Pleasant little dreams had formed a thick mist over the conversations taking place around Florin. All of his classmates’ voices were just a distant chatter, staticky bickerings and quibblings over things that didn’t really seem to involve him.

The dreams weren’t fully-formed. The awareness that he was drifting off felt more tangible than the dreams themselves. They were just… pleasant. Sweet scents, or sweet tastes, maybe. Maybe sweet smiles. Maybe… Enythe…?

His head lolled.

“Florin? Hey, Floooriiin~!” Fingers snapped by his ear.

His head shot up. “I’m awake!” he blurted, swatting Yljina’s hand away. “Heavens, no need to snap like that.

“Sorry!” Yljina grinned up at him, showing off her sharp white teeth. The lone goblin girl enrolled in the whole of the Heroic Academy, used to providing scandal by her mere physicality, was rarely sorry for much. “But you were missing the good stuff.”

“Come on, Florin.” Mallow chuckled and reached across the table to hand Florin a notebook. The young mage raised an eyebrow. “You can’t sleep through a study group you started.”

Their table was tucked into a particularly cozy corner of the Old Library, an alcove within the maze of bookshelves right next to a wide picture window overlooking the eastern sparring grounds. Florin happened to be right in the path of a sunbeam.

“Oh, come on, be nice,” Damsyl murmured. The red-haired trapbreaker cuddled up against Mallow, stifling a heavy yawn. Florin saw Mallow’s cheeks redden. “You know it’s, like… hard for him to stay awake, when we’re all clearly so boring.” Her eyes brightened, and she gave Florin a sly grin. “Is Enythe being here not enough to keep your attention?”

Enythe giggled. Florin’s maybe-girlfriend, seated next to him, flashed him a smirk. Her pale blonde hair caught the sunlight like it had its own enchanted glow. She was usually too shy to talk much in crowds, but her face was expressive enough to make up for it.

There came a chuckle from across the table, and Florin looked up to see Harin leaning back in his seat with a lazy smile. “He’s probably just scattered because of all those late-night sparring sessions he’s been taking.” The chair audibly creaked beneath the towering warrior’s weight. “And he does need the practice, girls. Believe me.”

Florin huffed. He’d only lost the last matchup because he’d been unlucky enough to get matched against Harin, who was twice his size and unfortunately had the competence to match his confidence. “I’m scattered because I haven’t eaten, you oafs. It’s not my fault they closed the dining hall before nine-thirty.”

“Harin and I haven’t eaten,” Mallow said, “and we’re fine, aren’t we? Just looking forward to lunch.”

“Well, I had to miss dinner last night, too!”

“Oh?” Harin tilted his head innocently. “Because of sparring practice?”

Florin scowled. He pointedly turned to Mallow. “The point is, I’m starving.”

“Well, it’s your own fault,” Yljina said. “If you’d gotten up for the morning run with Enythe and Damsyl, you would’ve made it there in time to snag something, right?” She took a bite out of her fresh-baked donut, which was covered in enough unwholesomely rich frosting to basically guarantee it had not come from their dining hall.

Enythe nodded sagely, arching an eyebrow.

“I didn’t see you on our little run, did I?” Damsyl giggled, regarding Yljina curiously. “I feel like I’d remember you being there, um… Yljana.”

“When’s the last time she’s woken up before eleven?” Mallow rolled his eyes. “Hey, Yljina, share one of those donuts?” He reached out a greedy hand.

Yljina gave a disdainful sniff and drew her donut clear of his grasp. “You know I’m not allowed to share the things I bake, silly. Just like I can’t possibly get up before eleven o’clock with my delicate biological needs, and stuff.”

Nobody could get into Yljina’s dorms to wake her, by campus policy. She had her own separate dorms on the corner of campus. Florin honestly had no idea how she hadn’t failed a course yet with how many lessons she missed.

Enythe giggled. “Uh-huh. Right.” She leaned against Florin. She looked up at him, then flicked her gaze knowingly over to Damsyl and Mallow. Damsyl was snuggling up very close, and Mallow’s face was getting redder as his retort to Yljina came out a little stammery.

“Doesn’t look like breakfast helped her wake up much,” she chirped softly. “Damsyl had some massive honeybun thing for breakfast. Now she’s almost as sleepy as you are.”

Florin suppressed a laugh, hesitated, and shyly wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’re cuddly today,” he whispered back.

