You teach him everything you've learned, and he teaches you a thing or two too.

Erin pulls your arm tight, like he's scared you'll fade away like a too good to be true dream at the light of morning. It touches something deep inside you, something you are pretty sure you don't physically have anymore...your heart. You pull him in closer and you don't care who hears you say. "Don't you worry, cutey, I'm not going anywhere with out you."

He looks up at you with deep emerald pools melting in his eyes. His lips are so wet and luscious you would swear he was in his slime form. You lean down and crush your lips against his, he sucks in your tongue and his body writhes hungrily against yours. You feel the eyes of your fellow slimes linger on you, some in disdain, some in jealousy, and some in longing. You ignore them all, the only eyes you care about are closed as you suck on his lips. "Let's get to your room before we have to start charging admission."

Erin giggles like a beautiful bell chiming, and leads you to his room. You really feel the eyes on you in the hall, and you are starting to suss out the species from the way they carry themselves, a scent on the air. You certainly aren't making friends by parading a prime slice of slime boi like Erin when you're just a lowly level 1er yourself. You just keep walking forward. You have nothing to prove to them. Whether they want to fuck you or fight you, either way you'll make it not worth the price of admission, and they can seem to smell it. As you walk, Erin seems to pick up on it too, sauntering sexy and sweet, showing off what is just out of their reach.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally make it to Erin's dorm. He opens the door and pulls you inside, and you close it behind him, pinning him to it as you feed him your tongue and peel off his clothes. You step back to see him as he really is, ripe and red and cute and curvy. He start to bring his hands up to mold himself into something more plump and pornographic with a wet, welcoming pussy, but you stop him, saying, "Wait. I want you, not some avatistic asshole's fantasy. You're beautiful, and if you'll be mine..." you melt out of your clothing and FIRM up in front of him, a shimmering specimen of manhood, "I'll be yours."

He melts for you in every way that matters and then some, you can taste his need off his tongue and he can taste your lust on yours. You are tempted to offer him a demon's cock, huge and ridged for his pleasure...or a werewolf's prick, long and knotted to hold him in place until he thinks he's in heat. Instead, you decide to slide inside him with your own cock...and not the idealized version of your fantasies. Instead you spread him sweetly with your slender, short shaft, but you slide inside him with the confidence and cunning of a casanova.

He doesn't seem to mind the lack of depth or girth, he is lost in your passion, and you in his. Both of you display surprising strength, you in slamming into his ample ass, and he in bucking blissfully back onto you. Your anatomy twists and turns so you never miss his mouth on yours no matter how you shift and swell. You go on like this for hours, lost in endless ecstasy until you both finally fall into a pair of pleasured puddles tasting each others every last sticky sweet orgasm. After what feels like days, and is probably minutes, you manage to pull yourselves together enough to pull yourselves apart.

"So...uhm...can you stay the night?" Erin beams up at you, and you can't think of any place you'd rather be. Unfortunately, there is one place where you have yet to establish your dominion. The place where you lay your head. Your very own dorm with your very own domme. The only question is if you dare to face the experienced enchantress, or stay safe, and satiated in the arms of your lover?