Crucible of Pleasure
Frederica’s blonde hair was slightly wet. She wasn’t too surprised by what she saw as she approached the flesh bed made of mucus.
She didn’t feel disgusted by the sight, only interest. Satia walked behind Frederica. Her face showed no change as she looked on. Barely any emotion showed on her doll-like face.
She smiled when she saw Fiana laying on the flesh bed. It wasn’t out of scorn. Nor was it out of delight. It held no emotion to it in the least, it merely had the shape of a smile.
If Satia’s face showed barely any emotion, her smile was devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
Fiana was strong. Brave. She had fought the Black Ooze, and now, there was no trace of the knight with an unwavering will. From what she heard from Satia, and from what she saw, Frederica could only imagine how fierce the fight had been.
Although she was like this now, Frederica had been an adventurer who held pride in her ability. She’d met Fiana before she made her way to this abandoned cave and encountered her again. She’d seen how powerful the female knight’s magic had been. The fact that she had at least an order of magnitude more mana than herself was evident.
Knights. The shields that protected the people, the swords that protected the country.
So even that knight is a woman.
Frederica sneered, not voicing her thoughts aloud.
Satia took one look at Frederica, then proceeded to approach one of the tentacles. The tentacle was in the middle of caressing Fiana, but she paid the knight no heed and reached for it.
After they had left the mine, they had cleaned their bodies and clothes. But Satia still brought the tentacle dripping with slimy mucus lovingly to her cheeks and licked it. In response, the tentacle wrapped around Satia’s tongue.
Her petite tongue licked the tentacle eagerly, as if trying to scrape the mucus off. Just the mere brush of the tentacle against the roof of her mouth made her knees weak. She put both hands onto the tentacle. Her lower body began to rock back and forth.
Meanwhile, Frederica averted her eyes from Fiana, and looked amazedly at how quickly her comrade had acted upon returning to the mine.
To Satia, the Black Ooze was her Master, her lover, the object of her devotion. Nobody could get in her way, not Fiana, not Alfira, not even Frederica.
“I wonder, how long will you last until you become like her?”
Just as Frederica muttered that in scorn, Fiana spoke in a whispered voice.
Fiana’s ruby-red eyes reflected nothing. Frederica looked down on those eyes. As she did so, she put her index finger in front of those eyes, and a flame appeared at her fingertip.
It was magic. The power imbued in her words shaped the world to her will to manifest phenomena.
As a magician, Frederica could manifest those phenomena. The Black Ooze continued to caress Fiana, and Satia continued to service the slime.
The pale flame flickered in front of Fiana’s eyes. Her lightless ruby eyes absorbed the light. She was limp, like a corpse.
Her breathing stopped, and her body no longer moved in response to the tentacles’ embrace. Her voice became silent. She was robbed of her will.
It wasn’t exactly hypnotism, but rather a creative application of flame magic. The flickering of the flames influenced one’s spirit. Normally, a strong willed knight like her could easily shrug off its effects.
But now, she had been defeated by the Black Ooze. She had been violated. She was only half-conscious. In a daze, had Fiana submitted to the Black Ooze’s administrations. She had allowed it to reach her soft spots, her weak spots. She could no longer resist.
Sometimes, she broke out of her daze, and having recovered her magic power, she tried to resist. However, due to Frederica’s spell, she was helpless. Even though she was a long-lived elf and a knight who had slain many monsters, if all of her mana was robbed each time she recovered any, then there was no way for her to resist the constant hypnosis.
Just as Frederica began to worry that she might have stopped breathing, the Black Ooze inserted its tentacles into the knight’s womb.
That elicited an erotic cry that Frederica hadn’t yet heard from her that echoed thought he walls of the mine. Could she have been dreaming of a long-lost lover? Or maybe she saw the figure of her ideal man embracing her?
Fiana’s face slackened in ecstasy. Her cheeks were suffused with blood. If she hadn’t known better, Frederica would never have believed that the woman writhing on the meat bed was once a proud knight.
However—those tentacles. Knowing full well that she would end up like that whenever she is embraced by those tentacles, she couldn’t make fun of her for it.
Frederica let out a nasally voice. She didn’t know when it had happened, but a tentacle had wrapped around her own recently washed body, just like it had done to the other women. Her limbs were more well-built than Saitia’s, but that that didn’t impede the tentacles. Frederica felt her body grow weak as her libido grew.
Even though she had no intentions of resisting, they wrapped around her arms, legs and neck.
Even if she knew that they wouldn’t begin to strangle her, it still scared her some. The Black Ooze was a monster, and she was a monster-slaying adventurer. She knew that.
