For Some Reason, I'm the Hero Pt. 09

Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I'm the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.

Chapter 9: Slimes Again?!

The Demon Queen's castle.

Reclining on her throne, lit by the glowing plumes of magma erupting outside the walls, Demon Queen Arraikah... has her head in her hands.

"Whyyyyyyy?!!!!" she shrieks, glaring at Pon. "I can't even--?! What were they thinking?!"

"I gave them a stern talking-to," Pon replies. "Enjoying the Hero's fuckable body without me... the nerve.❤︎"

"But why?! I ordered them to fight her, not... Graaahh!!!" Arraikah sighs, slumping back in her throne.

"On the bright side, Sarva reports that they lost splendidly to the Hero, so your plan is going smoothly."

"Smoothly?! The Hero's first run-in with my subordinates was supposed to be simple! The valiant Hero saves a damsel in distress, only to learn the cunning of the Demon Queen when the damsel turns out to be a demon herself... But then she just..." Arraikah's face explodes with heat as she groans. "Now the Hero's just going to think the Demon Army's full of perverts!"

"She's not wrong," Pon giggles. "Besides, she displayed great heroism, don't you think? Our dear little hero turned the tables and would have bred Sarva into the most obedient, subby little slut if her subordinates hadn't intervened. A true, dominant display of power...❤︎"

"Ngah! Is the Hero the problem? She's the problem, isn't she?! What kind of Hero willingly has sex with kidnappers?!"

"The kind of Hero we have, it would seem. What will you do now? Sarva was too fucked up to plant the next piece of information about Eliz..."

"Of course she was. Ugghh... The next phase of my plan..." Arraikah rubs her temples. Her plan had been relatively foolproof; Sarva, with her dying breath, would hint at the next foe the Hero would encounter: a demon executive hiding in plain sight among the general populace. Of course, since Arraikah didn't know where the Hero would appear, she had planted hundreds of demons all over the world just in case, even hiring part-time to fill out positions. Suffice it to say, she had plenty of backup options.

"... Okay. Let's do it like this..."

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The forest outside the peaceful town of Eriden.

It's been a day since my first gangbang, and I'm standing next to Zen and Arryl in that fateful clearing where we first met. My new armor feels nice and snug on my body, [Fantasia] hanging securely from my hip. There's not a trace of the ordeal I went through yesterday; I've got Arryl to thank for that.

Rewinding time a bit, after Arryl found me in my semen-drenched, shameful state, the first thing she did was take a moment to calm herself down. Sending Zen away under the pretense of splitting up and searching for me (not telling him she found me, of course), Arryl brought me some things to clean myself with and cast contraceptive magic on me, unable to meet my eyes the entire while. Flustered, blushing to the tips of her ears, she made sure I was okay, asked me if I had been attacked, showed genuine concern for me...

Until I told her what happened, and her face turned to stone.

It was a pretty awkward night, sleeping next to her on her small bed, knowing she had fully decided I was a pervert who fucked anything that moved. She didn't tell Zen, saying, "It's better to not give that dumbass any ideas." She also warned me that there was at least a 50% chance that Zen would show up at late at night with a woman in his arms; but, he didn't, whether out of courtesy to me or because Arryl had mashed his face to a pulp.

When dawn broke, Zen (face un-mashed after a good night's rest) began preparing to make the trek back to the cave, chipper as ever. Packing a simple lunch and some basic supplies, we went to the Adventurer's Guild, picking up a small quest to gather medicinal herbs as a side mission. It was a pleasant day out; blue sky, gentle breeze, just warm enough to keep away the shivers; perfect for a picnic.

Which brings us to now.

"Strange," Zen mutters; he's crouched down on the ground, inspecting a torn-up patch of grass and tree roots. "I could've sworn Holkweed grew around here. Right, Arryl?"

"I thought Holkweed preferred the shade?" Arryl says, her hammer in her hands. "Also, I don't think now's the time to be focused on Holkweed, Zen."

"It's 3 copper per flower, Arryl! That's an amazing deal! Usually these quests only ever offer 1!"

"Yes, I get that, but have you maybe considered the giant-ass fucking slime in front of us?!"

Crowding out the cave entrance, its massive body bulging and oozing, is a slime far, far larger than the meter-tall bullies that tormented me when I first appeared here. Colored a deep, angry red, it looks almost veiny, which is not a fun image when the thing is the size of a house. Like the other slimes, it doesn't have eyes, but it's clearly noticed us, vibrating and coiling as it inches towards us while extending several tentacled feelers.

"It's just a slime, you can handle it," Zen says nonchalantly.

"Ew, no! You know I hate getting slime on my fur! Just zap it already!"

