John shoved aside all thoughts of the outside world the second he was in the relative privacy inside the cluster of crystals. It was incredibly easy given the beautiful slime girl that he was there with. The time it took him to unequip his clothes was the time she needed to form her sexual features. It was incredible what difference a pair of nipples made, and John’s already erect cock jumped at the sight. Yet, it wasn’t her breasts that he indulged in first.

With rough but demanding movements, he pushed her chest first against the smooth surface of one of the polished crystals. Her lustful expression reflected in the light blue colour. John didn’t get to see it for much longer. The Mandala Sphere was being used for paperwork elsewhere and his real body went down to his knees. “Thank you, Master,” Undine gasped, “for pleasing me.”

The Gamer gave her ass a nice slap. Jiggling fantastically, the blue bubble butt before him only came to a halt when he grabbed both cheeks with his hands. “Sing for me,” he demanded. His hands sunk nicely into the soft, firm slime of her behind. Parting the spherical goodness, he looked at her cunt. Already, Undine was panting.

Her pussy was dripping wet, quite literally. Juices fell in gooey strands from her dark blue mound, swollen and ready for whatever John wanted to throw at her. More ran down the inside of her thighs, making her smooth skin extra shiny. John didn’t hold back and immediately buried his face in her fantastic ass. “Yes,” the brilliant songstress gasped as he parted her folds with his tongue.

Her honey was more watery in consistency than normal pussy juice and it was also delicious. Sweet, with a hint of salt and hotness, her mixed nature of a gorgeous woman made from water and shadow could be experienced in an extremely pleasant manner. Wildly, he gorged himself on her wet cunt. Her fat ass pressed against his face with all its softness as Undine thrust her hips back to give him deeper access to her folds. They were tight even around his tongue, those folds that had been shaped to pleasure him and him alone perfectly.

“Yes… Master… Master! My John!” she moaned melodically, her pitch reacting to the movements of his tongue and hands. By her conscious choice, her butt was just as much a sensitive zone as her pussy was. Groping, kneading and spanking it were all sources of pleasure for the incredibly perverted, big-titted goth slime. It was incredibly easy to make her orgasm, and John took every advantage of it to taste more of her sweetness and hear more of her ecstatic song. “I want to pleasure you too,” she whined, showing that she was well-trained as well. “Please, Master, let me pleasure you too!”

‘As long as your delicious cunt stays put,’ he answered her mentally, giving her another hard slap on the backside. The sharp smack echoed in his ears, but her shout was louder. If Undine had any proper answer for him, it was lost among the quivering of her legs and the gush of honey into his mouth.

He felt a heated kiss on his balls, quickly transforming into the same mouth sucking greedily on the seed-filled sack. A tongue extended from a second mouth, sliding up the length of his pre-cum dripping cock. The Gamer didn’t need to look down to know what was happening. Using the shadow he cast, the abysstide elemental was creating copies of herself. They wouldn’t be fully formed bodies, but a head was enough to suck him off and the access angle was perfect.

Reaching down with one hand, he found the left antler of the Undine clone that was sliding up his shaft just as she reached the tip. Immediately, he sunk deep into her throat, pulling her close while thrusting forwards. The abysstide elemental’s real body screamed. The doubtlessly sensitive throat vibrated all around him. While she copied the texture and slimy feeling of a usual deepthroat, everything else made it more deserving of the title mouth-pussy. Monster girl mouth-pussy, to be completely accurate, as Undine’s throat was full of tiny bumps that massaged him in ways inhuman and incredibly pleasurable. She was showing every bit that she and Siena shared at least some of their nature.

John didn’t have the mind to care. Buried to the nose in her round ass, sheathed entirely in her greedy mouth and with his balls being worshipped like the greatest holy relic to ever exist, the only thing on his mind was pleasure. Without delay, he started to fuck her throat. Her screams swelled in volume. It rose even more when he redoubled the efforts of his tongue. They raced towards the finish line and crossed it together.

Cum pumped down Undine’s throat. The clone between his legs formed arms, just to wrap them around his hips and press her face more intensely against his groin. Each time a new spurt of seed filled that Undine, the main one convulsed. These spasms were the gaps between the notes of her orgasm and each of them flooded John’s mouth with a new gush of her delicious juice.

As his seed stopped fuelling the second layer of her orgasm and the one created by his skilled tongue ebbed away, the honey continued flowing in its regular quantity. John gave it one last slurp before kissing his way across one cheek of her jiggling ass and rising to his feet. Both copies moved with him, keeping his cock sheathed until he reached the height of her ass. The tongue slathering his balls kept moving even while he drummed his shaft on her butt.

“Do you want me?” John asked. The answer was obvious from her body language alone. The lustful stare over her shoulder, the soft wiggling of her large, round ass and the trembling of her entire shape, eager for what would come next. It was the storm of need that her mind radiated that John enjoyed the most. Undiluted lust, flowing from her soul into his, where it mingled with his own desires. Still, he stayed where he was, smacking her jiggling backside with his massive member. “Speak up, Undine.”

