Warm Elixirs Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Wriggling Fantasies

Monster: 3 rd Floor Slime

Tags: Sex Toys, Voyeuristic Masturbation, Solo Play, Long Tongue, Oxygen Deprivation and Choking, Sapphic

Ailill moaned happily as the other woman's tongue plunged deeper into her throat.

The elf felt herself growing wetter as her own fingers pinched and massaged her clit, the toy still exploring her vagina. Ailill almost wished that her other hand was free so that it could pinch and pull on her breasts; they may have been small, but they were still sensitive.

Tarrakh's tongue did not let her breathe. Ailill was in heaven. The less oxygen her brain received, the closer she felt herself to cumming. She clenched her legs, which made the tentacle inside of her press against her inner walls. It wriggled in response, trying to escape the pressure, but only ensuring the elf's pleasure was heightened.

As the heat inside Ailill grew, she felt her consciousness begin to slip away.

.....

A couple of weeks had passed since Eryn and Fennel's experience with the goblin aphrodisiac. In that time, the potion maker had managed not only to recreate the oil, but she had found a supplier of ingredients too.

Thankfully, most of the ingredients could be obtained in town. The main components were river oysters, which she could easily buy from one of her main customers, Geb. Incidentally, the dwarf had grown very curious as to what would require such an ingredient. So, once he heard, he agreed to exchange the ingredient for the completed potion. Eryn kept experimenting and managed to dilute the mollusk's intense heat-inducing properties. Having tried the goblin stuff firsthand, she figured it'd be like introducing a horny drug to the town, so she decided to lower its intensity by just a smidge. Otherwise, she'd be in jail before they got to sell any monster products. The oil's other main ingredient was a bean; well, the pulp and seeds inside. That one would be more problematic. The plant grew in tropical weather, which Nuovoun did not have. The goblins had mentioned something about harvesting it from the lower floors of the dungeon, and Iofiel did mention there was a jungle floor, but no information as to how to safely get down there was exchanged. Even so, they did trade some of the seeds for her supplies, so her stock (especially considering how she was diluting the aphrodisiac) would last her for some time.

Eryn had been correct in her assessment. Since the aphrodisiac oil, which she was now calling "G-Oil"--Fennel had just suggested the name as a joke, but she had not been able to come up with an alternative after it had drilled itself into her brain--wasn't made from monster parts, it wasn't an illegal product (technically). Pushing down her pride, Eryn had asked Geb to promote it with his drinking buddies. Sales weren't incredible, but the store now saw a couple of people a day. Well, apart from the two regulars. It was a small amount of gold, but just enough to pay the Ferrets their commission and ask for another expedition.

Fennel had come up with the next idea. They were going to hunt for slimes, specifically, their cores.

The dungeon's 3rd floor was in stark contrast with the 2nd. One could even question if the pleasant plains had been placed intentionally as a way to lower the guards of those who would decide to explore them. Iofiel and Ruby directed everyone to a marked well. There was a staircase inside it. Carefully, they all managed to climb down (Adela, despite her stature, had the most trouble due to her armor). They were all welcomed by cold stone. This was what Fennel associated more with dungeons, underground mazes with monsters at every corner. Walls that grew so tall and did not allow for any other strategy other than push on.

It took the Ferrets (and shopkeepers) a few hours to find their mark. As if the dungeon had listened to their plans, it made sure that they only ran into giant scorpions, skeletons, and minor constructs. Although Eryn and Fennel were asked to keep away, these monsters were so weak that the pair was able to try the couple of weapons they had brought. Eryn had prepared different offensive potions (that ignited or froze the enemy, for instance) and poisons. Fennel had brought a ring they had been working on; it enhanced the strength of what they threw, so even a pebble could become somewhat dangerous.

Eventually, they ran into the slimes.

Slimes, as their name so sagaciously implies, are creatures made of slimy ooze. Some are acidic in nature, melting their prey. Others prefer to attack the mind, capturing humanoids to use as food or for breeding while also releasing a duplicate back into the world. The slimes on this floor, however, were much weaker. They could only depend on their tentacles to slam opponents down. This didn't mean they were without challenge, however. Cheap armor could easily be bent by their strength. The slimes were of a light green coloration, translucent too. Inside them, floating in ever-changing positions, was what they had actually come for: a reddish sphere of no more than five centimeters in diameter. A slime would only truly die if that organ was destroyed, which is why fire magic, which boiled all the liquid that made up their bodies, was so effective against them. Incidentally, what Fennel needed was that exact sphere. Undamaged, of course.

