The Core

You were dragged to the bed by the slime goddess without a hint of gentleness. Like a demonic rag doll, Morgana plopped you onto it. You were so used to being in control lately that being the one on the bottom like this was refreshing and exhilarating. What would she do, this queen who expanded your life so much further than you ever had imagined possible?

One at a time clones appeared, their bodies wrapping you in a straight jacket of her cool living fluids. A clone sat on each arm and leg, one hovered over your head, and the final one straddled your waist, already dripping over your cock. The center (true) Morgana towered over you with her regal demeanor.

“You know, I’ve been thinking, pet. Five monster girls and soon a whole coven of witches. I’ve accepted your nature and want you to grow in power, but it still makes me uneasy. I’d be much more content with some…assurances.”

That caught your attention.

“Assurances?” You asked in a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

A sinister smile crept up on the faces of the clones.

“Yes, my love. I know we discussed waiting, but I think it’s time I show you something.”

True Morgana’s gelatinous body shimmered under the dim light of the bedroom. Slowly, she parted the semi-liquid substance of her chest. As she did, the viscous material stretched and flowed like syrup, revealing a solid mass nestled deep within her form. The core pulsed with a faint ethereal light, swirling with hues of pink and violet, casting soft reflections through her body.

Her expression was both **** and enigmatic, her gem-like eyes watching with curiosity—or perhaps amusement. The mass, a smooth, crystalline sphere, appeared to throb in rhythm with her emotions, its glow intensifying with excitement or dimming with caution. A single droplet of her slime dripped from its surface, absorbed back into her form.

“Do you know what this is, Asmodeus?” She said playfully shifting the orb.

You did, actually. You had learned about it when doing some personal research on slime girls.

“It’s your core. Basically, it’s the physical manifestation of the magic that created you. It is the most **** part of a slime woman’s body.” You said, repeating a line from an article you read, and honestly feeling touched she’d expose something like that to you. It showed a lot of trust.

“Good boy. I’ll grant you a reward for being so clever.”

Morgana squelched your throbbing cock into her tight-pulsating pussy, a gasp escaped you as the gelatinous insides began to rhythmically stroke you.

“Does it feel good, darling? It feels good to me. It feels like it’s been ages.” She cooed, eating up all your subtle reactions. It felt so good to be at her mercy.

The clones, continuing to restrain you, began to each pump themselves against your limbs. The one hovering over your head, squatted down just enough to give you a full view as she rubbed her dripping snatch with her fingers. Apparently, the arousal was contagious, and the full body stimulation was almost overwhelming.

“Cores are very important to slimes.” Morgana started again while adding a subtle rocking to her already intoxicating internal squeezing. “They help us form, think, and…” She paused for a moment, grunting at the feeling, and picking up her pace. “...breed.”

Your eyes widened as she continued.

“I can make clones without issue, but in the end, they are just copies. It’s only when a male’s semen contacts a core that I can produce true offspring.”

Her pace quickened once more. The rhythmic squeezing now changed to include internal appendages that licked and flicked your urethra and frenulum.

“If, for example, my little plaything were to release everything he had stored in these big balls of his…” She emphasized the point by giving a silent command to the clones on your legs. Laying down with their faces near where you entered True Morgana, they extended their tongues to lap at your boiling testicles. “...if he decided to explode onto it, that is, then I would definitely get pregnant.”

Morgana placed the core back into her body. You watched as the gem-like core was pushed to the place where your swollen cock head was piercing your goddess. You felt it as it was pressed against your cock’s head as if you had reached the entrance to her womb.

“W-wait, Morgana.” You gasped. “We agreed. Not yet. Plus, the contraception spell…”

“Can be nullified.” She cut you off while grinding her core against your twitching manhood.

“Remember what Lexi said.” Morgana mused. “No petty magic will withstand the Lord of Lust. You just have to will it, and your seed will ravage my core and produce our baby.”

“We’re not ready yet…” You were panting at the stimulation.

“All I have to do is break you, darling. Using this body of mine, I seduced your former incarnation. Oh he tried to resist me for so long, but eventually even he fell in love with me. Ensnaring the chief devil of lust earned me my title as Empress of Desire. I want you to understand me when I tell you that you will break. I will show you euphoria the likes of which you’ve never experienced. By the time I finish with you, you’ll beg me to let you breed me.”

“Morgana, you don’t need to go that far.” You pleaded hoarsely.

“Punishment first, then pleasure.” She repeated.