4.38 – Reunion

4.38 – Reunion

With everyone having found a new resolve to make it to Mel as quickly as possible, they set a much faster pace. In less than half an hour, they’d cut their way out of the stone-brick hallways and into the second stage of the shard, the night-time forest. They trekked down twisting dirt paths, bits of slime and goo clinging to nearby rocks and tree faces. A familiar ‘BEWARE THE SLIME’ warned them of the imminent encounter. Anticipatory of what they’d find, the squad strode forward without slowing.

Though the dungeon had morphed its layout in some ways, the clearing that opened up with a lake of green slime was the same as Zoey remembered. Last time, Mel hadn’t emerged until they’d gotten close. Zoey assumed it would be the same, now. Though she needed help, she was still bound by the rules of the shard—hence why she hadn’t come running for them the moment they’d arrived.

That theory proved true. A few dozen feet away from the lake, the slimy green substance rippled, and a curvy see-through figure poured upward, materializing into a humanoid shape.

Like their previous meeting, a bright smile split the goo-girl’s face, and she threw her arms wide as she ran toward Zoey.

For the second time, Zoey caught a slimegirl-turned-projectile. She had to drop the defective remote vibrator to free her hands.

Mel’s sticky body impacted Zoey’s, and she stepped backward to stabilize. To her side, Rosalie and Delta had tensed, but they could intuit that Mel hadn’t run at her with hostile intentions. Indeed, a look their way showed they were looking at Zoey with amusingly similar expressions: pairs of quirked eyebrows. They probably hadn’t expected her and Mel to be on such friendly terms. To be fair, Zoey was a bit surprised by that, too.

“You came,” Mel said. “I mean, I knew you would, but still!” She pulled away, grinning, and the infectious enthusiasm was hard not to match; Zoey smiled back.

Still in Zoey’s arms, with her legs wrapped around Zoey’s waist—which put her tits at an unfortunately tantalizing height, shoved straight into her face—the goo-girl turned and looked at Delta and Rosalie. “And you brought friends,” she said. “Hi. I’m Mel, short for Emerald Melt. I’ll be your sticky plaything, tonight.”

Zoey remembered her saying something similar the first time they’d met. A boss catchphrase? The thought amused Zoey.

Rosalie seemed unimpressed, and Delta the opposite—extremely impressed. The fox girl was, unsurprisingly, interested in a ‘sticky plaything’.

“Delta,” she said, returning the smile and not-so-subtly running her eyes across Mel’s curves—which were entangled with Zoey’s, seeing how the slime girl had catapulted onto her. “Man. Zoey told me about you, but actually seeing it is something else. Made of slime. Crazy.”

“It comes in handy,” Mel said brightly. A devious smile crossed her lips. “Mostly, it means I can really take a pounding. Not to mention all the other fun stuff.” She turned back to Zoey. “Speaking of! Why aren’t you hard yet?” She wiggled, rubbing her lower half into Zoey and trying to fix that problem.

Only through great effort—and concern—did Zoey stay focused.

She set Mel onto the floor, which she pouted at.

“Are you healthy?” Zoey asked. “We ran into some weird stuff on the way here. But you look fine?”

“Mel.”

“No,” Mel said. “That’s the plan. We need to draw it—her?—out, and the best way to do that, I think, is your cum.”

As if demonstrating something, Mel held her hands out and rolled them together. From the goo of her own body, Mel fashioned an object right in front of them. In a quick moment, she’d finished. She held it out, and it took Zoey a second to realize what it was.

A condom. Made from green goo.

“What?” Zoey asked, baffled.

“This is how we’ll collect,” Mel said. She closed the gap to Zoey, then leaned closer and whispered, “I don’t want to say too much. She’s already watching us, I’m pretty sure. Maybe she can hear us, maybe she can’t. But just roll with it, okay?”

“And you aren’t just trying to get laid,” Zoey said dubiously.

“A slime can have two goals at once, can’t she?”

“You promise?”

Mel rolled her eyes. “I promise I’m not actually trying to get myself killed because I love your cock so much. Though it would be worth it. Now stop being so responsible. It’s cute, but I want you three to fuck me.”

Zoey shared a look with Rosalie and Delta. By the expression on the former’s face, she could tell Rosalie wasn’t fully sold on the idea. It went back to their earlier discussion—Rosalie wasn’t as excited to jump into bed with just anybody. And that was perfectly fine.

“I’ll keep a watch out,” Rosalie said.

Delta raised her eyebrows at that, but didn’t seem surprised. She had a good read on Rosalie, too. Rosalie was willing to engage with the lewder parts of the dungeon on occasion, and with Zoey and Delta, but random strangers, much less so.

“More for us,” Delta said, turning to Mel, who seemed disappointed at Rosalie’s rejection, but who perked up at seeing Delta’s hungry eyes. “So. That body of yours, Miss Emerald Melt. What’s it good for?”

“Oh,” Mel said with a devious grin. “All kinds of things. Come find out, why don’t you?”Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com