Sea Slimes Ch. 06

"Nn." Alrek rolled his eyes.

"But consensually! Lim told me there're actually some, like, socio-economic problems going on with it." Alrek managed a scowl at the mention of Lim. As he started to stretch his legs, she moved up to drain the arms. Gods, the more she probed, the more poison she found. He'd been in the grasp of that woman for at least an hour. This was almost to overdose levels. "Like, sailors taking advantage of them, netting them and selling them, that sort of thing. Treating them like lust sprites. Putting them in private 'petting zoos'. That's how willing they are to, er, please—they were so eager, people got the idea that they basically existed to pleasure humans. It's really kind of awful."

"Nnn." Alrek did not appear to give a shit about the socio-economic woes of jellyfish maids.

"My point is, they aren't usually prone to raping people." Larya rolled her eyes. She reached over and rolled Alrek over to drain some toxin from his back. "Seriously, how are you even alive, let alone conscious? Jelly maid poison really is fascinating!"

"Nn nn." I bet, his eyes said. Larya went red and finished his detoxification in silence.

Alrek was surprisingly quiet when she finally addressed the matter of his mouth and vocal chords. She'd expected him to enter one of his rants, but he just sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily.

"You okay?" she asked. "We should really get moving."

"'Course." He scowled. He started to rise, then fell back down. "Just . . . gimme a sec'. I still feel a bit weak. How'd you knock her out, anyways?"

Larya glanced back at the jelly maid. She was still unconscious, fortunately. "I screwed up at first. Tried to choke her. Jelly maids breathe through their skin, so obviously that didn't do anything but bruise her neck and embarrass me."

"Huh." She waited for him to make a smartass comment, but for once he stayed quiet. He actually did look pretty exhausted. It seemed the jelly maid had, well, 'taken a lot out of him' in more ways than one.

Or perhaps in exactly one way. Perhaps the ejaculations had weakened him somehow? No, it was probably just the lingering aftereffects of the poison.

She coughed. "But after my mind finally cleared up for a moment from, uh, cumming, I was able to work out what I did wrong and try something else." She grinned, still feeling a bit proud of herself. "I removed all the oxygen in the water around us for just a few seconds. It wasn't that hard. There's not much down here to begin with." She cocked her head, considering another theory. "Maybe that's why you're feeling faint?"

Alrek frowned. "I don't feel faint. I feel . . . drained." He looked up at her. "Wait, if you removed the air nearby, shouldn't that have suffocated you, too?"

"Oh, yes. I couldn't breathe at all until the spell ended." She stood up, handing him one of his spears. "Here. You should use that to walk. We've gotta hurry."

"Right. Right." Leaning on the staff, he struggled to his feet. Alrek hobbled like a man twenty years older. "So how'd you . . . How'd you stay conscious even after she passed out?"

Larya turned and flashed him a mischievous grin as she made her way back into the main tunnel. "Well, it's like people always say." She winked. "I have 'quite the lung capacity'."

"Oh, fuck off."

She giggled. They hurried out of the chamber, leaving the jelly maid where she lay. Glancing back, Larya could have sworn she saw a pink-colored blob of fluid gathering around the jelly maid's body. But then Alrek tripped, and she had to help him to his feet.

When she looked back, the blob was gone. And so was the maid.

