The Tide of Slime
1448 Words
As Raina sank into the warm bath, her eyes fluttered closed, her breath slowing with every passing moment.The magic-infused water carried the ache from her muscles and the haze from her mind, lulling her into soft stillness.
She didn’t notice the change on her HUD.There was no chime. No glow.Just a subtle shift next to the glowing Divine Seed: Debauchery listing.
A bar appeared beneath it.Cool silver. Steady.
Progress: 10% Unlocked.
The system said nothing—but the world felt... warmer.Tuned to her.
She was just beginning to drift when another knock broke the stillness.
“Raina!” came the Madame’s voice, rough with age and tempered by years of managing lust and logistics.“Are you busy?”
Raina let out a long, knowing sigh.
Of course.
“There’s another client wanting your service. The other girls are tied up—boys too. Can you do one more?”
Raina slumped back in the tub with a soft splash.
Of course this is how I wrote it.
She remembered now.The four-part gauntlet that made up her character’s “break-in” arc.
First was the dragonkin and their entourage—a trial by fire, scaled bodies, and group dynamic chaos.
Second was the now-completed pair of men—intense, seductive, and secretly important.
Third, if the system held to her script, would be the Slimeoid—a sentient, tentacle-capable being with a curious mind and a gelatinous form.
And fourth...
Raina’s brow furrowed.
She couldn’t remember if she’d ever finished that part of the backstory.
It had been written in fragments, half-abandoned in a haze of creative overdrive.She wasn't sure what the fourth was anymore.
And that terrified her just a little.
She exhaled and stood, water cascading from her pale skin in rivulets of rose-scented steam.
“Yes, Madame,” she called out.“Give me a few minutes to clean up and regenerate, then I’ll happily take the next client.”
There was a muffled acknowledgment and fading footsteps.
Raina toweled herself dry, not bothering with the robe this time.
Her body no longer felt like something foreign.It felt like a weapon. A ritual tool.
This is going to be a long night.
And if the fourth client is what I think it is... I need to be ready.
Because this time, the script wasn’t running her.She had the quill now.
Raina moved to the chaise lounge by the window, her still-damp hair clinging to her shoulders.She reclined with a quiet grace, one hand resting loosely over her stomach as she let her thoughts swirl.
If the pattern holds... the next one will be the slimeoid.
She closed her eyes and sifted through the fog of fragmented memories—the parts of her backstory she had written and never expected to live.
She remembered this client vaguely:A young, sentient slimeoid with little to no s****l experience, save for the biological instincts his species carried.Coitus was part of their seasonal drive—natural, instinctive, not romanticized in the traditional sense.
But what came after?That part eluded her.
Maybe I can change it.
A faint plop and slurp echoed from outside the door.The sound of shifting goo, barely muffled by the velvet carpet.
Then it opened.
Standing before her was exactly what she remembered—if not a little more defined than her original mental sketch.
The young slimeoid was lean and semi-humanoid, with a thin frame of translucent blue musculature threaded with pulsing light.His eyes shimmered like aquamarine gems suspended in fluid, and his “skin” glistened faintly in the candlelight.
He shuffled in, bashful, voice cracking under pressure.
“G... Good evening, M-Miss Raina. I… Th-This will be my first time. Is that… okay?”
His gelatinous form trembled slightly, and Raina noticed the blue of his goo deepen to a rose-red blush as he took in her nude figure fully for the first time.
She smiled, slow and warm—offering comfort, not just allure.
“Of course, sweetheart. That’s what girls like me are for,” she said gently.“To help strong, sexy guys like you learn how to please a partner.”
The chime hit right on cue.
[s****l Encounter Initiated]Completion Requirements:— Reach 200% Arousal (Overflow State)— Achieve Client SatisfactionBonus XP:— If Client Reaches Overflow Satisfaction Simultaneously— First-Time Trainer Bonus: +20%
Raina’s body pulsed gently with heat—part nerves, part instinct.But she breathed through it, keeping her expression calm and inviting.
