Luncheon With The Slime

Author's Note: Sorry if my writing style is all over the place, I lose track of how I'm writing as I think of each scene. All characters are 18+

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Garren was born the heir of his father, lacking neither money nor status, and felt as if the world were at his fingertips. Surely he wasn't the most affluent of individuals, but being a noble required tiresome banquets and soirees where he had no choice but to mingle with others of high society. Not to mention his duties as the heir of his household, the stress of it all was undeniably a heavy weight on his shoulders. Garren hardly had an outlet to let out all this steam built within himself. He couldn't bring himself to frequent prostitutes, as it would bring shame to his family, and he tired of fencing amongst soldiers that wouldn't dare fight at their full strength. No, to alleviate himself of stress he had a secret hobby of raising himself a monster.

The slime is a commonplace monster, gelatinous, fluid, and skilled in mimicry. Although they are thought to be relatively mindless with no thought of their own, they have a basic understanding of emotion in order to trick their prey. Despite their relatively docile nature and appearance, slimes are considered highly dangerous and high maintenance. In society, slimes that grow too large are destroyed before they can cause harm to the citizens. The work of a slime is often retained to dealing with waste and decomposing matter, but in the wild they consume their prey alive and use their body pressure to crush the prey before dissolving them into energy. Slimes may also consume stones and minerals if no live prey or decomposing matter is to be found.

By happenstance, Garren found his slime companion in the garden when he went on a walk with his younger sister Elaine. He thought it a pretty little pebble and absentmindedly slipped it into his pocket until the next day when he found his waistcoat buttons had all but gone missing. Ever since then he has been feeding it and raising it in secret, letting it live in his personal greenhouse that's connected to his study.

The greenhouse was something Garren requested his father to build for himself and his sister so that whenever she would visit they could have tea time before he would be consumed in his work once more when she was younger, but now she was a woman and engaged to a more affluent noble family. With more on her plate, she hardly had time to visit Garren while he was swamped with his duties as heir. The greenhouse had fallen to the wayside in that time but with the slime in the picture Garren had found himself visiting it at least once or twice a day like in the past.

Garren approached the greenhouse during lunchtime, as was his new custom to feed the slime, with about half the meat from his meal. The slime undulated slightly as Garren approached it, its body was plump and glistening in the noon light, excited for its first meal of the day. Garren placed down his plate and let the slime slide over it to absorb the food. He reached out to gently stroke its gelatinous form, impressed by how much it had grown since he picked it up as it was now about as large as a melon.

Thinking about how it grew reminded him of Elaine as he stroked the cool slimy surface of the gelatinous creature. As if in response the slime pulsed slightly under Garren's hand, letting out an alluring floral scent that created a sense of contentment in him as well as arousal. His eyes glazed over a bit as his cock grew in his pants, twitching lightly as he began to fondle the slime in both of his hands. Something about the fluidity of the creature created a sense of undeniable attraction within Garren's heart and loins.

Curious about how it might feel, Garren aligned the slime with his pelvis and pressed it against his crotch. The slime spread against him, perfectly encapsulating his hard on while it was still entrapped within his pants. The pressure felt incredible and he began to gently hump his hips into the gelatinous creature for the next few minutes until he couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted to fuck this monster.

Garren freed his throbbing member, guiding it towards the slime's surface. Sensing his intentions the slime began to undulate rapidly before settling down, releasing a thick and intoxicating aroma into the air of the greenhouse. It filled Garren's nostrils, causing him intense euphoric pleasure as he pressed the head of his cock into the slime. His eyes rolled up as he closed them, letting out a gasping moan as he slid the rest of his shaft into the warm and slippery depths of the gelatinous creature, feeling it envelop him completely. It was a sensation unlike any other - cool and slick on the outside, yet strangely warm and comforting on the inside despite the intense pressure.

As he began to thrust into the slime, he felt a strange yet pleasant agitation as the slime seemingly responded to his movement, it pulsed and rippled around his cock in a stimulating and erotic way. Garren started to lose himself in the sensation, moaning softly in pleasure as he thrust deeper and harder into the slime. The more he moved, the more intensely the slime responded in kind.

Soon Garren found himself on the verge of climax, his cock spasming strongly within the slime, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Garren cried out in ecstasy, sending his voice throughout the glass greenhouse. He let out short curt moans as his hips trembled and thrust gently with each spurt of cum he released into the slime. The gelatinous monster pulsed and rippled eagerly, absorbing Garren's seed as he pulled out his member with a small pop.

Garren wiped away the sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead, his chest heaving up and down as caught his breath. His cock still twitched despite having unloaded all his cum, taking its sweet time to shrink back to its soft state. Garren could hardly believe what he had just done, but oddly enough felt rather satisfied and fulfilled at the same time. He felt a strange connection to the slime, as it seemed to understand his desires. He had never encountered anything quite like it before.

He left the greenhouse and slime to return to his duties as his father's heir after cleaning himself up. Still feeling the aftereffects of his intimate encounter with the slime, Garren was eagerly awaiting the next chance he had to explore the depths of this strange and erotic relationship with the creature, unable to tell anyone of the horrific and wonderous deed he had committed.