Losing Levels to a Slime Ch. 04

I stirred awake with a small groan, the headache that greeted me as I attempted to open my eyes in the flickering torchlight made me squeeze them shut once more. I must've fallen asleep without realizing it. And the way my bare back was sticking to the stone floor of the dungeon told me exactly why I still felt so tired and sore.

I squinted, turning to push myself up to a sitting pos-

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A goblin? The sound was unmistakable, it must have wandered into the witch's hut. Vile creature... but why didn't I detect it earlier? It must be within twenty feet of Mae's cell, and even on no sleep I should've-

Level 372. My heightened senses that I had grown so used to were starting to fail. Before, I would've noticed it before it even stepped foot through the door upstairs. Sweat beaded on my brow, dread filling the pit of my stomach. What was I still doing here? Giving into pleasure at the cost of my life's work, the lives of my city's people, of all humans if I didn't defeat the demon king. Raging embarrassment bore through me, replacing the dread, but I shook it off. Not now, not while there was danger here.

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I forced my eyes open, looking around in a panic for my sword. Where had I left it?! I could hear its footsteps getting closer, echoing through the hall as I looked around until-

I looked over my shoulder as I heard the goblin reach where I was laying, holding a small copper knife in its hand. But it wasn't looking at me, even as it stopped. It must've been pretty low level, a couple dozen at most, maybe four and half feet tall with a rotund green belly folded over its loincloth- With a fully erect, foot long dick protruding from beneath it.

I froze in place. Not because I was scared in the slightest of such a low level monster. But because of what we were now both staring at. Mae, lying on the floor in the middle of the dungeon hall.

She looked nothing like she had last night. Her massive breasts had shrunken to be nearly flat, she was shorter, skinnier, only a foot taller than the goblin that towered over her. My eyes found her life orb, faintly glowing, still in the cell, protected in an orb of slimy goo a couple feet across. I had passed over it when I was looking for a weapon, I was so used to seeing it now. But it wasn't with her main body, like it usually was. The rest of her form was seeping around it, hiding in the cracks of the stone all over the floor, walls, ceiling, spilling out of the cell itself. All the leftover slime, from what she didn't need to make this form.

But the goblin didn't care about the life orb that would make it the strongest goblin in its entire clan, sitting only a couple of feet away, hundreds of levels so easy for the taking. My levels. I swallowed. Maybe I should take-

The goblin let out a loud squeal, lustful glee as it pounced onto Mae's figure, grabbing her slimy hip with one hand while it pressed its knife against her neck. My body tensed, and I heard her scream out in terror. "N-no! No please! Have mercy!" She sobbed, choking on the words, and panic set in me once more. I had to save her. Had to, it was my duty as the he-

I looked over at the orb sitting in front of me once more, floating in the ball of goo. The only weak point of a slime. Sitting there. She did nothing except break down into tears as she held herself beneath the blade that wouldn't do a single thing to keep her there. But the terror on her face was real. Viscerally real, tears streaking down her cheeks as she trembled, hair splayed behind her pointed ears-

She was tricking it. A goblin, greedy monsters that did nothing but loot and pillage, stealing shiny objects and assaulting the women of the towns they invaded. Mae somehow knew exactly what would trigger that innate greed inside of it, presenting herself as a young elven girl, slim and easy to pin down for even a low level monster. The kind of prize a goblin hoard would fight with each other to have a chance of claiming, lying helpless on the floor in front of it.

Unnerving. That was the only way to describe it, the pit in my stomach from the realization of just how intelligent she was. Had she always been? It felt so long ago now, when I had thought I had rescued her, helped her... Or had I fallen for it the same way this goblin had-

That uncomfortable thought was cut off by the sound of Mae's scream, my eyes snapping back over to her as I watched the goblin plunge its girthy cock directly into the slime, so high on the pleasure that it didn't notice its knife was now plunging an inch into her neck. I forced myself to look, to stop flinching at each moment of Mae's act. It isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real.

The goblin pulled back as far as it could manage before ramming back in as fast as it could, letting out a high pitched shriek as it rammed deep inside of her, to a depth that would've killed a real elf if his knife hadn't already done so. It was completely enthralled, the knife loosely hanging in its grip as it grabbed onto her slimy hips, watching her petite, perky breasts wobble with the motion of its thrusting.

The scene played out for minutes, Mae's screams and pleading slowly diminishing to whimpers, the goblin's drooling saliva sparkling in the torchlight for brief moments before sinking into her body as it leaned forward, licking at her protruding nipples, until finally it thrust forward as hard as it could, its hips and thighs sinking into the slime as it came, ropes of cum shooting through the center of her body, milky white streaks that reached all the way up to her chest before being absorbed into nothingness.

