(13 votes) (3.08)
‘Oh?’ you said, raising an eyebrow.
‘Y-yes, indeed,’ she said, blushing harder and turning away. ‘I-I have needs of my own, and like you showed on the day we met, so do you.’ She held your hands tighter. ‘You – don’t need to worry or wonder how things work, us slimes have sex in the same way as humans. We have a vagina-shaped slit where our genitals would be on a human, and we have the wrong hole available if you want that. Of course, since we’re slimes, you can technically stick it in wherever you like and we would feel it. But, of course, I think we can do it normally, the traditional way, so you can enjoy it and feel good. We’ll experiment with the other positions and types of sex later, I do have some ideas –’
(6 votes) (4.83)
You exited the room and turned down toward the main hallway. The first step in preparing for a dinner is to inform the cook. Your mind is abuzz with what will have to be done to prepare for the next day. Sure, the other servants would see that the dishes were cleaned and the head chef would make the ultimate decision on how many courses and what they’ll entail, but there were so many other things to take into account. The good tablecloths would have to be brought out and ironed of any creases they’d developed during their storage, the extra chairs would have to be brought out, dusted, and repaired of any minor nicks or scratches. Of course, you wouldn’t have to do all of this yourself, but it would be up to you to ensure it got done. If it didn’t, then the blame would surely fall right onto your shoulders as the Head Butler.
“You’re mine, insect!”
Your musings are interrupted as the proverbial weight on your shoulders becomes a literal one. Two pairs black-furred claws impact your shoulder blades, and your still-wobbly knees buckle under the unexpected assault. You crash forward to the ground with a loud thud as the weight comes to rest on your back. You lay there, dazed for a brief moment before clarity returns to you. There is only one person in the mansion who would do such a thing…“Hello, Cassandra…”