This wasn’t just about pleasure.It was a chance to shape someone’s first time.To rewrite her own story.
She leaned forward, one knee crossing over the other, her voice velvet-smooth.
“Come here, darling. Let me show you how we begin...”
Raina stepped toward the boy—no, the young slimeoid—uncertain but brimming with potential.As she reached out to close the door behind him, her bare skin brushed against his cool, pliant form, and the system chimed softly:
Arousal +13%
He trembled slightly at the contact, his surface rippling in response.
She let her fingers drift along the edge of his frame, tracing gentle patterns in the liquid glow of his body.
“Come, sweetheart,” she purred, voice both nurturing and enticing.“Let’s make you into a man who knows what he’s doing.”
She led him by the hand to the chaise lounge, her steps slow and deliberate, letting his nervous eyes roam and learn.
As their bodies neared again, a new scent filled the room—warm, clean, subtly sweet.Not overpowering, but distractingly pleasant.
She inhaled.And then it clicked.
Pheromones. Of course.
It made sense. Slimeoids were known for their natural chemistry.At full maturity, they were said to be irresistible—not because of their form, but because of what they projected.
She smiled.
So this is the starting point...
Easing onto the lounge, she shifted her expression into something softer—her eyes wide, lips gently parted, the picture of inviting innocence.
It wasn’t deception.It was a gift.A place of safety for him to begin.
“I’m all yours, honey,” she said sweetly.“Do whatever you’re comfortable with. I’ll guide you, and we’ll make it feel good—for both of us.”
The slimeoid’s form rippled nervously as he nodded, stepping closer, his hands unsure but eager.His surface shimmered faintly with arousal.His pupils dilated.
The system offered no further prompts.Just the sound of Raina’s breath, the boy’s growing confidence, and the low pulse of her Arousal meter climbing again.
Their bodies met with shy curiosity at first—his touch light, uncertain, barely grazing her skin.
Raina, ever the patient teacher, guided him gently.Her fingers wrapped around his hands, positioning them just right—pressing here, tracing there, showing him the pleasure of rhythm and intention.
She explored him, too, adapting to the unique give of his form, coaxing moans and subtle pulses from his fluidic frame.
Her Arousal Meter climbed quickly, the system pinging softly as it surged to 65%.
He’s learning fast…
But then something shifted.
The slimeoid gasped—a low, surprised sound that vibrated through his entire being—and his form began to change.
The lanky, unsure frame melted into something more defined.Still boyish, still lithe… but sharper, firmer, radiant.
His eyes gleamed with new confidence, and his chest took on subtle definition beneath his glistening surface.
Maturity evolution...?
Then came the tentacles.
One.Then two.Then a third.
Fluid tendrils extended from his back and shoulders, forming with gentle pulses and glistening sheen.
They moved tentatively at first, brushing against her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist.
Raina’s breath hitched.
He’s not rough... he’s reverent.
And just like that—one of her oldest, deepest fantasies came to life.
A tentacle encounter.Real. Sensual. Controlled. Loving.
She let herself go, completely.No longer trying to guide.No longer trying to resist.Just... feeling.
Her Arousal Meter exploded past 100%... then 150%... then—
[Arousal Limit Reached: 200% — Overflow State Triggered]Blue Magic Surge active.Temporary charm aura initiated.
The pleasure rolled through her in waves—warmth, tension, and a dizzying fullness that left her gasping.
The tentacles were everywhere but never overwhelming.They explored, caressed, worshipped.
Time stopped meaning anything.Minutes, hours—she couldn’t tell.
The only thing that mattered was the way her body responded and the soft, eager sounds her partner made as he grew more confident with every stroke, every kiss, every wrap of his limbs.
And finally, with a cry that echoed through the walls, the Slimeoid climaxed.
His body arched, glowing brightly, the sound that tore from his throat so raw and powerful that, had he been divine, it might have shaken the very foundations of the Velvet Hand.
- Writer
