Chapter 5

Garuk was feeling rather left out this morning. He’d spent the last few days frustrated. After a single encounter with Morwen, he felt perpetually horny. But Morwen seemed to prefer Zaphyra’s company. He couldn’t blame her, Zaphyra was a firecracker. She almost oozed pheromones. If Garuk didn’t know better, he’d think his sister was a succubus.

Well, first things first. Garuk plodded along to the Adventurers Guild. Inside he inquired about packing services. He wanted someone to professionally stock him for the upcoming trip.

“What kind of journey will you be taking,” asked the sour-looking human behind the counter.

“Me and mine will be traveling to the Moonshaes,” then amended. “We’ll be going by boat.”

The attendant cocked an eyebrow and replied, “Yes. Undoubtedly.” then derisively clicked his tongue. “Will you be bringing wagons? Horses? other livestock?” asked the attendant.

“No,” Garuk sighed. “Just me, my sister, and her friend,” Garuk finished, looking down and scraping his boot toe against the wooden plank floor.

“Oh?” Asked the human. “Isn’t she your friend as well?” Garuk lifted his head and nodded.

“Aye, but she’s closer to my sister than me,” The attendant mouthed a soundless, OH, then scribbled something on his ledger.

“I’ll be asking ten gold for the full treatment.” he smiled at Garuk. “Five now, and five on Delivery.”

Garuk grinned and fished twenty gold for his pouch and laid them on the wooden counter.” Twenty,” he said, confidently. “I’ll pay you upfront if you can guarantee delivery before six bells,”

The attendant scribbled two pieces of paper, stamped them both rush and handed one to Garuk. Then he yelled out, “FRONT!” and a gnome in an apron and brown suede sleeve covers appeared from a side door. “Get this to Bittymor right away,” The gnome was off in a flash.

With that, Garuk headed out to find something to drink and maybe a game of chance to waste some time while his pack was being readied. Just across the road, though, he noticed what looked like a brothel. He had gold on him, and more at the Inn. He decided to see if any women inside caught his fancy.

“My, my, such a strapping young Barbarian,” cooed the very alluring blue-skinned Tiefling leaning against the doorframe smoking an aromatic leaf from a long-stemmed bone pipe. “I can’t believe one like you is lacking in romance,” she giggled, “Women must be fawning over you day and night.”

Garuk grinned and walked up close to her. She suddenly wrinkled her nose and stood straight. “Oh My!” she exclaimed. “No wonder you’re having trouble finding love,” Garuk looked puzzled. The Tiefling waved a free hand as if to shoo a fly away. “You’ve been with a Drow,” Her tone was not only accusatory but disdainful.

“Well,” she went on, there is no accounting for taste, I suppose,” then she continued her speech. “All of our attendants are clean, and certified non-lethal and harmless to humanoid life by a Wizard high in the Magi Counsel,” she pulled out a blue stone and held it out.

“Oh?” Garuk questioned her, “Is that Salarann, then?” The Tiefling stared at him momentarily.

“You know the Magi?” she asked. Garuk nodded vigorously. “Well then,” she began. “This is a truth stone,” she said. “We use it to verify our clientele has the requisite gold to afford our luxury services” Then she glared at him, “But I’ll have to ask you to tell me the truth about your relationship with the Magi as well.”

Garuk put his hand on the stone and said “I’m carrying about two hundred gold with me, and maybe four times more in magical storage,” The stone glowed a soft blue, which made the Tiefling smile. Blue was the color of truth in this case.

“And,” he went on, “Me and my sister, and her Drow friend are good friends with Salarann,” The stone’s blue glow began to intensify. “Matter of fact, we recently spent a few days with him and had some discussions on magic in his study,” Sparkles began to swirl in the glowing blue stone.

“And we helped our Drow friend get back some of her magic,” he grinned. “She was grateful, and we had a fling that night,” his face reddening. “Drow ain’t so bad, and this one got me going,” when he looked up at the Tiefling, her face was a mask of astonishment. She quickly pulled the stone away and put it back in her sash.

