths ‘through’ his cock, splitting and reforming or melting into another position, finding his glans partially ‘swallowed’ by a palm that seemed to gently suck on his very tip.
He squirmed, and Erubetie could sense he was already building to another orgasm.
Her slimy tendril in his rear certainly did not help his already crumbled resistance, growing thicker as he grew more used to being stretched and filled.
As such, she focused on his prostate, ooze washing and pressing against the sensitive point, Kincaid at one point practically squeaking after a particularly prolonged, firm press. The noise made her wobble in delight.
Alma Elma would’ve all but devoured him on the spot after hearing such a noise.
Erubetie’s many hands often blended and merged together into a single gooey cocoon joining many arms, rolling and flowing across his mast, squeezing and clenching around every sensitive point, getting right into the contours, such as the underside of his corona and the very entrance of his urethra. But the alternating densities and pressures inside the gooey mass rolling up and down his cock and enveloping his balls still made it feel like fingers and palms were gliding and traipsing across his junk in different areas.
Of course, the slimy merger reversed every now and then, so she could subject Kincaid to more ‘real’ finger stimulation, even as his shaft was left blue-tinged.
His hips were starting to twitch already, and a pleading noise escaped his mouth.
“P-Please, it’s too much,” he whined, but Erubetie wasn’t having it.
“Of course it is~ That’s the idea, I want you to feel overwhelming pleasure~ There’s no greater reward than that~ And as I said, I promise leave your mind intact, though I doubt you’ll remain sane on a temporary basis~”
She smirked at him, many sets of lips grinning as she continued to tease him, his frame crowded by her bodies eager to find something to play with.
The thrusting of the slimy mass into his ass was now quite vigorous, making his cock twitch potently in her grasp. This pleased Erubetie, feeling his next orgasm approaching rapidly.
“N-No, so soon?” he lamented, unable to believe he was cumming again.
Critical Ecstasy had taken him his first load, but at this point, he would’ve been utterly paralysed with pleasure whether or not the phenomenon existed.
With only a few more exotic, luxurious pumps of her hands, he came again, crying out delightfully. Only a single rope escaped his tip to fall down onto her mass, her hands forming a veritable cocoon of interlocked fingers and pressed-together palms, melding just slightly together, and absorbing his semen directly.
When the twitching in his hips died down, she renewed her assault almost immediately, making his eyes widen in shock and fear.
“W-Wait, I can’t go again that quickly!” he insisted. But Erubetie knew human men, their bodies at least, better than most knew their own.
Enveloped in her mass, fed her slime, and subject to her masterful and impossible pleasures as only a slime could achieve, she could wring out more loads than they believed feasible. The properties of her slime in particular had an effect on the body of humans; normally the digestive process would melt a human down and subject them to impossible ecstasy in the process, but even without such intent, she could still make his skin tingle. She was just holding back for the sake of his mind… but increasing such effects wouldn’t go amiss, earning a moan from him as his whole body tingled delightfully.
And that’s when her mouths attacked his cock, licking and kissing his shaft and polishing his balls with lips and tongues. She shifted where she focused – on his cock alone, on his balls mostly, converging on his glans, or all around – to leave nowhere untouched.
Four tongues and sets of lips curled against his mast and peppered it with moist kisses. Two mouths sucked and fondled his balls with lips and tongues whilst two more drew their lips together against the root of his base. Four gooey tongues wiggled at his glans, and traced his corona. One set of lips tugging on his jewels, another rolling tightly around his helm, a tongue lapping one side of his cock, and the final set of lips suckling hard and sliding up and down the other side of his shaft.
Four heads all shifting where she wished to please him, letting her tongues coil and grip his mast, letting her cool slime practically sink into his skin and tingle it, whilst her other conjured bodies teased his torso, feeling his diaphragm flinch from the constant stimulation.
And she summoned another body of hers from her mass of slime, this one nestling between his glutes and tonguing his pucker with salacious focus.
Under such assault, Kincaid was doomed to the pleasures she wrought, eager to see him loose another load.
His lips were trapped by cycling kisses, his body quivering as orgasm loomed. His groaning whimpers were music to Erubetie’s pointy ears, a sign of how far she was ‘softening up’.
And then, with only a strangled moan, Kincaid came again, his discharge vanishing into the faces of her bodies crowding around his girth, the load enhanced by the gooey tongue massaging his prostate.
When he finally stopped cumming, her many bodies looked at him and grinned, admiring his panting form beneath the layer of blue slime that enveloped him.
Several hands caressed his cheeks.
“You’re doing quite well, Kincaid~ But now it’s time to finish this, before I go too long and drain you too much~”
Of course, she still intended to render him unconscious. She’d be a poor excuse of a Queen monster if she didn’t demonstrate her power in such manner.
It was sure to be lovely ecstasy for him. Her many bodies then completely melted back into her mass, her slime squeezing and flowing around him as he was effectively cocooned.