She smiled. Her gaze flicked to the window. It was a very cold morning; the mists had left behind faint crackly frost that was only now beginning to thaw. It wasn’t too much warmer inside at the moment.

“Oh.” He grinned. “So you want my body heat?”

“That’s what boyfriends are for. Plus, Yljina is too small, Harin’s too proud, and Damsyl already got ahold of the other guy.” She giggled, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Oh, o-okay.” He felt his cheeks heating up to helpfully warm her lips. “So it’s just process of elimination.”

She smirked and snuggled around his arm.

“So,” Yljina said, as she polished off her donut, “did the dining hall have anything goo—”

A loud, melodic chime rang out, filling the space like a thunderclap. All chatter in the library suddenly cut out. Everyone went stock-still.

That, they all knew, was the alarm bell.

After a moment, a second chime started to ring out, just as loud as the first—

—but cut off midway through.

Silence took hold. The whole of the library was still for a long second, as every student and faculty member within waited for the alarm to continue.

It did not.

Someone coughed, the silence broke, and nervous chatter erupted throughout the library like a spooked flock of birds.

“Was that the fire bell?” Enythe whispered.

“No.” Mallow frowned out towards the window. “Different sound. That was—they covered that in orientation, it was—”

“Students!” They heard racing footsteps and the soft clinking of armor, and one of the Academy’s guardswomen appeared at the entranceway to the alcove. She was red-faced and panting for breath. Florin recognized her as Thyme, one of the evening shift guards for his and Mallow’s hall. “Oh, thank Polecat, you are here.”

“What’s going on?” Damsyl asked, twirling a lock of red hair and frowning slightly. “Is this a… drill, or something?”

“N-No drill.” Thyme shook her head weakly. She looked like she’d thrown her armor on in a hurry; judging by the bags under her eyes and her messy hair, she was not usually put on the morning shift. “There’s—some sort of infection. Infestation.” She stumbled over and drew the window curtains shut.

“Infestation?” Florin asked.

“Slimes. I, uh—hha—not sure what’s going on. Half of my coworkers didn’t report in. N-No idea if it’s contained, or—” She gestured weakly, visibly struggling for air. “Might be f-fine. Might—well—just be careful.”

“What do we do?” Yljina frowned. She seemed unusually concerned, or at least put off.

“Just—just be careful,” Thyme repeated, “and keep your weapons and equipment on you, and! And avoid large crowds.” She turned and started bounding off.

“Avoid crowds? Why should we?” Yljina tilted her head. Definitely put off.

“I have to check the alarm tower!” Thyme called back, already out of sight. She clearly hadn’t registered Yljina’s question.

The study group was left in bewildered silence.

“It’s probably because she called it an ‘infection’,” Mallow said, his eyes darting towards the closed curtains. “Maybe it’s to spread out the slimes’ targets so they can’t catch us all at once.”

“But it’s just slimes.” Yljina rolled her eyes. “Who loses to slimes?”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about.” Harin’s lips quirked upwards. “I’ll bet it’s some dumb prank from Crowbar, is all.”

“Ugh. Those witch-bitches at the sororities?” Yljina’s expression soured. “I doubt they’d have the know-how to catch a few slimes. Or the nerve.”

Mallow fidgeted. His gaze was flitting about like a spooked animal’s. “We should… still be, ah, careful.”

“Careful of what? Slimes are a beginner fight. They’re barely a threat to rookies.”

“We are rookies.”

“No, we’re third-years. We’ve faced much worse than…”

Florin realized he was sort of letting the conversation spill around him again. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried. He was just so, so tired, and the study group was probably going to be talking about this for a while. At least they could focus on being alert, and he could focus on…

He felt Enythe weakly tug on his sleeve and turned to face her. She was staring up at him, her eyes wide, her gaze unsteady. She bit her lip.

“Hey,” he whispered, taking her hand shyly. “Are you…?”

She squeezed his hand tightly.

Florin flushed. He’d never seen Enythe… scared before. But then again, there were a lot of people talking at once, and they’d never had an attack on the Academy like this—even a minor one like a slime infestation. Especially not while most of the academy heads were all off school grounds.

Enythe came from the dark forests, from a vulnerable little village where nobody had ever really been safe from an attack by monsters or fae. The Academy had always been a safe place for her. A sanctuary.

Of course she was afraid to find the sanctuary under threat.