Those poor first three slimes did not even know what hit them. Ailill decided to try and use a weaker fire spell. She chanted:

"Cinder!"

However, the elf had grown so accustomed to monsters in lower levels that even the spell she considered "weak" was too powerful. The goo bubbled, filling the room with an acrid stench, and the core fell to the ground charred and useless.

Iofiel and Tarrakh decided to try a much more traditional approach. They tried to cut through the slime to obtain the red core. At first, their plan appeared to work; the sphere began to grow exposed, but the slime noticed their intention and began to shift it around to avoid their hands. Eventually, it moved it just as Iofiel thrust his sword. He pierced it, and the slime melted away, dead.

It would be Adela and Ruby who would be able to recover the first specimens. Each using their talents, they found a similar way of accessing the core; they had to make the slime sluggish. Adela cast a spell on it: thin ropes of light wrapped themselves around the creature. It tried to slide out, but the magic was not that simple; it moved along with the ooze, not letting it move. Eventually, the slime's fatigue beat it, and Adela slid her gloved hand into it, pulling the reddish core out while smiling and making a peace sign with her free one. Fennel ran to her and encased it in a bottle.

Ruby's technique was just as effective, if a bit cruder. He simply pulled out a vial; it was filled with a paralyzing toxin, he explained. Deftly, he jumped over the creature while pouring some drops in. The toxin did its magic; the slime began to coagulate, having trouble moving. With that, he simply asked Iofiel to cut around the core and retrieved another.

"Won't it break out?" Tarrakh asked as she brought Fennel the sixth core, Adela' and Ruby's methods working effectively.

"It can't," they replied, "these slimes can only expand as much as their environment allows them to. If they are out, like this, in the dungeon, they will grow to their maximum size. However, by capturing the core in a limited space, they can only form enough ooze to fill the bottle. In the upper floors, they are not as smart or powerful; they won't be able to figure out that glass is fragile."

"Do not say that too loudly," Iofiel replied dryly, "maybe the others will learn."

Everyone was caught off guard by the deadpan joke, but it did get a smile out of them.

With ten cores in their bags--nine by the time they reached the town--Fennel explained what their new product would be.

"Slime orbs!" they said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Slime orbs?" everyone replied confusedly.

"Yes! Apart from space in which to thrive, slimes need liquid from which to grow. They can use basically any source of moisture to generate a quite solid ooze; they'd be an amazing building material..."

Noticing they were starting to get off track, Eryn gave a slight cough to bring her spouse back.

"Right! The plan is to coat the cores in a special membrane that I've been working on. With the enchantments on it, the core would be forced to: a) only draw sustenance from a specific liquid, b) sustain their form for a limited time and with a controlled shape, and c) preserve the slime's life despite being only a core."

"And how will it work for the venture you and Eryn are attempting?" Iofiel asked.

"In all honesty, I hadn't fully developed that until I saw Ruby's plan for obtaining the core. Since the ooze that makes up the slime's body can be influenced by what it feeds on, I'd have Eryn create a solution based on the G-Oil. With that, we could nudge the slimes to try and explore our buyers' 'entrances'. It's one of the safest ways to actually use monsters, I think."

"Oh, like a living dildo?" Adela succinctly asked.

Fennel grew slightly embarrassed at how simply she put it, but nodded, nonetheless.

"By limiting it to a specific fluid and giving it a time limit, they also won't just drink the moisture of their hosts until they become an actual dangerous monster again."

The adventurers looked at each other, intrigued by the concept.

"I..." Fennel continued, "I would also need someone to help me test it... Please."

To the clayling's surprise, even if the Nimble Ferrets blushed, a hand went up, Tarrakh's.

"I've got decent endurance," the dragonkin began--hiding her own curiosity. "I can make sure it does last the time it needs to."

Adela began to raise her own hand, intrigued by what spots the slime could reach. However, she felt a tug on her shoulder. She turned and saw Ailill with a pleading (and pathetic) expression.

"What?" the healer mouthed.

"Let me," Ailill replied.

"Why?" she knew, but she wanted to "hear" it from the elf's lips.

"Please, Adela, I need this," Ailill begged.

"Fine, but you better use your chance."

"Thank you!"