"We've really gotta move," she whispered.

~~~~

Chrysa's wakefulness did not come with her opening her eyes.

Jelly maid skin was renowned for its softness. Their lips were about as pillow-like as it could get; their breasts were supple and smooth. This was because jelly maids actually breathed through the skin. They could also see through it albeit dimly, and so Chrysa did not need to open her eyes to know that she could not see anything at all.

Chrysa's wakefulness came with the pounding realization of pain in her head. She let out a little whimper, raising one hand to her forehead. Memories were stuttering back, now. The druidess. The man. The . . . the girl.

She realized then that she was moving in the water. Something cool and slick was holding her by the wrist and slowly dragging her along. She remembered what that feeling meant and let out another little whimper.

"Ooh! You're not supposed to be awake yet, cutie." The voice was breathy, wispy, girlish. And horribly familiar. "You poor thing. Don't you worry, though! We'll take good care of you."

Down. They were moving down. Chrysa swallowed. "No. Let me go."

"Heehee! Don't be silly! We know what you really want."

"I take it back!" she cried. "I didn't—I wasn't in control!"

"Ooh, we milked your slutty little titties dry, didn't we? You loved it! But not as much as 'milking' me, I guess. Oh, well. I shouldn't have expected your bimbo brain to do everything right. You still did really well! You're such a good girl!"

"No!"

The voice giggled again. Chrysa felt the slick, squishy substance running along her arm, covering her sensitive mermaid flesh in delightful sensation. She moaned despite herself, and couldn't help but yelp when the slime touched her right breast.

A glowing, shimmering, rose-pink face appeared above her as she descended down into the depths. "I think somebody needs a reminder!" her Mistress cooed.

"N-no!"

The face pouted. "You were so happy a minute ago! I'm so sorry I had to go outside of you, but it was the only way I could get you out of there." She brightened. "But you're awake now, so I'm gonna make it all better! I can go back inside you now!"

The face started to move closer. The stimulation of Chrysa's breast became stronger as the slime started to expand to cover her whole chest.

"Aah! No! Let me go!" Chrysa struggled, but already she could feel her body crying out in relief. The headache was fading, and sweet, sweet pleasure was moving into its place. "Let me gmmff!"

Her Mistress had locked lips with her. Slick, sweet slime oozed between her lips. She could feel her breasts starting to tingle, could feel the lactation beginning once more. "Just gonna make you aaaallll empty for me again," the voice whispered. "So it's just you and me again! Won't that be nice?"

Chrysa moaned into the consuming 'kiss' as her whole upper body became immersed in the slime. She could see a light now in the distant below. It was getting brighter and brighter as they moved further down. "Nn . . ."

"Oh, hush, now, silly girl. Don't forget! You gave me permission!"

Chrysa could only moan again as her breasts started to release little droplets of mermilk.

"Teehee! Ooh! Be a good slut for us, now, little bimbo girl . . ."

Chrysa's eyes screwed shut as the pleasure rose within her, swelling like a balloon, driving out all other thought as it went until she felt totally empty—and totally fulfilled at the same time. Her breasts started to swell with it as new sensation crawled over her from all sides. She started to scream, inhaling the slime as she did so, feeling it coating her and making her horny and pliable once more. She felt the last thoughts of rebellion slip out as syrupy corruption took their place.

And then her eyes opened, and two oceans of rose-pink stared out into the black.

~~~~

Larya pressed her hand against the stone floor, calling upon her druidic magics to smooth a particularly difficult dip. It was driving her crazy inside to be staying so close to the World Base for so long, but her magic was needed. Alrek's weakness wasn't going away, and he couldn't clear the rougher patches of stone without help.

"So what do you think's going on here?" Alrek asked as he moved over the newly evened threshold. "You think those two assholes conned us?"

"I dunno." She bit her lip. "I don't think either of them planned this. I think whatever's here is brainwashing them. Merfolk in general, I mean."

"Huh." He raised an eyebrow. "Or . . . y'know, maybe they just conned us, and we should just get the fuck out of here. Just an idea."

"Why would they go to this much trouble, Alrek?" she snapped. "Are you just looking for an excuse?"

He grimaced, sending her an irritated look. "Look, just saying. Either way, we ain't getting paid enough for this. Especially if the people paying us both got, like, eaten. I feel like shit, Larya. I feel like I don't want to see what happens to us if they get their claws in you. And it's not like we like these people anyways. This . . . this ain't a good place to die."

Larya turned to him and scowled. Her fellow adventurer was still only half-clad—Chrysa had evidently ripped open his shirt in her frenzy to reach bare skin earlier, so they'd left it behind. Despite his weakness and embarrassing state of dress, though, he'd clearly regained his energy for complaints. "We might be able to cure them still. Maybe all of them. We owe it to these people to give it a shot. It's our responsibility now—don't try to weasel out of it."

"Owe it to them?" Alrek stopped in his tracks, apparently just to bluster over this for a moment. Larya kept walking. "That's fucking ridiculous! They hired us! They've been nothing but assholes to us, too. You're fucking nuts, druid."

Larya rounded the corner and froze. She stared ahead of her at the bizarre sight, her mind racing for meanings. "Stop talking."

"Oh my god." Alrek had evidently taken this as an insult. "No! Can you see what I'm trying to do? I'm trying to keep you and I from getting—"

"Stop talking and look at this!"

Alrek stopped talking and hobbled over. "Oh, fuck me."

Mylio lay sprawled on the floor in front of them, his ray-like tail twitching feebly. His eyes were closed. He looked to be unconscious.