“It’s… it’s going to be fine!” he whispered. “It’s just slimes, Enythe. It’s no real threat.”

But he himself wasn’t sure. This almost felt… orchestrated. Half the guards missing, the heads all out on a mission…

“Florin,” she whispered, lower lip quivering. She pulled his arm in closer, leaning against him for comfort.

She was blushing. He could tell how embarrassed she was by this.

Florin swallowed. The others weren’t paying attention—they were arguing about whether it was easier to dis-incorporate slimes with a spell versus a weapon. They seemed to be considering going hunting for the creatures.

He knew Enythe would be humiliated if the others noticed. She was already so overwhelmed… and everyone else thought so highly of her…

He hugged her close. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he whispered. “Find a secure place to wait this out?”

She nodded meekly. Poor Enythe.

He tried not to judge her for this. He knew Enythe could be brave, could be incredible. But all of that heroic training, and right now she was… just a scared girl.

And it was his duty to protect her.

“Hey, guys,” Florin said aloud, pulling away, “Enythe and I are gonna go back to my room to wait this out. I’m not… feeling up to fighting today.”

The others looked puzzled, but nodded.

“Take care, then,” Mallow said. He smiled sympathetically at Enythe. He probably figured she was doing this for Florin’s sake. “And don’t let him sleep through the whole attack, Enie.”

“Yeah,” Damsyl said. She rested her chin on Mallow’s shoulder. “Call if you need anything, you too!”

As Florin led Enythe away, he was pretty sure he heard Harin mutter something snide under his breath. He grimaced. He wasn’t being a coward here. He was taking care of his classmate! What could be more heroic than that?

“Thanks,” Enythe murmured, nuzzling him slightly. He tried not to squirm at her lips so close to his ear. “For being so… protective today. Ugh, it’s so lame of me, I just… you know.”

He smiled shyly.

“I know,” he whispered. “With your village, and all. Don’t worry.”

She gave a sheepish smile back. “So where are we going? Your room, um, is a little far, right?

“We’ll go to the teacher’s lounge. It has all kinds of wards on its doors.”

“Would they let us in?”

“They shouldn’t need to. All the teachers will be out hunting slimes right now, right?” He licked his lips. “Plus, it’s the perfect room for a siege. They get whatever’s left over from the dining hall, don’t they?” Maybe they even had some of those honeybuns Damsyl had liked so much. Something heavy and gooey and sweet sounded like heaven right now.

“Ahh. So that’s the real reason.” Despite her anxiety, Enythe flashed him a playful smirk. “You just want your hero’s breakfast, huh?”

“I mean, if we’re going to be stuck there for a while—!” He flushed. “And it’s secure! That’s the main point. It’ll be just us in there.”

“Just us,” she echoed softly, managing a slight giggle. “And you don’t have any… ulterior motives for doing this?”

His cheeks burned. “I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

She kissed his cheek. “My big, strong hero~”

Her tone was playful, teasing. Flirtation made a good cover.

But Florin noticed Enythe cast a glance back behind them every few steps, as if expecting a horde of slimes to materialize out of thin air at any moment.

He squeezed her a little tighter.

* * *

“You’re… you’re sure they can’t get in here?” Enhyth looked around, fidgeting with a lock of her hair. “There are windows. Glass windows.”

“Those windows are plenty secure.” Florin nodded, going over to check the bolts just in case. “Remember the time Harin fumbled his crossbow and the bolt just bounced off?”

Enythe giggled. “Right. Such an oaf.”

“There’s no way in but that door.” He gestured to the office door, which they had pushed a large comfy chair to block, just in case. “We’ll be fine.”

Enythe nodded uncertainly. He could see the gears turning, probably taking an appraisal of everything in the lounge—the counter laden with sweets, the sink surrounded by six different colorful kinds of soap, the other chairs and couches by the windows.

His eyes were lingering on the first item. He went over, heart leaping as he spotted the prize he’d been hoping for: a large, decadent sticky bun dripping with gooey honey-gold frosting.

His stomach rumbled.

“I, um…” Enythe cleared her throat. “I… w-wouldn’t, Florin.”

“Huh?”

“The honeybun.” She pointed to it, frowning. “Damsyl was acting kinda… funny after she had a few.”

“What?” He blinked up at her. “You think on top of setting some slimes on us, the Crowbar girls drugged the food?”

She giggled weakly. “Maybe? Let’s just…” She shivered. “Sit down a second.”

