From slimes to goblins

You awaken to...a sucking sensation on your penis. You open your eyes and glance downward, finding the blue blob you've come to... I don't really know it that well...and I really need to come up with a name for it. "Alright, that's enough." You push yourself up to a sitting position, glaring down at the slime as it pauses. "What did I tell you this morning?"

The slime deflates, releasing your now-erect member from its grasp. You quickly put it back in your too-tight pants, glancing to Citrinas, who by now has wrapped herself like a burrito and is sleepily staring at you, or maybe the slime. It seems hard to tell with her sometimes.

You blush. "Uh, hey... Sorry about this..."

Her face doesn't change, as usual. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bit...worked up." It doesn't even seem like it started to drain my mana... You pick up the slime and set it down on the fuzzy carpet in front of you. "How did you even get in here?"

The archmage responds for the slime. "It absorbed enough of my tower's magic to enter."

"You aren't concerned?" You look to her, confused.

"This isn't intended to be a fortress, but I failed to consider the possibility of a slime breaking through. I will need to adjust the incantation in the future."

You squint and tilt your head. You didn't say anything, though... You shake your head. "Uh, you're speaking again. That's good, right?"

She nods, closing her eyes for longer than normal. "My tower often assists me after a meltdown, but I'm not ready to leave, yet."

You nod. "Do I need to leave you alone for that to work? And more importantly, should I take this guy with me?" You gesture to the slime.

She slowly blinks. "It's unnecessary. Despite its nature, and the fact that I have far more mana than you, it seems focused on you."

That's...interesting... You look down at the lightly flattened slime. Hopefully this doesn't turn into some kind of problem... "Well, since you're fine, I should probably head out. I still need to talk to the goblins about tomorrow." You stand up, stretching your limbs and wings.

"I will stay here until the army arrives. You are welcome to enter my tower again if you wish to."

"Thanks. With how cozy this place is, I'd honestly be a bit upset if I couldn't come back, sometime." You chuckle, bending down to pick up the molester blue blob. "Thanks again, Citrinas."

She sits in silence until you open the door. "What's your name?"

You pause, realizing you hadn't shared it, yet. "I'm Dusk."

She nods, keeping her eyes closed this time. "Stay safe, Dusk."

After dropping off the slime at Camilla's (who apologized for losing track of them), you search around town a bit, eventually finding your goblin friend about to enter the church, alongside Kris. "Eve!" You trot over, seeing her light up at your presence.

"Chi-, uh, Dus-, uh..." She suddenly becomes flustered, seemingly unsure how to address you after regaining her memories.

"Whichever you're most comfortable with, Ev-, hm..." You purse your lips, retracting your hand from where you were about to pat her head.

She chuckles. "Uh...Eve is fine...but...I might change my mind later" She rubs her arm.

"Then just let me know." You pat her head. "Kris, good to see you again, too."

The elf nods. "G-good to see you."

She must still be nervous from earlier. "Well, I hate to pull the two of you apart, but can I talk to you in private, Eve?"

Kris sets a hand on the goblin's shoulder, muttering something in what you assume is elvish. After Eve responds, she nods to you and heads inside. Then, Eve turns back to you. "So...what's up?"

You pull her off to the side so you don't obstruct the church's entrance. "So before I start, feel free to say no, but-"

"You need me to translate for you?" She looks up to you, pursing her lips together. "I...thanks for the time to sort things out. I don't know if I'm ready yet, but let's do it."

You crouch down to look her in the eye. "Eve, I don't want to **** you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

The goblin waves her hands in front of her face. "You're not..." She takes a breath. "I can't thank you enough for saving me and Kris. If I can do something to help you, I want to." You can see her fists tighten as she bites her lip.

You sigh. "If it's too much for you, let me know immediately, okay?" After she nods, you lift her up into your arms, walking around to behind the church. "Should we let Kris know, first?"

"I told her already. I...had a gut feeling you'd need my help again."

You chuckle. "Well, you've got a good gut."

[Translated from goblish]

"So he expects us to continue running things when he doesn't even bother dropping in daily?" Shadow sharpens another stick as he sits on top of their dungeon.

Torch sighs. "He also conquered two other tribes. He's a busy chief." And he might be taking care of that elf, too...

Shadow grunts. "What happened between you two? You haven't been the same the past couple days."

"It's nothing." She takes a breath and reaches out her hand, conjuring forth another fire bolt and sending it across the roof. It fades before it crosses the far edge of the building, and she curses to herself.

"You've been at that for an hour, now. I don't think you're getting any better at it."

Torch rolls her eyes. "Do you even know what I'm trying to do?"

The male hobgoblin stands up. "Anything. Make the flames brighter, make them bigger, make them go further. You're trying to get stronger in any way. I know you, sister, and that's why I'm worried, now. You haven't had such a desire to get stronger since before we captured those adventurers."

She bites her cheek. "Do you not want to earn our place back?"

"Of course I do." He looks up, spotting what looks like a large bird coming from the southeast. "But I'm starting to doubt that's your reason."