The sound of its knife clattering against the stone as it suddenly became too weak to hold it echoed throughout the dungeon, the sound snapping me awake. It wasn't just the goblin that had been in a trance. I looked down at what I already felt trying to breach into my thoughts, my cock, fully hard, a bead of precum sitting on the tip. Surely it wasn't, it wasn't from watching that, from wanting that-

My breathing quickened as I stared, my body betraying what my mind refused to acknowledge, adrenaline coursing through me. I turned to look back at them, but they were gone, the sound of the goblin's footsteps disappearing into the depths of the dungeon, the pools and tendrils of slime gathering as Mae chased after what was left of its levels.

It had run, in terror. The adrenaline forced me to my feet as a wave of shame that a goblin was smarter than I had been after I had learned what was happening when I first came inside of her.

But I knew now, and she was gone. I couldn't bring myself to chase her down and kill her, reclaim my levels, but I could stop the bleeding here. I could return to my adventure, slay more monsters until I was back to where I had been. I knew it would take years, but I had to. Had to fight for the people that suffered under the demon king's rule, to carry their hope as their chosen hero.

I grabbed my supplies, my sword, and my shield, so much heavier in my arms than they had been, and left the cell, running in the opposite direction, back towards the witch's hut, towards freedom.

My legs shook as I ascended the staircase. Level 312. I had been a teenager when I had reached that, not even of age yet. But I felt stronger then than I do now, I thought, as I collapsed, sweaty, in the room where I had slain the witch, dropping the shield that felt like it weighed as much as a dragon to the floor as I sat against the wooden wall.

Still, the blood refused to drain from my cock. Standing up, throbbing gently, taunting me, shaming me.

I needed to clear my head. I hadn't had a real orgasm in days, now, and it was messing with my mind, sending images of Mae's body to me each time I closed my eyes. Her initial, small, slender form, barely recognizable as humanoid, to what she had looked like last night. Those massive, heaving, jiggly tits, a pussy that felt like the real thing, trapping you with her thick, curvy thighs-

My cock bounced, aching now. No, I wouldn't stroke to the thought of her, cum to her, I had to let her go. I closed my eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath as I forced myself to relive the memories that I always did on my journey, late at night with no woman to help me release my pent up needs. Beautiful women I had spent nights with before my journey to defeat the demon king, all eager for a chance to sleep with the hero. My hand wrapped around my cock, and began to stroke, something I had done hundreds of times during my journey.

"Ahhh... yesssss... Will- harder..." Her legs anchored on my hips as I thrust into her, I could still remember her deep moans as I fucked her, her waist-length brown hair that smelled like the pastries she baked every morning.

"Lucille..." I muttered under my breath as my hand moved faster, picturing the mature, kind woman at the bakery, how my fingers would sink into the soft rolls of her belly each time I bent her over the counter. So soft, softer than the dough she kneaded, softer than-

Not softer than a slime, not even close. I breathed, recalling the feeling of her wet pussy latching onto me, how fast she could make me cum when she wanted to. My hand felt like sandpaper scraping against my shaft. The memory, the sensation, it wasn't enough. I took another deep breath, opening my eyes. Swallowed. Wiped my hand against my chest, leaving the sweat smeared across my skin.

It happened, getting too caught up in the moment, my grip starting to stick. I wiped the rest of the sweat off my cock, slicking my hand in precum before loosely wrapping around it once more, settling back against the wall.

Nora, only a couple years older than me, and already an elite swordmaster, one of my best teachers. Her happy-go-lucky, lopsided smile, sparkling blue eyes. The enthusiasm she had on her face when she was teaching the next generation of students, how she'd blush when little Myri would hug her after a lesson.

The way she teased me when she caught me admiring her tanned, athletic body, even when her nipples were visible through her top as she did. She loved the attention, loved to hear compliments each time I licked her tits, abs, pussy. My hips bucked into the air involuntarily as it washed back over me, my pace increasing as I felt her riding me in that constant, unyielding way of hers, my hand gripping as tight as her pussy as I pumped and pumped and pumped-

I couldn't feel it, that welling up inside, that urge, building up from the base of my cock that I would hold back for as long as I could before the inevitable explosion. There was nothing to hold back, no pleasure to enjoy. I gasped for air, staring down at my cock like it was some kind of foreign object, something that had attached to my body without me realizing it, a parasite, greedy for attention with no sign of satisfaction.