“Yes… Master…” The slime girl sounded hesitant, knowing that her words were inadequate in formulating the depth of her desire. “I want you. This slutty, flawed slime wants you to fuck her. Take me in any way you desire, my Master. I am yours.” He rested his cock in the depression of her ass and she quickly changed her movements from a simple wiggle to a back-and-forth slide. “Please, put your hot, hard rod inside me.”

He snapped his fingers. “Are you my sex slave?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her willing submissiveness suddenly spiking. Ever so subtly, she changed her posture, making herself seem smaller, more vulnerable and more willing to listen to whatever he had to say. “I’m an instrument to your pleasure. Play with me however you wish, I want all of it. My body exists solely to take shapes that you desire.”

“Any shape I desire, hm?” John hummed, feeling a sudden craving she could easily satisfy. An image flared up in his mind and Undine started to take its shape. All of her grew smaller, but while her size decreased greatly, her tits and ass only changed to prevent any grotesque disproportion form occurring. While her legs diminished in length, she formed a cube from her own slime underneath her, allowing her butt to remain level with his cock.

Shorter but no less stacked, Undine’s glassy, golden eyes stared at John. “Does this please… you… Mashtaaah?” she drifted towards slurring, just from John’s dominant stare at her small, submissive body. “Am I a good sex shlave?”

“A fantastic one.” The Gamer grabbed her by the hips, slime spilling between his fingers with all of the softness and satisfaction of genuine flesh, and slammed into her ready pussy.

“MASHTAH ISH INSHIDE MEEEEEE!” the shortstack Undine sang towards the sky, her head flying back as she climaxed. Her pussy was no less tight than usual, that would have been impossible for the form-fitting hole, but the rest of her body was more receptive towards pleasure. Less surface area meant a higher concentration of her sexually sensitive slime and John lost no time smacking her sensitive butt with repeated thrusts and his hands.

“You like this a lot,” John remarked and reached for her head. Compact as she was at the moment, shorter even than Sylph, it was easily within range. He hooked two fingers into her mouth with his left hand, grabbed the right antler with the other one, and pulled her flexible body until he had an upside-down look at her face.

“Ye-ah-ah-ah-ah,” she answered, perfectly hitting the exact same note, as he kept dictating the rhythm of their engagements. The steady smack of his ass-rippling thrusts combined with her moan for a rhythm that was incredibly primitive in its structure and equally beautiful in its execution. The mouths servicing his balls had to cease, unable to keep up with the prolonged and fast thrusts.

“Make me cum,” he commanded.

He got what he asked for. Undine’s perfectly shaped cunt swirled and vibrated all around his cock. What was previously in a wonderful balance between tight and slippery, maximizing movement and pleasurable friction, suddenly gripped him so tight he couldn’t move. Every sensitive spot on his cock was simultaneously assaulted. With mindless ecstasy, Undine screamed, the service she was giving him getting her off. Then he started to cum and the reward for his command mingled with the attributes of his seed.

It was oddly satisfying, as always, to see his cock through her body. Buried up to the navel inside her backwards bent body, his member tensed as his load pumped into her. Each ejaculation shot thick white strands into her body. If it hadn’t been for the Perks, just being filled with it would have had the slime experience raw bliss. Being what she was, however, she could taste the magic dissolving inside her. Energy, the perks of seed and voice, and their regular engagement, they combined and made Undine squirt wave after wave.

While her lower mouth provided an excess, her upper one went silent. Wide agape, her shout ceased as the pleasure became overbearing. Her golden eyes rolled up until John could barely see them through the fluttering lids. Grinning down at the sight, he decided to make it just a little bit worse for her.

The deliberate grasp of her pussy had loosened to the climaxing tightness. A tiny difference, all things considered, but enough of one that John could slowly pull out. Desperate grunts escaped Undine as her mind howled, ‘No, no, stay inside, John, I need you to cum inside me!’

The Gamer had no intention to disappoint one of his women. When he was almost out of her, he slammed back into her. Undine’s body quaked under the impact and a scrambled series of tones escaped her as the intense pleasure renewed the force of her multiple orgasms. Because he was on the timer of his own climax, John only managed to pull that stunt off two more times. When the post-orgasmic sensitivity kicked in, he just stayed inside the fun-sized slime and let the remaining drops of seed be wrung out by her pussy.

It was literally made for it. Pulses travelled from her pussy lips up John’s shaft, massaging even the smallest bit of cum from him. He gasped a couple of times from the near-overstimulation. When there was nothing more to take, Undine’s folds relaxed for the most part, sometimes contracting when an aftershock made her let out a rattling moan.

