The chief enters [Greater Slime]

This route is planned for after I finish or run out of ideas for the Goblin route

After every goblin had their fun with her and they tired themselves, one by one they were all left lying on the floor together, covered in sweat and cum. Katya used the moment to relax a little, enjoying the silence and rest.

Only a moment after the last goblin had dropped to the floor, she heard someone come inside the cell. The goblin started to wake up and rose their heads in attention. They looked at the entrance and shook the men that were still sleeping, getting up and leaving her cell.

When every goblin had left, Katya saw who had entered the room. He looked human like her, and by the reaction of the goblins, he was their master. He had long white hair but a soft young face and a slender body without much muscle, he was wearing nice long robes that seemed to move on their own, swaying with wind that wasn’t there, and he had no armor. He appeared too soft and noble to be leading a band of goblin raiders. He advanced slowly towards her.

“Please! You could get ransom. Someone-” She pleaded, thinking she could reason with him, but stopped when the man changed colors in front of her, turning from the human pink color to light blue, raising a finger to his mouth.

“I have no need of gold, what I need, they wouldn’t give for you.” He wasn’t a man or even a Kien, he was a Creature, a slime. He proceeded to explain their situation to her. “I took over this tribe of goblin by killing their leader, but they will only follow a greater slime if I bring them breeding slaves and can produce my own children, they wouldn’t follow someone who’s not man enough to have a son. Instead of having small lesser slimes with the female goblins, I’d rather breed greater slimes with a human. Who knows, you might even give birth to a king slime.”

The words felt like a bucket of ice water, she had held on to hope that they would set her free eventually, after having their fun. This greater slime intended to keep her as her personal breeding machine and she’d heard stories, slime were artificial beings created with magic like all Creatures, they were known for their physical resilience, nigh unending stamina and their insatiable hunger, both of meals and sex.

“Get it into your head, you will either breed with me, or I will consume you to self-duplicate,” Slimes could dissolve any organic matter to grow and build a duplicate core to reproduce, their power was smaller than with real reproduction. “but I’m not an idiot, with your magic power you would birth powerful hybrids.”

Normally slimes of any kind wouldn’t be a threat to humans, little more than vermin. Greater slimes had a default humanoid shape, instead of the ball shape of lesser slimes, but this slime had been smart enough to lead a goblin tribe to get better slaves to mate with. Slime usually relied on jumping on unsuspecting farmer girls or a lone careless adventurer, they trapped them by covering them almost completely and then mated with them inside. If they were too strong to contain and fuck, they could always eat them and use their inherent magic power to create more slime, in cases of individuals or races with a lot of magic like Katya, they could create powerful slime variants.

“I’d rather not eat you,” To her surprise, he freed her from her shackles. “I could **** you, but I would prefer if you cooperate.” She caressed her hurt wrists, looking at them, then she raised her eyes to the door. “I can get three hundred children from a human woman before she’s spent forever. That takes time, time were you could be my prey or my partner.”

He let his last statement hang for a moment, Katya wasn’t answering one way or another, the implications where overwhelming and she didn’t fell like she had a real choice in spite of how he was making it sound. Agreeing to be his willing sex partner could buy her time until hopefully a chance to escape or to be rescued prestened itself.

“Come,” the slime ordered interrupting her thoughts, he helped her with a hand. “Follow. Don’t get any ideas.” When she got to her feet, she noticed that without his disguise he looked soft and shiny, and that his clothes where a part of him. His hand had covered her hand up to her wrist, but she could still feel a hand shape holding her. He was shorter than her, but his firm, deep voice, her trapped hand and the fact that he had backup was enough to give him control. At this distance and in her state, she could never manage to cast anything, and physical attacks would be useless.