Preparations II

You ooze through the fortress corridors of Northhold. Minotaurs dodge out of your way as you approach.

You may be imagining things, but it feels like you're larger now than you were. The corridors aren't harder to fit through, exactly, but it takes longer for you to get your whole body through one. Slimes get larger as they soak up mana, and one of your bodies has been sitting in a mana node all day; would that cause enough growth to explain what's happening?

You invoke Mitosis, and split in two again. One of you goes down to find Leraje, and another goes off to explore the fortress.

Leraje is in the armory, standing on a pile of giant battleaxes. She places a hand on one, and concentrates, and a dark aura builds around the axe head. "Oh, hey!" she says, as you ooze in. "I was... just about to get lunch! I'm making sure I eat properly now!" She's not a good liar.

"The plan has changed," you say. "Citrinas shows up at midnight. I told her to meet me in the commander's arena. I need your help."

Leraje nods. "We'll put me in the miniboss room on the level below. You trick her into dropping her defensive spells, then I blast her with Void Beam through the floor?"

"That is not the plan," you say. "That could be a... backup plan, maybe." It would be great if one of the Light Heroes could be taken out by a single spell attack, but you're not betting on it.

"What's the plan, then, exactly?"

"We're going to show her a divine ritual," you explain. "One that can bind a goddess."

"Wait," Leraje says. "Wait wait. What? Whose side are you on, again?" But she's smiling when she says it.

Redhoof is etching runes into the floor. She hasn't made much progress.

"The plan has changed," you say. "Citrinas shows up at midnight. I told her to meet me here."

Redhoof frowns. "I'm not going to be done by midnight. Not even close to done."

"I brought you help," you answer, waving a tentacle at Leraje. "You draw runes in paint. She'll handle the etching. That'll go faster, right?"

Redhoof nods. "I still don't think we'll be done in time. But we'll do our best. Um. While we do this, what will you be doing?"

"Defending the fortress," you answer. "Hunting intruders." Making up for the lost prisoners you just released.

The giant tauren commander walks toward you, axe over his shoulder. "And what should I do?" he rumbles.

"You... supervise," you tell him, as you leave.

"Intruders!" comes the shout, and you join the hunt for the adventurers.

You've been doing this for a few hours. It went poorly, at first: the tauren are everywhere in Northhold, and there were just two of you hunting. You'd show up at the scene, and there'd be a crowd of angry tauren, and the adventurers would have teleported away. Or you'd show up at the scene, and the tauren would be dead, and you'd have to try to figure out which way the adventurers went. One time you showed up and an adventurer was actually dead, and the tauren were looting the body.

It got better. There are actually just a handful of places in Northhold where adventurers can enter. Your new plan is to lurk near those. Not exactly at the entrance -- adventurers aren't going to walk into a giant wall of slime on your own, and your glowing body isn't exactly subtle. But close.

Right now you're lurking near the northeast secret entrance, the one that's concealed behind a bush. The adventurers found it almost immediately when the Light Army first showed up, so it's effectively just an entrance that's not as well-guarded as the main one. It seems to be an adventurer favorite.

Sure enough: "Intruders! Pack of rogues! Watch for stealth!" The tauren converge, heavy footsteps running from all directions. But you don't run. You just lurk in a side room and listen.

Your stats are boosted quite a lot by being in your mana node. The fact that you're here, too, doesn't seem to matter -- the blessing doesn't seem to care about multiple bodies. When you stand as still as you can, and you listen as hard as you can manage, you can just barely hear soft footsteps, out in the corridor. Somebody is stepping lightly, moving carefully.

Just a bit of your radiant glow is visible under the doorframe. The intruder steps toward the door and checks it carefully for traps. Finding none, they ease the door slowly open. Your tentacle shoots out of the door, wraps around her in an instant, and yanks her inside.

She has black hair, a black cloak, and her clothes are black leather. Attached to her armor are a startling number of daggers, all of which are black. She stabs your tentacle as you drag her into the room, but with all your stat boosts, your health bar barely moves.

You strip her in a matter of seconds -- daggers, cloak, shirt, pants, bra, panties. She fumbles for a recall scroll, but you take that, too. You pin her naked to the stone floor with a single huge tentacle pressed to her chest.

She's human, tall, with large D-cup breasts. About twenty-five years old, you suspect. Probably a decent level. Her eyes are wide with something between terror and excitement; normally you'd assume terror, but your tentacles are coated with aphrodisiac slime, and you've rubbed it across most of her body as you stripped her.

"Caught a little thief, did I?" you tease. "What's your name, little thief?"

"C-catherine," she pants. "What are you?"

"Wrong question," you answer. "The right question is: what am I going to do to you?" A tentacle reaches down and curls round her breast. She pulls at the tentacle, and another tentacle pins her hand. A third coils around her thigh and rubs at her labia, and she gasps.

"I'll give you a choice, little Cat thief," you continue. "If you ask nicely, I could let you leave. Call the tauren, tell them I caught a thief. Let them decide what to do with you?" Your tentacle presses up into her pussy, penetrating just a little inside her. She twists and squirms; her back arches against the stone floor.

"Or, if you'd rather..." you continue. "You could stay in here. With me. Wouldn't that be fun?" Your tentacle moves, just a bit, stroking her clit as she tries to think.

"Well?" you nearly purr. "Little Cat thief?"

"Stay," she manages. "I'll stay..."

You fuck her like a toy. First on her back on the stone floor, then pinned against the wall, then you pick her up in your tentacles and bounce her up and down on your cock like a human fleshlight. You cum twice, covering her with your seed; she cums four or five times in half an hour.

When her eyes start to roll back in her head, you know she's getting close to mindbreak. You pull out of her and set her gently on the floor, still coated in monster semen. You hand her the scroll of recall you'd taken earlier. "Read it," you order. "Now!"

She vanishes with a pop of displaced air, and you return to lying in wait, ready to do it all over again.