Soon, his position shifted, and he found himself laid out on the floor, though there was a layer of squishy, flowing ooze between him and the floor, leaving him ‘suspended’ all the same.
Numerous bodies of Erubetie’s formed around him, including one that cradled the back of his head on a set of gooey thighs, half-melted into the slimy mass around them.
His face was left exposed, along with his upper chest, Erubetie bringing two bodies down to start licking and teasing his nipples, and to occasionally suckle on them too, the goop of her mouth flowing over his nubs and imparting a squeezing suction.
Two more bodies grazed fingers along his belly, though he could only see fingertips vanishing into the layer of slime that covered his body from the chest down… though the sensation was as clear as crystal.
Slime flowed around and between his thighs, and about his cock, the current of thick ooze stimulating in its own right, before a body of Erubetie’s formed atop his crotch, smiling.
She had discernible hips and upper thighs for this body, and it felt like knees and calves were gently squeezing against his hips, albeit in an abstract, spread-out sense.
Because his lower body was largely drowned in her shifting, squeezing mass… particularly around his cock, as swirling currents began to stroke and tug, silent, squelching suction trying to draw out his loads.
Kincaid yelped, but a slimy tendril snaked from around his head and pushed into his mouth, just as another head formed between his legs, and wrapped a set of hungry lips around his balls.
There were tears of strain and overstimulation beading in the corners of his ears… the hair of her body behind him slithered down to dab at these droplets and consume them.
All as slimy hands from the body ‘straddling’ him reached forth to grip on his midsection, giving her leverage she didn’t really need to start ‘rising and falling’.
Kincaid felt the shifting mass moving up and down, but this was not a woman riding him, he never once felt a gap between his body and her slime, merely an encompassing flow up and down against his hips.
Erubetie sighed out, feeling a tingle growing stronger within her. Was this true pleasure? Since she started, she felt that pleasant sensation, buzzing her cores and rippling through her slimy mass imperceptibly. Now it was getting stronger.
She looked down at Kincaid with a mixture of admiration and dominance, smiling softly; he was quite pitiable, squirming and whimpering, his mouth stuffed with a gooey tentacle gently plunging in and out of his throat as her many bodies teased his body.
It filled her with a burgeoning delight, using the hands of her body cradling his head to affectionately caress his scalp, her fingers flowing through his hair.
Was this what it meant to enjoy oneself when ‘preying’ on a human? To not be filled with a cold hatred and emotionless prowess?
She didn’t love Kincaid, but she did like him. He was a fun human to torment, and one with a good heart.
Maybe she needed to find other such humans to enjoy. It felt so much better than consuming them.
All the more reason to remain dutiful as the Heavenly Knight of Water, to protect her Lord’s and Luka’s dream of coexistence… so that she herself could enjoy it.
It would be the first time, in a very long time…
She put her attention back on Kincaid, rising and falling as if riding him cowgirl, though the movements of her body did not match the main source of stimulation he felt, the endlessly changing points of pressure and density rippling along his mast, focusing on the sensitive points of his glans – the corona and its underside, his frenulum, the very entrance of his urethra – and subjecting his cock with obscene milking sensations, whilst another of her heads suckled on his balls.
Obscene, quiet squelching and other moist, slippery noises filled the hovel, adding to the debauched atmosphere within.
The distorted visual of his foreskin shifting from the endless stroking was just visible as a shadow in her blue mass, though she could ‘see’ it as clear as day, being ‘surrounded by her’. What was most important was that he could see it, to witness how helpless his cock was as he was tormented so wonderfully.
A mass of slime once again invaded his rear, pumping against his prostate, making him twitch and squirm uselessly in her mass.
He looked up at her with a mixture of fear and overwhelming lust, unable to contain himself after falling victim to her prowess. Could he even hear the wet, squishing noises all around him? Her slime had crept up past his ears, maybe all he could hear was a gentle, moist sound to match the caresses of her creeping ooze.
He was throbbing hard again, a sure sign he was about to climax. And she intended to keep going until he passed out. His little twitches were tantalising, only increasing the vigour of her slime stroking his cock.
Under so much stimulation, all around him, he was doomed to fall to her, crying out around the tentacle in his mouth, and bucking hard into her slime, enough to cause a subtle ripple in the excess.
Cloudy streaks formed in her mass, and were promptly absorbed. But his cock was given only the barest hint of respite before she continued again, the body straddling him leaning down as the tentacle in his mouth retreated.
“E-E-Eru-b-betie...” he groaned out drunkenly, panting hard and whimpering. “P-P-Ple-ease...”
Was it pleading for her to stop? To keep going? She didn’t really care, this was her idea of a reward after all.
All the same, she silenced him, kissing him both deeply and tenderly, slipping her tongue into his mouth and occasionally into his throat, but her hands gently gripped his cheeks, and her lips meshed with his lovingly.
He seemed to slacken at that, and the tension in his face eased off a little; it was hardly the first kiss she gave him, but perhaps this had a gentler feel to it.