“Well,” she said stiffly. “For a friend of the Magi, I will offer you full service and a special deal for half our normal rate,” Then she leaned in close. “But tell no one else, and I would be most grateful if you put in a good word next time you saw the Magi.” Her smile now was so bright it nearly out-shined the sun.

She led him into the vestibule and clapped her hands three times. A gorgeous Elf girl in a long gown flowed down the staircase to their right. She bowed to the Tiefling, who then told her. “Be a dear and fetch Kythaela for me.” and the Elf practically vanished into thin air.

A moment later a tall woman with distinctly Tiefling features sashayed down the stairs. Her body was draped in very thin, almost see-through lace. But the most striking thing was that her skin and hair were all black as pitch. Even her pupils were that color.

In a voice that sounded like a trickling stream, she said, “You pleasure, Mistress Ravenna?”

“Dear,” she began and gestured to Garuk. “This Gorgeous Barbarian is a good friend of the Magi,” her smile broadened. Please treat him with extra special care. Hold nothing back from him.”

Garuk looked at the Black woman and saw her smile. It was a bit disconcerting to see a smile with teeth, tongue, and lips the same color as the skin. One arm snaked out from her side flowed around his waist and began to pull him closer.

Garuk stiffened at that. “Sh ... She’s a Black Pudding!” he exclaimed in shock. Kythaela withdrew her arm suddenly and drew back.

“Now, now, let’s calm ourselves,” Ravenna said. “As I said in the beginning, Salarann has certified her non-lethal and harmless to humanoids.” Garuk held out his hand and motioned to Ravenna. Nodding, she pulled out the stone and handed it to him.

Garuk took a step toward The slime woman and held it out to her. With some trepidation she allowed a single pseudopod to rest on the stone. “Is it true your poison core was removed and you’ve been denatured?”

Kythaela smiled again, now understanding why Garuk pulled away. “I do, and I have,” then she giggled and engulfed not only the stone but Garuk’s hand with her pseudopod, “Magi Salarann took good care of me, and any friend of his is a special friend of mine.” The stone glowed so brightly it could be seen even through the inky blackness of Kythaela’s form.

Garuk nodded and Kythaela pulled back, still smiling. Garuk tossed Ravenna a small satchel of gold coins, which she weighed by bouncing the satchel a few times in her palm, then nodded. Kythaela once more wrapped an arm-shaped pseudopod around Garuk’s waist and led him up the stairs.

Kythaela’s room was lavishly furnished, though many of the surfaces seemed covered in an oilcloth or something similar. Garuk supposed that was so the slime woman didn’t get fibers or other debris caught in her body that she could no longer assimilate. Ravenna seemed to think of everything.

Kythaela motioned him toward the bed and told him to disrobe. Meanwhile, she slipped over to a corner where a dressing chair sat. She sat in the chair and called to Garuk to look over at her. “Most people I’ve entrained seem to like this bit,” she giggled.

The now naked Barbarian watched as Kythaela’s form became more globular and gelatinous. It flowed both up and down at once, growing to engulf the entire chair. The wispy lingerie she’d been wearing floated around the form and then sank into it, disappearing.

The flowing pool of black ooze slithered and dripped off the side of the chair, pooling next to it, leaving the lingerie neatly hung over the back of the chair. Then the puddle began to writhe and grow. In a matter of seconds, Kythaela stood before him. Her body seemed more voluptuous than before.

She seemed just a bit taller, Almost Zaphyra’s height but not quite. Her legs were long and shapely, hips wide and inviting, her breasts large and pendulous with large nipples that stood out prominently. Her slime hair seemed to flow over her shoulders and down over her breasts, alternately covering and uncovering her nipples in a teasing fashion.

As Kythaela stood there, teasing Garuk with the way her body morphed and moved around, she noticed his rather sizable cock become quite hard and stand at attention before her. “Oh my!” she crooned seductively. “Is that all for me?” Garuk just nodded, dumbstruck by this woman’s body. He’d had dreams of being consumed by slimes in the past.

