Alone Time with a Slime

Elara reluctantly left shortly after making her unusual request, your powers and her desires ensnaring her temporarily. Though you had agreed to help, you weren’t sure that you could actually do what she wanted. You got so swept up in the passion of the moment and the thrill of seduction that you just sort of agreed. Was it possible to make her a devil? That would be a question for Lexi before the ritual. You didn’t want to make a contract for something you couldn’t deliver.

You weren’t going to have to wait long for the ritual either. Elara had explained that it would take a day or two for the coven to be prepared. In the meantime, you needed to prepare yourself. You had taken a couple days off from work in order to be available for anything the coven might need and to work with Lexi on what to expect. This meant that you were home alone now. Just you and Morgana…alone…

It felt like ages since just you and your goddess had an opportunity like this. You decided not to waste it.

“Morgana?” You called out.

No response.

“Morgana?” You asked through your mental connection.

No response. Was she asleep in the bedroom?

You decided to go look for her.

The moment he stepped through the door, something felt off. The air was warm, humid even, and there was a faint, sweet scent lingering in the air—like honey mixed with something just a little too inviting. You barely had time to take another step before something squished beneath your boot.

You glanced down. A shimmering puddle of deep violet slime spread across the floor, oozing toward you with deliberate intent.

“Oh no…”

Before you could react, the puddle exploded upward, tendrils of slime wrapping around your wrists, waist, and legs—restraining, but not painful. Cool, slimy, soft, and teasing. The substance reformed, pulling itself together into a curvaceous, familiar figure.

“I’ve been waiting for you, pet.” she purred, her body pressing flush against yours, her liquid body conforming perfectly to your shape.

“The witch left, but it took you so long to seek me out. You weren’t trying to avoid me, were you?”

She didn't give you a chance to answer. Another form emerged from the puddle behind you—a second her. Identical, yet subtly different, her expression dripping with mischief. Before you could protest, Morgana wrapped her arms around you from behind, pressing herself against your back.

A third clone shimmered into existence right beside you, leaning in to whisper, “You’ve been neglecting your duties, dear husband. You know how I feel about that.”

You swallowed, trying to stay composed, but the feeling of her body—no, their bodies—was relentless. Every shift and movement was deliberate, their gelatinous forms pressing, molding, adjusting with perfect precision to trap you in a cocoon of teasing softness.

The first Morgana traced a finger down your chest, the digit stretching and reshaping, swirling playfully around you before reforming.

“You’ve been working hard. I can tell this business with the witches has been exciting, yet exhausting for you.” she sighed dramatically. “So, we’ve decided to help our cute plaything relax.”

The clone behind you tightened her grip, nuzzling against your neck. “That’s right. No more distractions. No more excuses.”

The third Morgana reached up, cupping your chin with a hand that slowly melted into your skin before reforming. “You're ours for the day. No escaping, no resisting. Understand?”

The three of them smiled in perfect, synchronized delight.

The real her—or was it?—tilted your chin up, looking you in the eye with a playful smirk. “Now, be a good husband and surrender to your goddess, won’t you?”

With the way they surrounded you, their soft, fluid bodies conforming to every inch of you, you didn’t have much choice.

The clone holding your chin’s amethyst eyes glimmered with excitement.

“Punishment first, then pleasure.” She purred, her tendrils wriggling in anticipation.

You could smell the fragrant lust coming off of them. Morgana was pent up, and you knew whatever happened next would be a hellish pleasure. You wanted to agree and just bask in whatever play she had come up with. Still, you were Asmodeus. You weren’t going to go down without a little playful resistance.

You dropped your illusion magic, exposing your eyes, horns, and tail. Though you hadn’t made anyone else a ****, you noticed the additional changes had started once your tail had grown. You looked almost like a proper devil now.

All three clones moaned simultaneously.

“Asmodeus! So fucking sexy! He’s mine! I’m going to squeeze all his baby seeds out. I want to be impregnated. Please!” You heard the whispers coming from Morgana’s mind, the last line was a bit troubling.

You had meant to intimidate her a bit by transforming, but of course it had had the opposite effect. The truth was, you had noticed her obsessive feelings growing since your transformations had begun. It had put you off at first, worrying that she was truly only interested in the devil part of you. You soon rationalized that she had been into you even before your transformation. Sure, she had suspicions you might be connected to her former lover, but you had settled that. You decided you weren’t going to allow such insecure feelings to control you. You loved her, and she loved you.

“I’ll admit you might be the most desirable creature I ever laid my eyes on,” You said with a silky baritone. “But what would happen if I declined such an invitation? I mean, I am Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. My time is shared between so many.” You feigned fatigue. “Perhaps I’m too tired.”

All three of Morgana’s clones began to bubble with jealousy. You felt all of them grip you tighter. The one holding your chin spoke again.

“You may have many beautiful women. I’ve tasted some of them myself. None of them compare to your goddess. You are mine. Decline, and I will be **** to enact divine justice onto you. The torment you feel will be more than all the punishments of the hells.”

Everything was said in the most seductive tone she could muster. You knew from experience that she meant what she said. Still, you made a show of struggling. Pushing it with Morgana was too much fun and typically ended with you on the brink of madness. Now mostly encased in the slime from the clones, you could scarcely move.

“So be it.” They hissed.