Larya took a step forwards and felt a rough hand grab her by the wrist. She turned to Alrek, scowling. "Hey!"

"Trap," he hissed. "Trap trap trap trap trap."

"You don't know it's a—"

"Trap trap trap."

"He could be injured, or—"

"Trap trap trap trap chirp charp." Alrek grimaced. "Fuck, it's hard to say that word again and again like that."

She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "Even if it's a trap, this is the only way out of the cave. And we need to check on him. What if he's hurt? What if this is some sort of succubus spirit?"

"Then the last thing we need is you getting near it."

"Then you go check on him!"

"I will!" Alrek appeared to register too late what he'd agreed to. He opened his mouth, probably to curse, then closed it. He turned and crept over, clutching one of his spears—clearly as much for support as for defense. He reached down and took the man's pulse. "Wow. Gills are really weird-looking."

"Uh, so are lungs. Is he okay?"

"Uh . . ."

"Oh, forget him." Larya's heart gave a jolt as she heard the voice. She spun around. Nerka floated before her, just two meters away, her eyes a glimmering rose-pink. The mermaid had evidently emerged from one of the forking paths—one of the paths they'd been sure were dead ends. Nerka smiled, raising a glob of something bright pink and slimy in her left hand. "He's nothing compared to the prize you will be."

She hurled the glob. Larya swung her staff to deflect, but all she succeeded in was splashing away a bit of it. The rest caught her right in the throat, taking her down to the ground. "Alrek!" she cried.

"Fuck!" Alrek came stumbling around the corner. He looked down at Larya as she struggled with the goo. It wasn't exactly strangling her, but with her magical gills obstructed, her air was taking on a strangely sweet scent that had her worried. And it felt like it had glued her to the floor.

He looked up at Nerka, who flashed him a disarming smile. "I'm not after you, Snatch," she said sweetly. "And you look like you've already been through quite an ordeal. Maybe you should let us have some 'girl time'."

Alrek brought the spear down towards Larya. Before she knew what he was doing, the coral tip slashed into the slime, cutting a side swath of it away. She realized she was no longer fastened to the floor.

"Okay, then!" she heard Nerka say, just as sugary-sweet. A salmon blur streaked above her, slamming into Alrek and bearing him down to the floor. "Let's have some girl-boy talk first, then."

Larya pushed herself away from the floor and struggled with the slime, even as she felt herself getting woozy. Oh, fuck, she thought. It's giving me bad air.

Her head spun at the very realization. She felt herself falling back to the floor. It's easier here. Don't want to fall over; I might hit my head and get all silly! She giggled.

She immediately stopped giggling, pushed herself up again, and grabbed her staff. It's getting to me. Not good. Nearby, she heard Nerka speaking in low, crooning tones. "You're just so weak, aren't you? And it feels so nice when I touch you through your clothes, doesn't it?"

"Fuck off." Alrek's voice sounded feeble. Whatever Chrysa had done to him had left him weak in more ways than one, Larya realized.

"Oh, what a naughty boy. Would you rather I put my hand under? I know you're just so weak and sleepy. Maybe you should let your head go to sleep and let your little man do the thinking. Doesn't that sound easier?"

"Fuck. Agh! No. Stop it. Stop it."

Larya looked over as she started channeling the World Base. She was getting really horny, she realized. Too much druid magic. And something about the air. Making her hot. Sexy. Sleepy. It felt so good to just keep channeling. Feel the World Base rush through her. A little smile started to form on her face as she watched Nerka work, waiting for the moment to strike.

Nerka had landed on top of Alrek. One hand was on his chest, pushing him down against the floor. The other was slipping under his pants. Her face was centimeters from his. She smiled smugly, planting a little kiss on his cheek. "Silly boy. I think you want to help me put dear Larya in her place, don't you? You're so stubborn. Just relax."

Alrek's struggles were getting feebler and feebler as Nerka visibly started to stroke. He'd gotten hard instantly. Larya realized she was actually approaching an orgasm. Why hadn't she cast yet? Why had she started channeling in the first place? Had she had a plan, or was she just . . .

Larya cut off the spell. No. The World Base could not help her right now. Not against this.

"I just need you to hold her down," Nerka cooed. "Be a good boy for us and hold her for me. Doesn't obedience feel nice?"

"Fuck . . ." Alrek gasped. "Fuck you . . . oh . . ."