Garuk recalled, that in his dreams, the sensation of being inside one was pleasant, right up until the point it began consuming your flesh. But being denatured the consumption of flesh and eroding of bone wouldn’t happen here. This thought gave Garuk a further thrill and his cock pulsed.

A moment later, Kythaela was standing only inches from him. Her warm gelatinous body just barely touched the tip of his fully erect manhood. It pulsed, pressing into her flesh and she giggled. “Would you like the normal manner of sexual congress?” she asked. Her grin seemed to be a bit crooked. If there was more definition to her face he might think she looked like a predator.

A predator? Well yes, Garuk knew that she was, technically. He shook his head in the negative and said. “I’m pent up,” he gripped his cock and pumped it once, then adjusted his balls. “I need to let go, really blow my load.”

Kythaela nodded and smiled. “Well then, Best friend of the Magi, I’d like to take control here,” she was close now, very close. His erection had sunk into her belly, the feeling similar to putting one’s hand into warm tar. Her lips were so close he could smell the faint odor of Anise from her breath. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

At first, the kiss seemed normal. Her lips met his, her tongue darted out into his mouth, her arms around his waist. But his cock, inside her body, not her pussy, sunk through her belly. Then she began to change. Her weight suddenly twice what it was, shoved him back and he landed on the bed.

Her whole form spread out across the bed and then began to creep inward, as she covered his entire body in hers, then began to shrink around him. A hot, wet pussy formed around his cock and he opened his mouth and groaned, only for a pseudopod to slither in. Before he panicked, he realized he could still breathe and relaxed.

Kythaela continued to wrap him in her thick viscous form. The part of her that was acting as her pussy was pulsating and slithering around and up and down his shaft, causing him to buck, which gave her access to all the surfaces of his body. She encased his legs and began massaging them, then his arms, and his back. She was vibrating against his neck. He closed his eyes and moaned.

Garuk realized something a bit too late. The pseudopod in his mouth had shaped itself into a penis. He tried to move to dislodge it, but couldn’t. He didn’t try too hard though and simply resigned himself to sucking cock. It was a slime woman’s cock, but cock nonetheless.

Homosexuality was not unheard of in Barbarian communities. At times it was even expected. If you were out in the wilderness and no women were around when you needed release, you either relieved yourself, or a member of your party might aid you.

This was actually how Garuk and Zaphyra had decided to practice incest as well as inter-party sex. Garuk had never been in an all-male hunting party, but he was a Barbarian, he’d do it if it was necessary. And now seemed like the time he would experience at least oral copulation.

However, as Kythaela continued to slither and squirm around his now overly excited and writhing form, he felt her move a pseudopod down near his anus. He stiffened for a second but then relaxed. He guessed that this would be the day he felt all of it, even if not with another Barbarian.

The thin, pointed pseudopod slipped into his anus easily. Garuk relaxed even more, feeling it was this simple. But once inside the appendage began to grow and thicken. The one in his mouth began to pulse and thrust in and out of his mouth. The one in his ass was now long and thick and very penis-shaped.

The cock-shaped pseudopod began thrusting in and out, pounding him relentlessly. Meanwhile, the pseudo-pussy was milking his cock with abandon. He could hear Kythaela’s voice inside her body moaning and gasping. “Mmm, you are so wonderful,” the voice cooed. “I’m loving this.”

Garuk came in a torrent and his body began to seize and convulse. As his hot cum spread throughout Kythaela’s form she cycled it and mixed it with her mass. Her orgasm hit and all of the hot liquids inside of her began to roil. Her inner fluids burst out from the tips of her pseudopod and flooded out around Garuk’s cock in her pseudo-pussy.

Garuk’s body froze and arched inside Kythaela as her pseudo-cock’s flooded him with her black cum. It felt hot, very hot and he had to admit it energized his cock, which began spurting more and more cum into the slime woman. It took many long minutes before the torrents of bodily fluids ceased.

Garuk lay motionless in a black ooze, feeling spent. After seeing to it that he was comfortable she released him and slithered out from all around him. She reformed into a female body and cuddled with him on her oil-cloth mattress. Garuk sighed and looked at her with a broad smile.