She could sense how good he felt despite his fear. And something about him seemed less… scared, than it had before.
A part of him seemed to be enjoying this… good. She wanted him to feel good.
Her slime continued to squirm and roil around him, stroking him in ways that seemed impossible, the currents flowing and pressing against his mast in many different directions on top of that overarching suction from her ‘riding’.
Slime crept up his body, until only his face remained visible.
He came again, moaning breathily into her mouth.
After that, he went slack, save little twitches in his hips, but he was conscious still, and so she kept going, albeit in a less intense way… more gentle. Something to ‘ease’ him into that temporary oblivion.
The gentle watery noise around him dulled the squelching emanating from lower down his enveloped body, the excess slime roiling all around him.
And her many bodies still loomed and crowed over him, smiling. She pressed her bust against his head, kissing him whilst looking down upon him with her many sets of eyes.
He came yet again, barely even twitching, his load noticeably smaller now. All the same, it was consumed and absorbed, drawn into her body for sustenance.
She wondered how many humans it’d take to sustain her, whatever means she’d need to keep it ethical. What processes she could establish, perhaps on a volunteer basis, to feed her and her subjects. A semen farm, perhaps? Navigating the concerns of human women worried they’d never get men was also something she had to consider now. All hurdles on the road to coexistence.
All this thinking as she wrung out every last drop from Kincaid. And when her kiss ended, so too did his consciousness, a strangled noise leaving his lips as his final ejaculation pulsed into her body, cock twitching rather pitiably as the last dregs floated out of his tip.
He relaxed in her mass, and she was smiling softly.
Seeing him like that, wrung out, unconscious, the fading signs of rapturous bliss… it filled her with a warm feeling.
She sighed, and her bodies melted back into her mass until only one remained, slimy excess wrapping around Kincaid’s naked body and gently ‘wiping him down’ of her residue until only a fine layer of moisture remained as she deposited him on the bed, laying a blanked over him to keep him warm.
He slept soundly, and Erubetie nodded to herself.
“I could get used to this,” she remarked to herself, giving Kincaid one last brush of her fingers against his brow, before she left the hovel and returned to the dome where she and Undine resided.
The night was cool but not quite silent, soft moans and muted cries of pleasure filtering through the air as monsters enjoyed their human partners.
This was a good step towards coexistence.
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Kincaid woke late the following day, and flinched when Erubetie was there to greet him.
“Don’t panic,” she assured him. “I don’t plan on doing any more than I did last night. That was your reward, not punishment. To be drained to exhaustion by a Queen Class monster… that is a rare privilege. You were delicious, by the way.”
He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that beyond rubbing the side of his head and looking around sheepishly.
“Uh… thanks, I guess?” he murmured, before sighing and running his hands down his face. “I’m still tingling from last night… why are you here, anyways?”
His question was cautious, but Erubetie did not mind. Perhaps, in hindsight, she was a little rough on him.
“I came to see how you were faring. I expected you to be preparing to go home, or to head out into the world to spread your anti-pollution methods and solutions around,” she answered.
He sighed and sat down on the bed.
“Firstly, I just woke up. But most importantly, that’s gonna take time, and for a moment, I thought I was gonna end up lost in your slime, that I’d never feel like doing anything else ever again,” he admitted. He rubbed down his brow, the exhaustion catching up to him after being startled.
It was a concern she shared, and had done her best to avoid. But it seemed she needed to be more cautious in the future.
All the same, she believed last night turned out rather well.
“In that case, if you need further assistance, I am willing to offer some help,” Erubetie answered.
Kincaid chuckled nervously.
“I… appreciate your offer, but I think this is a matter of networking, getting into contact with the right people. The Grand Noahans gave me some contacts, but even then, it’s gonna take some time. Unless you can help with that?”
Erubetie thought for a moment, and then shook her head.
“I know of many monsters, but I am not exactly a diplomat. I have… kept to myself for a long time,” she admitted.
“Ah.” The response had a hint of sympathy, though Kincaid quickly busied himself with getting his pack ready for when he finally left. “I’ll probably leave tomorrow. I think I need a full day to really recover.”
“Yes, I recommend that,” Erubetie agreed. “Well, I shall leave you to it, Kincaid. I just wanted to say… it was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope you achieve your dreams. Maybe more humans with hearts like yours will be encouraged to do good if they see you succeed. Farewell.”
She nodded politely, and turned to leave the hovel, ready to melt through the door. She wasn’t one for long goodbyes either.
Before she could, Kincaid called out.
“Erubetie!” He paused, rubbing his head sheepishly. “I, uh… wanted to thank you again for not killing me when we met.”
“I am still very sorry for that,” she reiterated.
“I know. And also… thank you, for encouraging me. I really want to do right by this world.” His face then turned quite red. “And, uh… last night. It was… scary. But fun. I guess.”
His embarrassment was endearing.
She allowed herself a thin smile.
“Indeed it was~” she agreed.