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He told the city that he had gone to the cave, but that it was empty. He left out the part where his ass, mouth, and urethra were all stuffed until he passed out from pleasure and suffocation. They told him to keep hunting those slime girls.
He returned to his cabin, still frustrated by yesterday's events. It took two hours to get all the body paint off him, and he had to buy a few herbs and medicines to ease his aching holes. And he was down a steel wand and an expensive set of armor.
However, he still had his robe and wooden wand. If he used those instead of his now nonexistent metal armor... yep, that seemed like a good idea. He lost because he walked face first into Purple and had his wand and armor eaten. With a non-metal wand, that wouldn't happen again.
And he had a good way of luring them into his house. By dropping off an invitation at their old cave hideout, he could get them to all come.
However... Pierre didn't just want to settle with his wand. He needed extra firepower.
He started furiously writing on vellum scrolls, and he infused them with his mana while adding expensive arcane inks. After a full day of work, he had six paralyzation traps ready for deployment. Next, he wrote the letter on some ordinary paper.
Dear slime girls
My house is the cabin at the westmost edge of town. It's the one far away from the others, and it has all the tulips growing around it. All three of you need to come at midnight.
Pierre.
Short and to the point. He decided to speed up the delivery process and use Arcane Mail to teleport it straight to the cave. He had to use an expensive gold stamp, but it was better than going there himself. He wasn't risking getting caught in another ambush.
If he was lucky, they'd come at midnight either tonight or the next night, or if he was unlucky, they would ambush him while he was asleep. At least he had an Arcane Doorbell that would ping him if anyone entered through the doors or windows, so he could wake up and quickly get into a good attack position.
He put one of the paralyzation traps by the front door, and one by the back door. The other four were placed by the four first story windows, and he now had six nearly invisible yellow sigils on the ground. If only he could plant one inside his own ass without triggering it: that would be a good surprise for the slime girls.
At nine in the evening, he settled next to the unlit fireplace. It wasn't visible from the windows, so the slime girls would have to enter to see him. He also had line of sight to the doors, so if they went in through there, he could prepare. He waited there with a stack of books and planned on staying awake as long as he could.
He read with the fake light of his Arcane Lamp for three hours, and midnight came. No slime girls. Yet. As soon as he saw them, he'd pin them down with a few spells. Traps, a tactical position by the fireplace, magic, and a wand resistant to Purple's metal eating were probably overkill, but he didn't want to take any chances.
He waited for another half hour and thought he heard something outside. He readied his wand. Then there was silence for minutes. He anticipated a sudden crackling noise at any moment from a triggered trap; then he'd point his wand and use a few extra spells for good measure.
Then something wet rammed into him from behind.
"Got you!" Purple said.
He was astonished. How did she get in? His back was to... the fireplace and the big open chimney. He struggled to break free of her grip, and he started casting... nah, Ice Lock would freeze him in place too, leaving him vulnerable to the other slimes if they wanted to come in through the chimney, so Arcane Wind was the better option.
He successfully cast Arcane Wind, blowing himself away from Purple's grip and backwards towards the front door of his house. However, he realized too late just where he was about to land.
After he hit the ground with a thud, the paralyzation trap sent a throbbing shock through his entire body, making his arms and legs go limp. All he could do was breathe, talk, and move his neck slightly.
The front door opened, causing the Arcane Doorbell to ding in his head, and Blue and Green looked down at his paralyzed body.
"You won't believe it!" Purple said. "He launched himself into one of his own magic traps! "
"What an idiot!" Blue said. "Or maybe he did it on purpose..."
Blue grabbed his wand and tossed it into a corner, and Green started undressing him. They didn't envelop
his body, instead just stripping away his clothes.
"Oh," Green said, "Purple, for catching him twice, you get first pick of his stuff."
"Yes!" Purple said, and she went upstairs.
Now he was being robbed too. Great.
As Green took off Pierre's underwear, Blue gave him a sadistic smile.
"You know," Blue said, "I loved seeing Green probe you. But how about I have a turn on you? I'm a little more... creative."
"Can you at least not take my stuff?" Pierre said. The paralysis made it hard to move his mouth, so his speech was slurred "It's all boring wizard things, there's nothing there you'd actually want."
"Check out what i found!" Purple said as she descended the stairs. "This glass orb vibrates when I touch it!"
That inch-wide glass sphere was his Arcane Attuner: he needed that for synchronizing his parchments.
"Hmmm..." Blue said. "Set it down here. I might use it later."
Purple put it down and went back upstairs to pillage.
Green rubbed Pierre's smooth chest, and then she leaned in and kissed him. It was wet, sticky, and her tongue explored his mouth with little resistance.
Blue chuckled. "You know, most guys have a gag reflex: but your throat doesn't seem to mind us being in there at all. How'd you manage to get rid of it? Oh, you wonderful slut... no wonder you invited us back."
Pierre wanted to protest, but he had twelve inches of Green's tongue inside him. If he could speak, he would have defended himself and told her that he hadn't sucked a single dick before. Well, except for that one time, but it was for charity, so according to him it didn't count.
Pierre's cock grew erect as Green toyed around inside his throat, filling it with a long length of goo. She left room for him to breathe, so he didn't even have the gift of unconsciousness to get him through.
Eventually, Green pulled her tongue out of his throat and released him from her kiss.
Green started moving behind him as Blue positioned herself to his left. Green shifted some of her goo to her breasts, enlarging them until they were bigger than Pierre's head.
She picked up Pierre and leaned his back against her warm, gooey body. She placed his head right between her huge breasts, but she didn't envelop him or even touch his ass.
Blue reached down and placed a single finger on the tip of his erection.
"I think I'll play around in here for a while. I have a few plans you'll enjoy, you little slut."
Blue kept the tip of her finger on his cock as a tendril of goo extended inside his urethra, filling Pierre with that familiar yet strange pleasure he felt during their last encounter. Blue's goo tunneled deeper inside him, pleasuring every inch of the inside of his cock.
However, then Pierre started to feel her stop going deeper. She started widening her gooey tendril, pressing hard against the inner walls of his cock and filling it with pain. He let out a sharp moan. And his cock was surprisingly flexible too: as she expanded and contracted her goo, he felt his cock expand and contract with it. He could even see it expand a little from the outside, thanks to how Green held his head up with her chest.
"Aww. It's a shame you can't squirm," Blue said. "You just have to moan and gasp."
Eventually, she shrunk her goo down to a thin tendril, then created a large goo bulge near the base of his cock. She moved the bulge up and down, stroking him from the inside in slow, repetitive movements.
Two of Green's tendrils from her hair-like goo extended down and stuck to his nipples. Her tentacles started pinching and kneading them, playing with them as Blue toyed with the inside of his cock.