Ailill raised her hand.

"I- I don't have the best endurance, but we could test how it reacts to the mana in my body...?" the elf prayed that her excuse sounded convincing.

Fennel's eyes widened.

"Of course! I hadn't thought of that!"

Success! the elf thought.

"Perfect! Then, go home, rest, and be back here by tonight. I'll have the orbs ready."

Eryn handed the Ferrets their pay as they all left.

Ailill could barely hide the pep in her step. Yes, this was her perfect chance to actually confess to Tarrakh. They'd be together, sharing the experiment, wearing nothing, but with no distractions. Oh, it would be so romantic! Erotic too...

Ailill gave her sleeve a horny nibble as her fantasies drifted her away.

.....

"You add a few drops, like this..." Fennel stuck their tongue out as they carefully applied the tonic to the slime core.

Ailill and Tarrakh observed intently. Well, Tarrakh did. Ailill just acted as she did. Her thoughts were all over the place. First, she felt frustrated. For her, the afternoon had gone by at a snail's pace. When she was finally told to come to Warm Elixirs, she felt like running, but she did try to retain some decorum.

"How do we get it to stop?"

"A few splashes of-"

Second, a hunger--for the dragonkin, actually, it was much more of a desperation for the elf--had already begun to form inside her. Her imagination had suggested a few ways this could go.

"Do remember to avoid feeding the core any-"

Thirdly, Ailill realized she was no better than a creep. As Tarrakh had squatted to see Fennel's hands more clearly, Ailill had gotten a clear view of her toned ass; a sliver of her back was exposed too. Similarly, the dragonkin did not appear to be wearing a bra, so Ailill was also drawn to the hypnotic way her chest hung as she tilted her torso forward.

Gods, help me... the wizard thought, praying that she was at least being somewhat discreet.

"And that should be it! Any questions?"

"None from me, Ailill?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to ask something?" Tarrakh turned to her. Ailill could've gotten herself lost in those eyes but tried to return to reality.

"Nope... I mean, no. It was all perfectly clear. Although, you do want us to summarize how this goes, right?"

"If you don't mind," Fennel replied, "it could really help iron some kinks, pun not intended, out."

I'm keeping a copy of those notes to myself, though, Ailill thought lecherously.

"Well, then," Fennel gave a small clap, "Um... Enjoy these things, I guess? Sorry, still haven't figured out how to talk about them. Anyway, do tell how each of your experiences goes."

"Each?" Ailill repeated coldly.

"Yes? As we were saying, we need a bit of a controlled environment for this, well, experiment. Thankfully, you two live apart, right?"

"Right..." the elf responded, her brain going into overdrive.

Ailill didn't care much for slimes. Some could be immune to many of her spells, so she despised quite a few varieties, actually. To be completely honest, as if it weren't apparent already, she had only begged Adela to swap because she wanted to test these toys with Tarrakh. And now, her dreams were all melting away. Almost catatonically, Ailill left the store with the dragonkin.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home," Tarrakh said, raising some of the wizard's spirits.

As the pair walked through the town, they made small talk. They mentioned how Nuovoun continued to grow, how there were new adventurers arriving every day, how mysterious the idea of dungeons still were--since Ailill was highly interested in them, she carried most of the conversation--, and the strangeness of their new job.

"Can't say I dislike it, though," said Tarrakh.

"Really?"

"Well, it beats killing monsters and having to be chased by them all day."

"True, but what if we have to 'experiment' with something nasty?"

"Like?"

"Oh, I don't know... But I do draw the line at the undead."

Tarrakh exploded in laughter.

"There is no way in hell that someone could actually ask Eryn or Fennel for a toy based on that. On top of it all, wouldn't that be necrophilia?"

"Technically no, but..."

"If you have to use the words 'technically' and 'necrophilia' together, you are digging yourself into a terrible hole."

This time, it was Ailill who laughed.

"Fair, fair. Even so, I am not budging, just in case."

The pair stopped when they had reached a three-floor building. The place announced itself as the Open Door Inn, but most people inside were adventurers who rented rooms just to have their stuff in one place as they explored the dungeon. So, the innkeeper was mostly just a landlord with a kinder-sounding title. Even so, Ailill had her own room, which none other members in her party did, and a decent amount of space as well. It was more expensive than what the rest of the Ferrets paid, true. However, she was more obsessive with her standards of living, previous roommates had said.