"You're so picky about the weirdest things..." Zen chuckles, standing and brushing the dirt from his hands. "I'm more concerned that we haven't found even a single bud. Maybe that's why the quest reward is so high? Did something happen to all the Holkweed around here?"

"ZEN!" Arryl grips her hammer harder as the slime begins accelerating, glooping messily over the grass as it stretches toward us, more and more of its body spilling from the cave entrance like some kind of long, giant snail. I draw my sword, my mind flashing back to all those hours of being mercilessly, brutally milked... Fuck, no, wait, don't get an erection, me...!!

CRAAAAACK!!!

Zen makes a motion like he's stabbing the fingers of his right hand down in a clawing motion, then turns and thrusts his hand back upward; and the ground explodes. Spear-like tentacles erupt from fissures, stabbing through the slime from all angles and pinning it to the spot. A moment later, a flash of light fills my vision, a loud, high-pitched whine hitting my ears alongside a harsh sizzle; and, when I blink the spots out of my eyes, the slime is gone, only a charred outline remaining.

"... Shit," I whistle. "Can all mages do that?"

Arryl sighs, putting away her hammer. "No, not all. He's... special, though I hate to say it." She glares at Zen. "You could have done that sooner, you dummy."

He shrugs. "I wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally destroy any Holkweed. It's a shame there's none around here, though." He turns to face me. "Ah, well. Shall we?"

He nods toward the cave. I nod back, sheathing my blade. The whole point of coming here was to find clues about my past. Well, that's what they're here for; I'm here to make sure I didn't hijack this body and ruin it beyond saving...

Stepping past the charred remnants of the slime, I step into the cave, breathing in that familiar air. The slime has already cleaned out the cave's interior, erasing all traces of the spunk and fluids that once drenched its walls. There's enough light spilling through the entrance to see, but Zen snaps his fingers and casts a ball of magic light anyway, brightening the surroundings. The cave feels smaller than I remember; it was small to begin with, but now that it's not draped in sweeping shadows, the size of it really hits home.

Zen murmurs quietly as he walks around, his eyes glowing softly as eloquent gibberish spills from his mouth. "What's he saying?" I ask Arryl as she crouches down by a wall.

"Detection magic," she replies simply. "He'll find any magic residue or similar mage shit. You and I should focus on finding anything that might jog your memory. Tracks, maybe, or a hair or something..."

I nod, moving to the other wall and starting my search. I doubt I'll find anything; after all, nothing stood out for that whole week I was stuck in here. It had been just me, my sword, and the slimes.

But that's when I notice a glimmer of red tucked into a crack between two rocks. It's so small I would never have seen it without Zen's light. Leaning closer, I peek between the two rocks, trying to determine what it is. A crystal, maybe?

Nope.

Before I can even blink, the wall erupts, stone shifting and cracking to reveal deep fissures of red. The rock isn't a wall at all; it's the chunky, armored outer layer of another fucking slime! Like cornflakes sprinkled on jello, the pieces of rock follow the movements of the slime underneath, splitting apart and yawning wide as the slime engulfs me whole. In an instant, I'm sucked in, the rock re-forming behind me to seal me in a stone tomb, Arryl and Zen's surprised shouts cut off as I'm slammed into silence.

"FUCK!" I shriek as I flail against the slime, feeling that familiar cold embrace, the relentless grip that seals my limbs into gooey shackles completely encasing me up to my knees and elbows. "No, no, not again, goddammit!!"

I'm in pitch black darkness, but it's not as cramped as I expected; judging from how my voice echoes slightly, I might be in some kind of side passage, hidden by this living wall. I'm not completely submerged in slime; only my limbs are tangled, the rest of my body hung out to dry.

Is this the main body of that giant red slime? A piece that survived? I have a sinking feeling the two are absolutely connected... which means this slime might be very, very angry at me.

Ooooooze~

I hear squelchy, slimy movement in front of me, followed by a dull flash as a small red light flickers to life in front of my eyes. It's a bioluminescent bulb like that of a deep-sea anglerfish... only it's connected to a female humanoid slime.

She's risen up from the slime around me, her lower half melded into the ocean of red, pulsing slime I can now see thanks to her light. I balk slightly at the sheer volume; I'm in some kind of small passageway as I thought, except the floors, walls, and ceiling are all covered in her slime. It drips down from above, sloshes in slow waves, and the blob of it that I'm stuck in is barely 5% of the whole mass. There's enough slime here to utterly drown me... But I quickly forget my terror when I fully take in the humanoid form in front of me.

Long hair that's a single mass of condensed slime. A small, devilish face, with slanted, narrow eyes staring at me disapprovingly. An upper body that's sinfully made, huge, swinging breasts tipped with hardened nipples colored a shade darker than the rest of her. A waist that cinches in before widening into plump, pillowy hips; and, though she doesn't have legs on account of being melded with the slime underneath me, she's got a fat ass twice the size of my own.