Florin nodded hesitantly. He eyed the bun, then sighed and took a mug instead, filling it with water from the sink. He didn’t want to keep telling Enythe to calm down, but her nerves were starting to get contagious. But the room was secure. No slime could creep under the cracks of a warded door, and this room was otherwise basically airtight!

He turned the faucet off. “Okay. Do you want anything to drink?”

He felt Enythe’s hand on his arm again. He turned and saw her blinking those big, nervous eyes. “No. Let’s just sit. I need to…” She licked her lips, eyeing the honeybun. “Settle my nerves a little bit. Then we can eat. Okay, Florin?”

Florin hesitated.

Enythe tugged on his arm. “Florin?” she repeated gently.

Florin sighed and nodded. He led her over to the couch, mug held in one hand, Enythe clinging to the other. They both sat, Enythe tucking herself into the corner as usual.

Florin licked his lips. He wasn’t hesitating out of reluctance, or annoyance. His heart was fluttering. Something about seeing Enythe like this, and her being so clingy…

He took a sip of the water and set it on the desk, then turned to face Enythe.

“See?” He smiled reassuringly. “We’re totally safe in here.”

She smiled tentatively and rested her chin on his shoulder. “You’re so sweet, Florin.”

“I-I…” He laughed, shifting slightly. He wasn’t used to Enythe being this close to him for so long. She smelled nice. “It’s all in a day’s work for a hero!”

She giggled. She leaned in closer, a hand on his chest. “My hero.”

His heart fluttered. He wrapped his arm around Enythe, trying to keep from squirming. Enythe really was really… cuddly when she got scared. He wasn’t used to having her this close. “Well, I’m just doing what… anyone would do, really.”

She smiled up at him. Her lashes fluttered. “Yeah?”

He stared into her eyes. She had such pretty green eyes. “Y-Yeah.”

She leaned in slightly. “So… you’re saying anyone would…”

She planted a kiss on his shoulder. “… steal me away from the library…”

Florin’s breath caught.

She planted a kiss on his neck. “… bring me somewhere nice and private…”

Florin’s fingers gripped the cushion beneath him tighter.

Enythe rose and planted a chaste little kiss on his cheek. “… and snuggle up with me to keep me nice and comfy?”

Florin’s breaths were coming in shakily. Enythe’s kisses were always so wet, and sticky, with just the slightest flick of the tongue. He took a deep breath. “I-I mean, ah, whatever… makes you feel… safe!”

“Safe,” she echoed in his ear, and kissed him right beneath it. Her tongue gave a little lick. Her lips broke off with a pop, and it was like pink bubbles were popping right in his brain. “I feel so safe near you, Florin~”

He shivered. “I-I’m g-glad, ah, um—are you—”

He tried to shift forward slightly, to give his head a break from her dulcet whispers. Her arm took advantage to slip over his shoulders. Her hand settled on his neck. “You take such good care of me,” she cooed, using the new leverage to pull him in for another wet kiss on the neck. Her tongue lapped briefly. “Mmm…”

*mmmpopp~!*

He squirmed. “A-ah—” He rested his hands awkwardly in his lap to cover a… growing erection. Just from a few kisses. She was just so close by, so beautiful, and she smelled so nice, and her kisses were so soft and… sticky… “Enythe, you’re being, um…”

“Forward?” she whispered. She cupped his chin and tilted his head slightly towards her for a long, indulgent kiss on the cheek. “Mmwah~! Sorry!” She giggled. “It’s just… seeing you take charge like this…”

Her other hand came to rest on his knee. She licked her lips. “You wanna… comfort me, don’t you?”

Her voice sounded a little funny. Briefly, Florin wondered if she might be drunk somehow, and chivalrous anxieties bubbled up inside him.

But it wasn’t drunkenness. It was more like she was… relaxing. Like she’d been holding this in all day, and now…

“But—” He eyed the hand on his knee nervously. She was dangerously close. “But, um, Enythe—”

“Florin,” she cooed in his ear. He heard her lick her lips. “Florin, Florin, Florin~”

Her hand started to climb up his thigh.

Florin was starting to feel dizzy. Disoriented. Enythe had never, ever been this forward with him, even after they’d started dating, but—but surely crisis brought things out of people—and how could he say no when Enythe needed comfort? When she was this impressed by his heroics?

When her kisses felt so nice and… sticky?