"Well, this is me," Ailill said, turning to Tarrakh.

"You sure that you're okay with this? You looked a bit out of it when Fennel was explaining it."

Damn it! Ailill thought, realizing she wasn't as discreet as she had hoped.

"Oh no, it's perfectly fine!" She shook her hands erratically.

"If you say so... Then, hope you enjoy playing with the new toy," Tarrakh winked at Ailill and began to walk away.

"Wait! T!"

Tarrakh turned to the elf.

"Would you...?"

Tarrakh kept her eyes on Ailill's. The elf extended her hand.

"Maybe I... We...?"

"Yeah?"

"... Let's compare notes before we tell Fennel how we did, okay?"

"Oh, okay. Sure, sounds good. Good night, Ailill."

"You too..."

Disappointed and frustrated with herself, Ailill marched into her home, cringing at her lack of a spine as she drew herself a hot bath.

.....

The elf carefully observed the orb she had been given. She prodded at the membrane covering the red core. It was much tougher than it appeared. Ailill focused on the thin and minuscule runes that ran along the transparent skin. A simple, if effective, enchantment to avoid any escape from the inside; only liquids could go through it. The simplest enchantments usually worked the best. Similarly, Ailill held the bottle Fennel had prepared. It had a few milliliters of liquid feed for the creature.

Maybe it had not been the smartest idea, but she had decided to masturbate in the tub. It all began with an earnest effort to simply clean herself; she could swear it! However, as the scene with Tarrakh replayed in her mind, she grew more and more frustrated. A swift rub of her knuckle against her clit was enough to detonate the hunger inside of her. It had been quick, two of her fingers digging into her entrance as her other hand pressed on her breasts; they would then move to her throat, applying just enough pressure. She imagined it was Tarrakh pinning her down, their bodies finally entwining. She felt terrible after she came, the clarity of how embarrassing that Ailill, the adult that she was, would be acting in such a way. And yet, she was so terrified of the dragonkin telling her that she didn't feel the same way. Weren't fantasies better?

No, they were not. Fantasies were no substitute for the heat of her body, for the roughness of her scales, for the tenderness of her calloused hands...

Not being able to hold back anymore, Ailill pocketed the slime, got dressed, and left the Open Door Inn.

Iofiel had once told her where he and Tarrakh lived. So, the elf began to make her way to their home.

"This is a stupid idea..." she said to herself, despite not changing her course.

Tarrakh and Iofiel's home was a humble one. A one-floor building, walls of wood and a base of stone. A small chimney poked out on the roof, for those cold days in winter. Ailill had seen it a couple of times, but always from the outside; usually as the Ferrets waited for their strongest and their leader. The elf was unsure as to how the pair that inhabited the home had met, and she could not help the jealousy bubbling inside her when she saw them together. They had a closeness that was not too dissimilar to Adela and Ruby's. She didn't share that, not even with Eryn. She was the only one who lived alone, after all.

Ailill found herself in front of the house's door. She hesitated. Deep breath in, deep breath out. As her knuckles approached the wooden surface, she realized the door was slightly ajar.

She gently opened it.

The home was silent. One could be easily persuaded to think there was no one there. And yet, small shadows danced near the walls. Ailill began to follow them until...

"Nghh..."

She heard a soft moan.

Ailill began to move as discreetly as possible in the sound's direction. Lights and shadows became clearer as she approached. Incidentally, the moans grew louder.

The elf reached the doorway to a room. As silently as she possibly could, she peeked inside. An incredible display awaited her.

Before her, kneeling, was Tarrakh. Her beautiful face flushed with pleasure. Her mouth was agape; she was panting, barely with enough strength for the moans to leave her lips. The tip of her tongue hung from the side of her mouth; Ailill had a clear view of Tarrakh's sharp teeth, and a desire to have them pressed against her throat, covering her in marks, filled the elf.

Ailill tilted her body closer, rubbing her legs together, as if that could help hide and satisfy the lust that began to build inside her. Unconsciously, her hand began to travel down her torso and into the hem of her skirt, past her panties, just barely rubbing the skin of her folds through the soft cloth.