It hadn't been like this just yesterday, so eager to cum, drowning in pleasure with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm as Mae squeezed it tighter than even Nora could-

My cock twitched, and I shivered as a glob of precum pooled on its tip. Just the thought of her was sending a wave of helpless desire coursing through me. I grit my teeth, refusing to touch it while thinking about her. However much I hated to admit it, I barely knew her. It had been barely a couple of days since I had found myself down here.

I thought back to that goblin, how it had fled in panic, its body weakened and slow. There was no doubt she had caught up to it. Like a predator, hunting her prey. Was that all I was? Like a newbie adventurer being swallowed by a mimic, tricked into being the monster's next meal.

Still, when I first met her, her worry, her trepidation, her wonder, it had all been so real, so intelligent, so human-like.

But I had a destiny to fulfill, and she was strong enough, smart enough to survive without my help. She proved it with that goblin. It was a monster too, I shouldn't feel bad for getting what it deserved. If she had been a real elf, it would've done the same... it thought she was. Was she still in that form now? Or had she abandoned it when she chased after it, trapping it in a slimy prison as she stroked it, drowning its cock in pulsating, sucking wet slime, her hold only tightening further which each subsequent level she took until-

A cold sweat dripped from my chin. Why was I still hard, with that horrifying image in my mind? No, why was I getting harder? It was starting to ache now, so full and ready to cum that it was painful, but I couldn't, wouldn't stroke to the thought of that, as if I was envious of a monster. I shuddered, drawing a shaky breath, letting my eyelids slowly close.

One last face started to appear. Elena, the princess. Daughter of the Queen who sent me on my hero's journey. My face heated as I realized who I had chosen, the sweet princess who gave me a blushing farewell kiss on the cheek, who told me she would be waiting for my return. I felt a flash of shame as my hand took hold of my shaft once more while thoughts of the sacred beauty I wanted to marry after my journey fueled it.

But I pushed past it as I finally felt the smallest twitches of real pleasure, tingling, desperate pleasure as I imagined what sex with the girl I swore an oath to protect would be like, to watch her blushing face as she undressed, revealing the modest curves that were always wrapped in royal silk, how she'd cover her face as I straddled her slender frame, her hazel eyes peeking through her fingers as she watched me take her virginity-

The fantasy I had been suppressing for years, too impure for a noble hero to masturbate to during his fated quest, was now playing like a recent memory as I stroked my cock as fast as I could, helplessly whimpering as my hips bucked in the air, pools of sweat soaking into the wooden floor I was laying on.

It was a gentle, tender moment. Taking this fragile, beautiful woman in my arms, comforting her as she bled, slowly pushing myself deeper and deeper into her, listening to her breathing catch with each further inch, until she whispered for me to start moving, back and forth, back and forth, as we consummated our loving marriage. As slow as she needed, until she was finally begging for me to go faster, moaning, clawing at the sheets as she tensed, ready to receive my child, to have her womb flooded by the great hero she adored, the one who slayed the demon king.

I could feel it starting to well up, my curse ready to be broken. I rolled over on the floor, propping myself up on my knees as I furiously stroked, so fast that I could feel my cock starting to heat, my balls tightening as days of backed up cum ached to spill out-

"I'm sorry princess-" There was no time to cherish this special moment between us, no time to admire the beauty of my loving wife. "Elena, I'm... sorry..." She had to understand. There was no time to explain, my hips bucking as fast as they could as I held myself up on one shaking arm. I couldn't let this chance slip away from me, she had to, she had to understand- I pressed myself between her folds as hard and fast as I could, pounding into her hips like a goblin with its prey.

She wasn't screaming, she was happy, happy to be taken by me, the great hero, happy to be so desired that she could put me in this state, tears rolling down my face as I gasped for breath, ready to cum, ready to breed her, to claim her, to impregnate her-

Not a single drop spilled. The skin on my cock was raw, tender, painful to touch, but my hand refused to let go of its death grip, even as the sensation of an oncoming orgasm began to fade-

The princess faded from the bed beneath me, and I saw a new face, one I barely knew, yet felt so warm and familiar. Elena's perky, small breasts began to swell, bigger and bigger, bouncing with addicting heft, so much bigger, better, softer. Blue, translucent, jiggling tits-

My fingers dug into the floor, wet with tears as I reached out and groped one, squeezing it, feeling the nipple against my palm as I railed her, fucked Mae with everything I had, that perfect, wet, tight pussy.

It was coming back, that sensation I so desperately craved. "Mae... Mae... I love you..."

I collapsed, dizzy, the image fading from view as I fell forward, hitting my head hard on the floor. And then it turned black, the only movement was my heaving chest, struggling to breathe even as I fell unconscious, and my throbbing, twitching, hard cock. A single drop of precum sank into the floorboards.