“E-Enythe, I’m—a-are you sure y—”

“Uh-huuuh,” she sang. Her lips found his neck again. “Mwah~” Just under his jawline. “Mmwah~” Tracing down towards his throat, and then back up… “Mwah, mmwah, mmwah~!” She giggled. “Won’t you take care of me, Florin?”

“Enythe—” Florin was panting. Enythe was fully pressed against him, now, her breasts squishing against his side to trap his arm between them—and force that hand out of his lap. Only one hand was concealing his hardness now, and her hand was creeping further towards it, squeezing his thigh rhythmically. “M-Maybe we should—”

“Help my worries…” she whispered, her voice liquid and sly, “go… pop~!” She popped her lips right by his ear.

His cock throbbed.

Her hand found his hand, and then slid underneath it before he could think to stop her.

She cooed in wordless delight.

“E-Enythe,” he moaned.

She tipped his chin to make him face her. Her eyes glittered such a pretty green. Flecks of gold flickered in those eyes. “Florin,” she whispered. Her lower lip quivered in a needy pout. “Florin, you wanna cuddle me to make me feel better… right?”

Her eyes held his. Her hand slowly rubbed through his trousers.

“R-R… right?” he echoed, confused.

She beamed.

And her leg hooked over his.

And all of Florin’s wits and sense caught fire as suddenly Enythe was sitting right his lap, straddling his hips, and beaming down at him with eyes bright with passion.

“H-Hey,” he squeaked, then moaned as she gave a slow grind.

“Hiiii~!” she cooed, taking his hands from him and pulling them behind her, guiding them to her hips. “What’s wrong, Florin? Can’t a pretty girl like me sit in her big, strong hero’s lap~?”

“A-Ah—” He stared up at her. Throb. His lips were parted. He was panting, taking in deep, shaking breaths, and she smelled so good up close… “R-Right… I, um…”

She leaned down very close, pouting those luscious lips again. “Won’t my hero,” she whined softly, “give his girlfriend one… little… kiss?”

He stared into her eyes, then down at her glossy lips.

“A-Aah,” he managed, lips parting as he searched for the words…

Grind. He felt her plump ass wriggle against him, and as his mind briefly melted away from him, she leaned in—

—and took him in a long, deep kiss.

He moaned. Enythe moaned back, moaned into him, and pulled him in tighter. Her tongue slid in. Her lips smacked against his. So wet, so sticky… he whined hopelessly, leaned in helplessly, finding himself groping her butt, his hips bucking slightly…

… she tasted so…

… so sweet...

… smelled so sweet… he was panting… huffing…

His thoughts were spinning down, down, down, caught in a thick, gooey whirlpool. All he could think about was how soft her lips were, how nice it sounded when their lips half-parted and joined again, how tingles ran through him when she let out those eager, almost slutty moans, how sweet everything tasted when her tongue lick-lick-liiicked over his…

*mmmmPOP~!* She broke away with a girlish giggle, beaming down at him.

He stared up at her dumbly and humped against her perfect butt. He was panting and drooling like a dumb, overheating puppy. Something about her eyes was strange to him, but they were such a pretty shade of pale green, and… grind…

“Wasn’t that niiiice?” she cooed.

“I… ah…”

“Isn’t this so nice?” She wiggled her soft, pillowy ass with a smirk.

“E-Enythe—!”

She giggled. “Florin. You’re so cute like this.” She snuggled up against his chest and nuzzled his neck. “So good at… comforting me~” Her ass bounced in his lap.

He whimpered and bucked. His mind felt like a gooey mess. Everything felt gooey.

Even down below. Down below, he felt…

Grind.

Sticky. Wet. Gooey. Like his cock was already inside her. He moaned and quivered and groped her butt helplessly, helped her rock faster against his throbbing, captive cock. His trousers seemed to be coming undone, as if delicate fingers were unlacing them, but both her hands were in sight, and her ample ass was fully pinning him down…

His brain couldn’t process it. Not any of it. All he could think about was her perfect, flawless bubble butt, her soft lips, her sweet voice, her… sweet scent…

Enythe craned her neck to meet his gaze and gave him the sweetest, most innocent of smiles. Her lashes fluttered low.

“You wanna make me feel even better?” she whispered.

Her eyes glimmered.

He stared, bucking, trying not to openly gawk at her cleavage, trying not to openly sniff and huff and… “I—ah—”

She licked her plump, pink lips and raised her head slightly, bringing her lips just above his. She gave a luscious pout…

And she brought up her fingertips and blew him a soft, wet, sticky kiss. Pop.