But what really draws my attention is her lips. Thick, full, bimbo lips colored a bright pink, a stark contrast to the rest of her face. It's like she's pumped those lips with a vacuum, just enough to be sexy without being over-the-top, and painted hot pink lipstick all over them.

My cock stirs in my pants despite myself. "H-Hi, there..." I whimper as she glares at me. "J-just so you know, I wasn't the one who destroyed the big slime outside; that was-- HYAH?!!"

Slime engulfs my lower half, wriggling under my clothes and ripping my pants away. "Ack, wait, no, I just bought those--!! Nyah, stop, stoooppp!!!"

Still with that disapproving glare in her eyes, she grabs my panties, tearing them to shreds. My cock flops out, quickly hardening to a full, shameful erection under her stare, and I yelp as one of her slimy hands grabs my base with enough force to leave marks. "Hieeekk!! Fuck, don't, please don't, I can't take a slime milking right now--!!!"

Oh, but my cock says I can, jumping eagerly in her grasp as she eyes it with a mix of disgust and fascination. That throbbing, nine-inch girlmeat weeps at her touch, precum already spilling down the length as I feel wetness pool between my legs. I let out a strangled gasp as she gives my cock a single, testing pump, her slimy hand sliding frictionlessly over the hot, hard flesh... before she brings her face closer, pursing those luscious thick lips, and plants a long, loud smooch on my tip.

"FUAAACCKK??!!!❤︎❤︎"

It burns.❤︎

Not in a painful way; the moment her mouth makes contact, it's like she's pressing a heat pack straight to my dick, only that heat pack is the lush, pillowy softness of her lips. Worse, the bright pink mark she leaves behind continues to burn well after she pulls away, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My hips jerk uncontrollably as she lets out a soft giggle, the lipstick mark on my cockhead flaring and shooting pleasure directly up my spine into my brain. Fuck, it's like the lipstick is heightening the sensitivity just in that area, fuck, fuck...!!❤︎

"I-Is that... Nnngghh...!!❤︎ An aphrodisiac?!!❤︎❤︎" I whine as my cock spurts precum weakly from within her iron grip. "F-fuck, that's cheating-- WAIT NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!❤︎❤︎"

KISS~!❤︎ SLOBBER~~❤︎❤︎ SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOOOCH~~!!❤︎❤︎

I arch my back in pure blissful agony as she firmly plants those thick, deadly lips against my cock again and again, leaving a bright pink kiss mark each time. Tight-lipped kisses, open-mouthed kisses, smearing, drooling kisses, she paints her lipstick on my cock like it's a canvas, and the aphrodisiac makes my already tender nerves scream.❤︎ I yelp and squeal with every kiss, writhing in the bonds as she peppers my flesh until drool spills down my chin and I'm babbling incoherently. And, through it all, she keeps that vice grip on my base, holding back the churning ocean of cum boiling up from my balls.

"FUHHUUCCK!! OH FUCK OH FUCK PLEASE PLEASE!!❤︎❤︎" I'm begging again; really, it feels like all I do is beg. What kind of a Hero am I?❤︎ Head thrown back, thighs spread wide as I buck my hips, my cock covered in pink lipstick marks that glow as if to mock me... Fuck, she's going after my balls now!!❤︎❤︎

"Mwah~❤︎ Slurrrrpp~!!❤︎❤︎" She's definitely making those sounds on purpose, staring deep into my soul as she rolls one nut between those thick, aphrodisiac-laced lips, letting the lipstick sink into my skin before sucking harder and lapping at my hyper-sensitive testes with her slimy, inhumanly flexible tongue. My balls are screaming just as much as I am, jumping and pumping in desperation, though all that thick, gooey spunk shoots right into the impassable barrier of her iron grip and comes to a grinding halt.

"GYAAAAAHHH!!❤︎❤︎ I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEAAASEEEE!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎" I arch my back to the absolute limit as she pulls back, admiring her work: a dirty, slutty futa cock covered in pink smears and big, sloppy slime marks. Giggling, she flicks my tip with a finger, and I yowl and squeal like a sow.❤︎

"Plea-hea-heaseeee!!❤︎❤︎❤︎" I moan pitifully. "Let me cummm!! Fuck, fuck, I'll do anything, let me cum, let me cum!!"

She tilts her head, and for the briefest moment, I feel a spark of hope; can she understand me?

But nope. She's just switching her target.

Because now those lips are descending on my twitching, overflowing labia.

"OH FUCK NO WAIT WAIT--!!"

