Kill the Slime!

“By the Burning Rose, die demon!”

The red slime jerks upright at your battle cry as you vault over the rocks. The Sword of the Saint blazes with righteous white fire in your hand as you bring it down. The slime screams, rearing back as the blade cuts deep, scarlet steam rising from her wound.

The imp drops from her pelvis with a thump and you step over it as the slime retreats. You swing again, chopping off the arm she tries to shield herself with. It falls to the floor with a wet smack and disintegrates with an angry hiss into steam.

“No! Mercy!” the slime wails as her back strikes the cave wall.

“Not again!” You jam the sword into her chest. The slime screams, her voice petering off into the hiss as the holy flame engulfs her. The steam obscures her for a moment, and when it fades, naught is left of your foe but a scarlet stain in the vague shape of a woman on the rock.

“Fire hair! Behind!”

You move with the speed of a life of training. Seamlessly the sword slides from the stone leaving beyond a perfect slit. You swing it around and a purple slime shrieks as the flames scour her breasts causing them to collapse grotesquely like popped balloons. She had a far more defined shape before you sliced off her chest, a crown of horns in her brow. She staggers back but you advance relentlessly.

“No!” the violet slime cries, tendrils springing from her back like snakes. “Stay back!” Her many arms fly at you like whips. You adjust your stance and shout in defiance, swinging your blade against the arms, slicing them apart to fall, hissing to the floor as they dissolve in violet steam.

The slime quickly loses mass, her body becoming smaller as you slaughter her piecemeal. Realizing her error, she turns and tries to run, but she is too small now. You catch her easily with your long stride and impale her on the sword. She screams and arches, the tip of the sword coming out between her withered breasts, and white fire engulfs her in a storm. Like her sister, she dissolves into so much steam, fading in the air and leaving no trace behind.

You lower your blade, panting at the near thing. The fire of the blade still burns hotly, and by its enchanted glow you see the imp where he cowers, watching you with a kind of awe. He scrambles to his feet.

“You did it Fire Hair! You save me!”

“I did not do it for you,” you say wearily.

“Was awful!” the demon squeal slavishly, hopping form one foot to the other, his cock, limp for the first time you met the little demon swaying like a pendulum between his legs. “Took me and started fucking me. Tried to resist but felt so good! Then you came!”

He rushed for you and before you can act he has attached himself to your leg like a barnacle. “You save me Fire hair! Know you liked me!”

You suck in a breath when you feel him start to hump your naked leg. “Get off me!” you shout kick him away. The imp pops free and falls to the ground, bouncing twice before regaining his feet. He looks at you adoringly. “Glenda,” you say. “Where is she?”

“Elf slut?” the imp asks. He shrugs. “Didn’t see. Maybe went for piss.” He perks up, his stinger tail swishing behind him as his cocks rises to salute you at half mast. Goddess, does anything slow him down. “Want me to look? Find her good!”

“Shut up,” you growl and pinch your brow, the sword drooping even as the imp’s rises. You’re tired, you’re cold, and you do not want to deal with this. Maybe you should just send the little bastard to find Glenda. It sounds like he wants to help now, but there are still a good many unanswered questions about those slimes.