Ten seconds of gathering his breath, that was all the Gamer needed to be ready again. He took his right hand off her horns and snapped his fingers. “Are you my sex slave?” he asked, feeling the soft nod of the still dumb-fucked Undine through the fingers still hooked into her mouth. “A good sex slave wouldn’t leave me uncleaned, now would she?” he said, before snapping his fingers again. “Do you love my cock? Are you my cum slut?”

He didn’t have to give her any proper command to get her to do what he wanted. The second he pulled out of her pussy, Undine turned around. He had given her the hypnotic suggestion to be submissive twice, and had just now added the one that made her wish to worship his cock and the one that made her crave the taste of his cum.

“Tha-ah-nk you for the opportunity-iah- to pleashe you, Masterrrr.” The short Undine leaned forwards and took his cock into her throat. It reached behind her breasts, showing just how ridiculously elastic the insides of goblins had to be to take someone his size. While she bobbed back and forth, two copies of her formed from John’s shadow again. This time, they had enough room to fully manifest Undine’s hourglass figure.

There was a momentary problem as the number of antlers around made it more difficult to move than it should have been. Undine solved this by simply unmaking the ones on the head of her true body. Purely out of instinct, she changed the form of that one to her human disguise. Black hair and pale skin, with eyes that were a natural shade of amber rather than brilliant gold.

John had no complaints about this change. His cock was being serviced by a shortstack goth and two incredibly sexy slimes with hourglass figures. All of them were directed by the same mind, all of her craved to kiss, lick and suck on his dick and sack. With three mouths, Undine could cover all of his member even while her pink lips slid up and down the entirety of his shaft.

Standing there, doing nothing but watch Undine throat-fuck herself to repeated climaxes, John was reminded of the cold environment. The sun on his back kept him warm, but without movement to occupy him, the temperature on the ground did distract him a bit. Closely intertwined with his mind, Undine immediately reacted to his predicament.

Several more of her split from the already present bodies and surrounded him. It was an ocean of panting slime, pressing her hot curves and particularly her tits against him. After all of the attention he gave to her butt, rightfully so given the roundness of John’s favourite body part, getting all of her breasts applied to him was a splendid addition to the session.

Hard nipples and soft bags of extra squishy slime pressed against his sides, his back, his chest and his shoulders. He extended his hands into random directions. Temporarily obsessed with servicing and sucking him, one hand was quickly claimed by the mouth of one of the bodies, licking his fingers. The other reached around an Undine by his side. She turned around so he could grope her chest.

He looked at the bouncy bags that he cupped and fondled. Pulling and twisting a nipple, he coerced moans from the many mouths. His mind was so occupied with pleasure that he barely heard all of that. He felt it most clearly in the reverberations from Undine’s throat on his cock. He loved the feeling of her tight lips, sealing tight as she smoothly slid up and down his shaft. Her tongue liquified, swirled around him and massaged him while he slid into the clenching tightness of her throat.

Every Undine around had the same expression. The eyes tried to focus, but rolled back up whenever she sucked him all the way down. Blank and ecstatic, her faces resembled the state of her mind, a sea in debauched turmoil. John stopped massaging her soft tits for just long enough to snap his fingers one last time. “Work for your release,” he said. Then he pressed his hand back into the fullness of her bosom and his lips on hers.

The trio on his cock went into a wild frenzy of service. A wild need to make him orgasm overtook the goth slime, her own capability to do so sealed by the hypnotic command. The shortstack at the centre no longer went all the way up and down, keeping at least half of him inside her at all times. While hundreds of tendrils formed inside her throat, the two normal Undines at the sides concentrated fully on working the base of his cock and worshipped one of his balls each.

The thoughts of the Gamer and his water spirit tied closely together. All of the Undines’ moans synchronized, went higher and higher in pitch the closer she knew he was getting to release. She needed him to cum, to do it with her mouth, to taste his seed. “”Master… Master! … MASTER!”” were the final three shouts of all the slimes around before his balls tightened. Then everything went silent.

Silent and very, very tense. Every last Undine around him vibrated, as if every non-existent muscle inside her many bodies was strained to its extreme. Pussies squirted, tongues extended into the quiet, and John’s orgasm became one with the massive wave of pleasure that washed through their combined minds. Like any wave inside a limited container, the ecstasy kept bouncing around within the confines for a wonderfully chaotic and mindless stretch of time. All hypnotic suggestions became undone and John emptied a third massive load into the receptive abysstide elemental.

The chaos began to subside, the sea calmed, and Undine’s many bodies began to unify back into one. By the time the last drop was gently massaged from his shaft, there was only one Undine kneeling in front of him. She was back to her regular size, but still wore the human goth disguise. Either form was beautiful, to John it was just a difference of flavour.

When she slid up his shaft, she sucked tightly. With a loud ‘pop’ the minorly deflated member finally left her mouth. “Clean enough, John?” she asked, just to be certain that he was done.