Suffice it to say, I screamed so much I'm sure Zen and Arryl must have thought I was being brutally killed; because, in a sense, I was. By the time the slime pulled away again, licking her lips in satisfaction, every tender part of my crotch was covered in kiss marks. Glossy pink evidence of her victory tainted my trembling inner thighs, my tight, squeezing balls, my leaking cock, my dripping pussy lips, my twitching, begging clit, and she had paid special attention to my winking little asshole, smearing that aphrodisiac deep using her tongue and making my rectum so sensitive I came just from clenching lightly. And, of course, every time I clenched, I came, and every time I came, I clenched harder, and fuck fuck fuck fuck help meeeee!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎

How long has passed? It feels like hours, and there's still no sign of Arryl or Zen. What's taking them so long?! Fuck, the slime's got a look in her eyes that says she's going to do something even worse--!!❤︎ Hurry up and save meee!!

Toying with my hypersensitive cock, the slime rubs her cheek along the hot length, her slanted eyes narrowing in satisfaction. Her look of disgust is gone now, replaced with the smug confidence of a predator who knows her prey is utterly fucked. Opening her mouth wide, she teases the tip of my cock with her tongue, swirling around the head and making stars explode in my vision. My balls swell even further, crying for release, for mercy, for the sweet burn of the aphrodisiac to stop, and she seals her lips around my tip and finally lets go of the base of my cock.

"NNFFUUUUAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎"

The release is cataclysmic; all at once, gallons upon gallons of my pent up seed plow through my cock, erupting into her mouth like a geyser. She jolts in shock as the liquid pours into her body, clearly not expecting this volume; yet, she holds it all in, eagerly gulping and bobbing her head back and forth, smearing all her lipstick marks into a single pink blur running down the length of my cock and planting her lewdest kisses yet on my pelvis as she deepthroats my shaft. Plap! Plap! Plap!❤︎ Every time she pulls back, the drag of her thick lips over my skin makes my balls explode with a fresh wave of semen; and every time she sucks me to the root, the feeling of her slimy insides clamping tight on every inch of me sends me to the afterlife, only for [Plot Armor] to kick in as always.

SHLLUUURRRRPP!!❤︎ GLUCK, GLUCK, SUUUUUUCCKKK~~!!❤︎❤︎❤︎

I'm howling, I'm struggling, I'm praying to every god out there for mercy, and instead I feel slimy tendrils poking at my lower holes, thickening to unmistakable phallic shapes, and oh fuck I can't I can't if she fucks me with those tentacle cocks I'll fucking die for real...!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎ These fucking slimes, it's always the fucking slimes, it's not fair, it feels way too good...!!❤︎❤︎❤︎

CRAAAAAASH!!!

With a roar like a thunderclap, the ceiling caves in, debris and chunks of slime splattering everywhere as a massive hole opens to reveal the clear blue sky. A gigantic hammer swings up from the mess, doused in goop, and its wielder shrieks, "YUCK!! FUCK, I TOLD YOU, ZEN! FUCK, FUCK, GROSS!!!"

"Oh, good, this was the right spot." Zen's head appears at the edge of the hole. "Doing okay, Sofia--? Oh. Oh, fuck, that's hot."

The slime hisses, peeling off my cock and turning around, glaring at the two intruders. The goo around Arryl rears up, trying to grab her, but she swings her hammer in a wide arc, sending out a shockwave that blasts the slime away from her, clearing out a perfect circle in the middle of the gooey red lake.

"Sit tight, Sofia! We're coming to save you!" Zen leaps down from the hole, landing with a thump next to Arryl. The slime girl growls, and I feel the goop binding me tug hard, dragging me backward as more slime encases my body, flowing between my legs, hardening in dangerous places...

"OH FUCK FUCK SAVE MEEEEEE!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎" I manage to shout before the slime fully entombs me, leaving me encased in red goo, mouth open in a permanent squeal, the slime around my nether regions morphing into tools designed to violate futas until they turn into obedient little cum cows.❤︎

"Shit, she's going to try and break Sofia," Zen whistles. "See all the ripples in the slime around her crotch? Those things are moving at vibration speeds. This isn't some garden-variety slime... OW!!"

Arryl whacks him across the back of the head. "What the fuck are you doing, pervert?! Stop admiring the damn thing and fight!!"

"Ngghh... I mean, I would be more worried, but look how happy Sofia looks! That's the face of someone having the time of their-- OUCH!! Okay, okay, I'm fighting, I'm fighting!!"

The slime girl roars, gathering all the goo around her to form a towering, tentacled monstrosity. Zen and Arryl strike battle poses, Zen's playful gaze hardening into deep focus, Arryl's hammer glittering with light that dances like flames.

"""RAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!!!"""