Ignoring the slime around her neck, Larya ran forward and shoved Nerka with all her might. The mermaid went drifting off, solid pink eyes wide in surprise, bounteous breasts jiggling with the motion.

Larya leaped over Alrek and swung forward with her quarterstaff. Nerka twisted, but not quick enough to avoid a smack in the side. "Hey, Nerka, I thought you weren't interested in him?" Behind her, she heard Alrek struggle to his feet. "Come on, Alrek. We can flank—"

"Sorry," he said. She heard him break into a stumbling sprint as he ran for the exit.

It was a casual, gruff sort of 'sorry'. The sort one would say out of obligation. Larya didn't know if that was because he was holding the guilt in or if he was literally incapable of feeling guilt at all. She just didn't know anymore.

"Fuck you, Snatch," she muttered.

Nerka grinned. Larya felt the slime rising around her head. "Well, that works too."

"You know what? I don't—mmf!" Larya's eyes widened as the slime suddenly surged up. The color pink filled her vision. She started choking—purely out of reflex, since she breathed through her gills now—as some of it oozed into her mouth. The slime tasted horribly sweet.

"You see?" Nerka beamed, swimming in a zigzag pattern towards her. Larya was having trouble focusing on the pretty mermaid. Her head was swimming in cotton candy now. None of it felt substantial on its own, but but it was like a web: She couldn't push it all out at once, and it was clogging everything she needed access to. She spent critical focus just trying to register that the poison of the slime was even more potent when ingested orally.

That focus had previously been focused on allowing her to stand.

The slime seemed to cushion her head against the stone. She didn't feel the impact, at least. She stared up into the suddenly rosy world, a beatific smile forming on her face. She couldn't help it. It was reflex at that point.

Nerka appeared above her, tail swishing almost hypnotically. She smiled down at her. "Sorry, Larya. I'm afraid there's not enough here to fill you. I'm not even sure it works on humans, to be honest." The mermaid moved closer. Her breasts were bouncing together in a way that seemed to draw Larya's eyes back and forth between them. "But I think I can still make you understand just why you need to come with us."

"Mmmm," Larya said. Her entire thought process made her feel like she was staring through a distant telescope at what was happening here. A telescope with a pink lens. She giggled, accidentally swallowing a bit more of the slime.

"Good girl!" Nerka cooed. Her breasts were pressing against Larya's now. "Keep swallowing. My Mistress can only fill one vessel at a time, but I'll bet her lovely, oozy, gooey slime is making you reconsider fighting us, right?"

"Mm." Larya was pretty sure she was saying 'no'.

"Good girl!" Nerka exclaimed.

"Mm mm," Larya protested. She hadn't said 'yes', she knew that much.

"Good girl!" Nerka said again, laughing. "Doesn't it feel nice to obey?"

It did feel nice. Larya felt the slime slipping beneath her shirt, over her breasts. It left a curious tingling sensation wherever it went, and her nipples were quickly abuzz with pleasure. She found herself opening her mouth to swallow a bit more of the delicious slime. She'd thought it too sweet at first, but now she realized it was delicious. It was so obvious now.

No! Her mind rebelled. She had work to do here. She had to save the merfolk, had to . . . save Nerka. She bubbled something into the slime.

"Ooh!" said a voice in her ear. "I'll bet I have an idea for how you can save her!"

Larya blinked. Who was that voice? They sounded smart, whoever they were. And really hot and sexy. She stared up at Nerka's pretty pink eyes. They were so close now. Nerka was moving through the slime, she realized, to kiss her.

"She's possessed by that yummy slime, right? So all you have to do is get her to give you more of it!" The voice giggled, though Larya didn't know what was so funny. "If she fills you up with it, there won't be any left for her, and she'll be free of me! Of it, I mean. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Larya blinked again, slower. Nerka's lips were brushing against hers, teasing her. Larya extended her tongue and licked along Nerka's upper lip. Nerka's eyes widened at the sensation. Just kiss me, Larya thought. Get it over with.

"All you have to do," sang the voice in her ear,"is fuck her brains out! And let her fuck your brains out!"

Larya couldn't keep track of why that would work anymore. Her entire world was delicious slimy syrup and sweet mermaid kisses as Nerka moved into her embrace. But it made sense. She reached her hands up, feeling Nerka's breasts. So big. So full. It made sense that she had to fuck Nerka. Because she wanted to fuck Nerka. Why wouldn't she?