His head spun and lolled. Perfumed air swirled around him, and he was already panting, already helplessly huffing it all in… “Wh—” Grind. Bounce. “I—nngh—” Plap. Throb. “O-Oh—b-but, Enythe—”

“Florin,” she moaned back, grinding her hips, slowly lifting them, letting his cock spring up. His trousers were gone. “My big, strong hero~”

“I—” He was groping her butt eagerly, helping her rock, helping her bring her hips in line with his throbbing, eager, willing cock… “Shouldn’t—”

“Oh, please, Florin,” she whined. She swirled her hips, coating his tip in her wetness. Everything felt sticky. Gooey. Sweet… “Please, please, pleeease~?”

“Gh—”

“Oh, please~” She popped her lips on the ‘p’ sound, and he felt more pink bubbles in his mind. “Please, please~!”

Her eyes held his. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her hips slowly swirling, her ass jiggling and rising and falling as his cock was caressed.

The motion held him. His eyes half-followed her ass… rising and falling… bouncing…

… his mind seemed to be slowing down… he breathed in deep… deeeeeep…

Enythe batted her lashes. Her legs parted a little, and she smiled, leaning in close. She licked her lips. “Be my Hero~”

His hips jerked forward, and he thrust deep inside her.

Enythe squealed and took him in a second mind-melting kiss.

Cries and moans were smothered into whimpers and whines. He bucked and thrust out of instinct as she bounced happily on his cock, her hot pussy squeezing, stroking, so tight, so wet—

This kiss felt even stickier and lewder than the last. Her lips smacked and popped. Pop. Pop. Pop. Her tongue slid inside and captured his, swiiirling, lathering his with strange honeyed sweetness, and he whimpered, he needed it, needed that taste, needed her…

Enythe’s ass rose and fell to a fast, mind-melting rhythm. Bounce-bounce-bounce. Jiggle. Plap. His mind just fell. Plummeted. Sank.

Sank deep into Enythe’s embrace.

She moaned, giggling faintly as her lips briefly broke apart… a thin trail of something like saliva connecting them… and then kissed him again, returned him to the thick, gooey whirlpools of honey, cooing wordlessly as her tongue slid almost right down his throat.

Everything was gooey and sweet. Everything was pleasure. Florin’s thoughts felt impossibly far-off and utterly meaningless. He returned the kiss weakly, clinging to Enythe, groping and kneading and bucking.

His brain felt all sticky and melty now, and all he knew was he just had to keep kissing her.

Had to buck, buck, buck.

Had to be… her… hero…

“mmmMMMPOP~!” Enythe broke the kiss with a sound that made his mind pop a little bit, too. He stared dazedly up at her, drooling. She was so… beautiful… with her tongue trailing out, glowing such a bright, pretty gold and dripping with honey… her eyes glowing the same lovely hue…

“Doesn’t that feel goooood?” she cooed.

“Ah…” He stared up at her stupidly, hypnotized. “I… wh…”

She giggled down at him and bounced her hips. Her asscheeks plapped against his lap as his cock throbbed and leaked. “Yeah? It does?” Her hips rose. “It doeees, doesn’t it?”

“G… Goo…” He stared at the honey dripping from her lolling tongue. Confused. Why… what…

“And the best part is,” she squealed, lashes fluttering as she sank back down with another loud plap, “it’s just gonna start feeling better and better andBETTER, silly!”

“Buh… buht…”

“That’s right!” She giggled. Rose. Fell. Plap. “Better and better with my nice, bouncy buhhtttt!” Rose. Fell. Plap. “Dumber and dumber with every…” Plap. Plap. Plap.

Something was wrong. He struggled to keep his head, squirming, searching desperately for the words. “N-Nuh… I, um… buh…”

“Shh.” She leaned in close, smothering him between her tits—her school uniform melting away like it had never been there at all—and whispered right into his ear. “Let those brains… go… pop~!” She kissed his earlobe wetly. He moaned. “Thoughts… go…. plap!” She lifted her hips and dropped them back down. Plap. “No more big thinkies, hero~”

“N-No…” His cock throbbed. Something was… why was there… honey?…

“Those thinkies are all for us now, okay? Mmmpop~!” She kissed him again, her tongue swirling by his ear. Her hips rose. “You’re just gonna get dumber and dumber, and we’re gonna get smarter and smarter! You don’t miiind, right~?”