Tarrakh ground her hips on something; her large breasts bounced as she did. Momentarily, Ailill thought it was the dragonkin's own tail; due to the dazzling golden color, she soon realized her mistake. The thing under Tarrakh wriggled; it pumped itself inside of the scaled woman. With the flexibility only liquid could have, it parted her, exploring the inside of her pussy. Tarrakh inhaled sharply, her eyes opening wide, as something poked her from the inside; not even her toned abs could hide the slight bulge that appeared from the sudden movement. From under the skin, Ailill could see a reddish glow, the slime's core. Could the slime have drunk from her juices, and thus have turned the same wondrous color as Tarrakh's scales?

"More, more..." Tarrakh hoarsely ordered.

The slime listened.

With a newly ignited passion, the living dildo buried itself deeper into Tarrakh, as if trying to enter her cervix. Tarrakh lost all intent of restraining herself; she slammed her hips on the floor, aiding the slime's exploration of her sex. Similarly, Ailill could not hold back anymore; simply rubbing her fingers against her labia was no longer enough, the moistness of her panties could attest to that. So, as Tarrakh penetrated herself with the slime, Ailill sat down, leaning on the wall. She parted her lower lips with her thumb and ring fingers, her index and middle going inside the dripping wet opening.

Using discreet head turns as her only guide, Ailill tried to match her rhythm to Tarrakh's, even if it was only like this. She wanted them to be connected, to be one.

Tarrakh, with her final bit of strength, pushed herself into the slime as hard as she could, taking it fully. The golden fluid all being swallowed by her vagina. Tarrakh leaned back, placing a hand on the floor to keep from toppling over as she came. Her free hand roughly massaged her breast, digging her nails into it, before sliding down to her abdomen, where she pressed on the reddish glow of the slime's core. Even as she climaxed, she kept grinding her hips on the living dildo, trying to get it to squeeze as much pleasure as possible from the aftershocks of her climax.

With a blissed-out expression and glistening with sweat, Tarrakh exhaled, letting her incredibly long tongue hang from her mouth. She panted tiredly as she tried to recover from the intense surge of pleasure.

"Mmph," Ailill could not help but moan as she observed the satisfaction in the gorgeous woman's face. How she craved to be the one who could give her such delight. To be the one in between her legs, barely breathing as her muscly thighs pressed on her throat, limiting the air flowing into her brain. No more thoughts, only focused on pushing her tongue into Tarrakh, drinking from her delectable nectar.

The elf increased her pace, rapidly pushing fingers inside her quim, hooking her finger to have the tip of it, and the knuckle, pressing on both sides of her sensitive inner walls. She turned once more to try and imprint the visage of the satisfied Tarrakh. However, she was face to face with a scaled knee.

She tilted her head back, looking up.

A sweaty, muscular woman, covered in scales, stood before her. She was leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed, fully enthralled with Ailill.

"Please, don't stop on my account. I am quite enjoying the show, actually."

Despite how smug she sounded, Ailill could still see the slime holding onto Tarrakh's groin, pushing itself inside the woman. The dragonkin tried to hide it, but her expression betrayed her heated desire; her eye twitched briefly, her breathing was silent but still ragged, and she tried to sneak by carnal pants. Tarrakh was still just as horny as Ailill.

Even so, the elf's heart sank as it dawned on her she had been caught.

The dragonkin knelt down, her expression shifting slightly as the slime rearranged itself inside her. She slid her hands under Ailill's armpits and began to carry her. The elf could only manage a confused yelp as she saw how the floor grew further and further away. Once Ailill was completely immobilized by Tarrakh carrying her, the dragonkin pressed her against the wall. It hurt just enough to elicit a pleasured moan from the elf.

"You have been a very naughty girl, spying on me," Tarrakh said sultrily.

"I- Well- You see-" Ailill mumbled, shaking erratically, but not managing to move a centimeter.

"How do you plan to resolve the predicament you have found yourself in?"

Instinctively, Ailill found her eyes shifting to the trail of liquid flowing from between Tarrakh's legs.

"Ah, I see..." the dragonkin responded. "Yes, that sounds like a competent way, but first."

Tarrakh pressed her lips against Ailill's. Oh, it was pure bliss for the elf to have her tongue being sucked on by Tarrakh, even when she briefly managed to push her own into the dragonkin's mouth--tracing the sharp fangs inside--she would soon find the muscular woman's much longer tongue forcing itself into the elf's mouth, leaving Ailill at Tarrakh's mercy.

Once the pair remembered they needed to breathe, Tarrakh said:

"Thought you'd never come."

She planted another kiss on the elf's lips.