And although she’d devoted herself to the Black Ooze like Satia, she hadn’t been reduced to a stupor like Fiana.
Which is why she felt fear at being in its mercy. She was lifted into the air. The tentacles slithered across the black undergarments covering her voluptuous breasts, kneading them as if as if milking a cow.
She had painstakingly spent so much time cleaning her clothes.
An indescribable sense of pleasure washed over Frederica upon seeing the clothes become stained. Her womb began to throb as slime flowed across her skin.
She had known it as soon as she smelled the odor of the Black Ooze when she returned to the mine.
Or rather, it had been in the back of her mind as soon as she had chosen to return.
She knew that she didn’t return to defeat the abomination. She could have fled. Instead, Frederica chose to return.
Untying the braided cords of her leather boots with its tentacles as it lifted her into the air, it deftly stripped her of long-used boots. Even though she washed her boots, they still smelled, and that embarrassed her as a woman.
“… N-no… d-don’t…”
Even if she knew it was pointless, Frederica couldn’t stop herself from voicing those words. The Black Ooze had an intelligence to it. Frederica knowing that was because this slime had been ravishing her in accordance to what she said.
Where she was weak, where she felt good. Whatever way she wanted it.
Without her saying it, the Black Ooze had gained the knowledge of the various men it had absorbed over time.
Even so, she asked for it to stop. It would not stop no matter how much she pleaded, though.
Even if she climaxed. Even if she fainted. Even if she wanted to sleep. Even if it hurt her.
The Black Ooze would never not stop fondling her. She’d long since been taught the pleasure of climaxing even while half-unconscious.
She cried out in surprise. The tentacle that had removed her boots crept up her legs, towards her genitals.
It wasn’t because it was hard to strip her, but it wanted to make her cry out as much as possible in revulsion. That’s what Frederica felt.
She didn’t know why.
When Frederica turned towards Satia, she saw that three new tentacles had popped up, entangling Satia’s petite limbs.
One of the tentacles had wrapped around Satia’s waist, and lifted her onto another flesh bed. One for Satia alone.
On that bed, she would be screwed silly, screwed until she lost consciousness.
All of her body would be caressed. Her slender breasts, her small nipples, her hairless genitals. She would probably end up half-dead with tears, drool and mucus splattered all over her face.
After her body was caressed enough to make her more pliable, it would inseminate her. The Black Ooze’s seed. A slime’s seed. A monster’s seed.
Satia would be impregnated by her Master.
Satia looked anxiously at the tentacle that had left her lips.
It was a form of torture, Frederica thought.
On and on, forever being caressed. It would feel good… but that was if it’s only once. Always being pushed to the brink of fainting, and then being ravished. That sort of torture.
That was why, despite looking wistfully at the departing tentacle, Satia did not try to disobey her Master’s will and get off the bed. She groped at her chest through her thick robes with her hands, in anticipation for what was about to happen to her. Even so, she was shivering in fear—a tentacle bound the expectant Satia’s limbs outward. It wasn’t to prevent her from fleeing. It was to prevent her from climaxing by pleasuring herself.
Seeing that, Frederica gulped.
At the same time, she felt the tentacles that were making her way up her leg finally reach her groin and slide across her underwear.
There was no compassion in that movement.
Frederica’s body was more mature than Satia’s. The tentacles penetrated her without any sort of foreplay. But it didn’t hurt. Rather, it felt good despite the pain.
She cried out in surprise, but that was due to the sensation of something pushing open her vulva. Her vagina, however, tenderly enveloped the invader without resisting.
Above all, ever since she came to the mine, ever since she caught the smell of the Black Ooze, her womb had begun to throb. It was a smell most would find nauseating. An upright person would be revolted by the smell. But it was like an aphrodisiac to Frederica and Satia.
Even a whiff of the odor caused them to wetten with nectar.
The odor from the mucus tentacles promised not pain, but pleasure.
Frederica’s revulsion slowly turned into pleasure. She gave herself to that pleasure.
She didn’t embrace it like Satia had. But Frederica had more experience with men than Satia. In a sense, that made her appreciate the Black Ooze’s administrations more.
No human could bring her that much pleasure. She would be ravished. Even if she fainted, even if she begged for it to stop, even if she cried out, even if she came, even if she bowed their heads in submission.
Thus, Frederica, the adventurer whom all her colleagues thought of as a strong-willed woman, had fallen. She was strong willed. But more than that, she felt such great pleasure from losing control, from being violated against her will. She herself had not known this hidden side of her.
The Black Ooze was what had brought that side to light. The Ooze was the only thing that knew it. And above all, as Frederica had come to learn, the Black Ooze was the only thing that could make her submit like that.