“W—We?” He panted. His cock was throbbing faster, twitching, leaking… “Wh…”

Plap. Waves of pleasure submerged the thought.

“We only get to keep sooo many memories when we catch someone,” she cooed in his ear. She licked her lips loudly. Pop. “So we have to catch lots and lots of you~! I mean, like, the only name silly cutie Enythe could remember were her own…” Her ass rose. “… and yours~”

PLAP. “Sooo romantic~!”

“Nngh—ah—”

PLAP. “Sooo cute~!”

“I—oh—”

Mmmpop~ “Soooo ours~”

He was panting. Bucking. throbbing. Drooling. Huffing. He thrust into her—PLAP—and all her words didn’t matter so much anymore, and his—PLAP—mattered even less, because all—PLAP—that mattered—PLAP—was—

PLAP.

PLAP.

Mmmpop~

PLAP.

“Gosh, it’s sooo fun infecting boys,” she gushed in his ear, popping her lips playfully. He twitched and throbbed. “’Cause, like, when we infect a girl, she gets all nice and slutty and possessed like a good little slime-puppet. But after we give a boy his Forever Kiss, he still gets to stay kiiinda free, right?”

“F-Fr—fre—”

PLAP.

PLAP.

He drooled and bucked and huffed her scent happily.

“She’ll just be in there, playing with you,” she purred, “all slippy and sticky and sweet. And you won’t be able to tell aaaanyone~!”

“A-Aah—”

PLAP.

PLAP.

PLAPPLAPPLAP—

“And—ah—” She moaned, locking her legs around him and bouncing faster. “—and g-girls won’t be able to resist you, teehee, won’t b-be able to resist—” PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. “Teasing you, flirting, t-toying, kissing—cornering you and—”

He was bucking faster. Faster. He was close. Close. Close—no, he had to—

“A-Ah~” She covered his sensitive neck in kisses, tongue lapping, licking, swirling. Pop. Pop. Pop~ “—and t-tempting you into b-breeeeding them all nniiice and f-full—”

He moaned. Her voice was becoming a whimper. Closecloseclose— “—of honey… slime…”

She leaned in close. Her tongue flicked inside his ear. “... cum~”

Her ass plapped down, fully hilting him inside her silken, slippery pussy.

And he felt her tummy rumble.

And he broke.

His cock twitched, throbbed, and hot, molten pleasure poured through him as his cock gave a spurt. He came inside his possessed girlfriend, moaning, squealing, crying out in pure bliss.

And mewling sweetly with pleasure of her own, ‘Enythe’ captured him in the deepest, most passionate kiss of his life.

A Forever Kiss.

Her tongue slid in, and his thoughts slid out.

His cock throbbed, pulsed, and sent another spurt of cum inside her. She moaned and cooed with delight. Her lips pressed into his, smacking, popping, so sticky and sweet. Her tongue slipped in deep, and he felt honey starting to pump straight down his throat.

Pumping him full of honey slime as he pumped her full of his seed. Her hips plapping, his cock throbbing. Spurt. His cock was doing all of the thinking now, and she was going to milk every last thought right out.

He swooned into her arms, his strength failing and body going limp as Enythe’s grip around him tightened. Pump. Pump.

Glug. Glug.

His cock gave one last weak spurt of pleasure, and everything oozed away into a hazy, golden afterglow.

But the honey kept pumping in. Endless. Sweet. Sticky. Gooey.

Florin wasn’t sure what time it was when she finally broke the kiss—with one last wet, lewd pop—and pulled back to give him the sweetest of smiles.

“Gooood ‘hero’,” she purred down to him, and the grin turned wicked. She pressed him into her chest

He babbled and sank into her tits. He felt strangely weak. He sensed sweet, sultry whispers inside him, still so faint but steadily growing louder.

And even when his cock slid out of ‘Enythe’, he still felt gooey fingers slowly pumping it up and down. Edging him. Making him hard again.

Ready to tempt pretty heroines to turn into wicked temptresses. Ready to breed again, no matter how he would beg them not to let him.

‘Enythe’ hugged him tight against her chest, letting him breathe in deep of her addictive scent, and he heard her give a little giggle.

And her next words were echoed by his new slime girl owner’s whispers in his mind.

“You’re aaaall ours now~”