Burn away the pleasure

Holy fury fills you like a fire. Against the pillowy lips and snaking tongue of the slime you mouth the words of a prayer. The lethargy of the slime burns from your skin, replaced by a pure sensitivity to the goddesses’ glow. You arch to the glory of Her power. White light pours from your body. The slime makes a bubbling scream and draws away, but not fast enough, her syrupy limbs disintegrating against you.

You sit up, freed of the slime’s turgid embrace, the few scraps of clothes which remain blowing away leaving your lithe body nude for all to see. Glenda lies, panting, at the other end of the boat. Above you you hear the imp whistle.

“Fire hair got a nice body! Wanna feel what you can do with it?”

You shoot a glare to the winged pest, who draws back a bit further seeing the light of the goddess burning in an aura about your figure. You are pure still. You stand. At the far end of the boat cowers the slime. She has lost much of her substance, only retaining enough to manage her voluptuous figure, nearly as large as your own. However her shape is limp and lacks the earlier solidity you had seen, as if she can barely retain her current shape, nearly dissolving into a blue puddle like she had been before.

“Grrrooooo…Only wanted you be happy,” the slime burbles. “No hurt. Please…”

With the power of the Rose filling you, it would be a simple matter to end this creature. But is that what you truly wish?