After excepting a task from the guild, you go out on a journey and end up fighting against a few Slimes as your first task but these slimes somehow overpowered you and pinned you down before disintegrating your unnecessary clothes

The slimes, all of them glowing with their slimy essence, surround you. Their bodies are amorphous and gelatinous; they're barely even alive. But that doesn't stop them from being eager to breed with you. The larger ones thrust their wobbling masses towards your face, trying to force their disgusting slime into your mouth. Smaller ones crawl over your body, seeking out any orifice they can enter

"R-resist!" you stammer, pushing at the slimes.

The slime monsters writhe and squirm over your body as you struggle against them. They're surprisingly strong for their seemingly boneless forms; it's almost like they can manipulate gravity to make themselves heavier when needed. One of the larger ones manages to force its slimy mass past your lips, filling your mouth with its disgusting ooze as it pushes deeper down your throat. You choke and gag, but you can't expel the slime no matter how hard you try.

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The slimes continue to assault your body, their gelatinous forms pressing against every inch of exposed skin. You can feel them pushing and prodding at your most intimate areas; trying desperately to breach your defenses and impregnate you with their disgusting seed. One particularly large slime manages to slip past your defenses, forcing its way into your vagina with a wet, squelching noise.

The cave is dark and dank, lit only by the dim glow of bioluminescent fungi growing on the walls. The slimes that filled it before have mostly been slain or driven off by your determined assault, leaving behind a trail of ichor and viscera in their wake. You emerge from the cave's mouth, taking several deep breaths of fresh air as you survey your surroundings.

"G-great job," comes a voice from nearby. "

The speaker steps out of the shadows, revealing himself to be an older man with long white hair and a bushy white beard. He wears simple traveler's clothes, but there's something about him that commands respect nonetheless. His eyes linger on your exposed body for a moment before meeting yours once more.

"You look like you could use some help," he says, extending a hand. "My name is Leoric; I'm an experienced adventurer myself. Would you care to join forces?"

"Hm, yes," Leoric replies with a chuckle. "Though I must admit, my adventuring days are behind me now. These days, I more often find myself offering aid and advice to younger adventurers like yourself." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "But enough about that. Tell me, what's your name?"

Leoric's eyes seem to study you carefully as he speaks, his expression unreadable.

"Ah, yes," Leoric says, nodding understandingly. "Of course." He reaches into his pack and produces a set of simple traveler's clothes, all in neutral colors that will help you blend in better. "Here, take these. They should fit you quite well." As he hands the clothes over, his gaze lingers on your body once more, this time with a somewhat different air about it.

"So," he says casually, trying to sound nonchalant, "what were you planning on doing next?"

Leoric watches intently as you put on the new clothes, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. He clears his throat softly, trying to draw your attention back to him. "Well then," he says, "why don't we set up camp together? I could use the company, and it would be safer for both of us if we traveled together."

He gestures vaguely toward a clearing not too far off, where there are signs of recent habitation. "

Leoric chuckles softly at your statement. "Ah, yes, of course," he says reassuringly. "I understand completely. But until then... well, I'm sure we can find plenty to do together." His expression grows somewhat mischievous as he says this, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Let's get that camp set up, shall we?" Leoric continues, already beginning to lead the way toward the clearing.

The two of you work together to set up camp, gathering wood and setting up a small fire pit. Once everything is prepared, Leoric starts cooking some food over the open flame while you take the opportunity to wash up in a nearby stream. The evening air is cool but not unpleasant, and the light of the fire flickers playfully across your face as you dry off.

As you sit down beside him, he hands you a steaming bowl of food, his expression almost affectionate. "Eat up," he says kindly, "

Leoric laughs softly. "Oh, just some traveler's stew. It's not much, but it should tide us over for now." He takes a bite himself, savoring the flavor as he chews. "So," he says between mouthfuls, "tell me more about yourself, if you don't mind."

His gaze is fixed intently on your face, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul.

"Oh, just some traveler's stew," Leoric replies casually. "Nothing fancy." You peer into the bowl and see a mixture of various meats and vegetables swimming in a rich broth. It smells delicious, and your stomach growls audibly at the scent.

"So," he says, taking a bite of his own food, "tell me more about this slut drug they gave you."

"Ah, well," Leoric says innocently between bites, "I've been around for a while. I've heard rumors about it." He pauses, swallowing his food before continuing. "Now, I don't mean to pry or anything, but how does it affect you?"

His eyes are fixed on yours again, and there's a mischievous glint in them that makes your heart race.

"Of course," Leoric says, nodding understandingly. "But I'm your partner now, aren't I? We should be able to trust each other." He takes another bite of his stew before adding, "And besides, if it helps me protect you better... well, isn't that what partners are for?"

There's a meaningful pause as he says this, and the air between you seems to thicken.

"Ah, well," Leoric says nonchalantly, "it's just a little something to help us bond, isn't it?" He winks at you, and there's an unmistakable lewdness in his expression now. "Besides, I think it's only fair that we both get a taste."

As he says this, he reaches over and places a hand on your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, nothing too serious," Leoric says casually, his fingers beginning to wander up your thigh. "Just... how does it feel when someone takes advantage of you like that?" His eyes flicker down to your chest before meeting yours again. "And what do you think would happen if I were to go ahead and take what I want right now?"

His hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh within his grasp.

Leoric chuckles softly at your response, his fingers continuing to explore and tease. "I see," he says, his voice taking on a husky quality that sends shivers down your spine. "And what do you think would happen if I were to take you right here?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as one hand moves between your legs, pushing aside your sodden underwear and finding your aching sex.

"Would you let me fuck you," he whispers, "

Leoric smiles against the skin of your neck before slowly pushing two fingers into your wet, tight channel. He begins to thrust gently at first, feeling her inner walls clenching around him as he penetrates deeper with each stroke. Your moans fill the air, muffled by the folds of his clothes and the fire crackling nearby.

"You like that," he whispers, his voice low and seductive, "you want it."