From the final floor of the Slime Dungeon, soft cries and wet gags echoed faintly into the forest beyond. It was said that people, especially women harbored a rich concentration of mana in their most intimate, sensitive regions, and slimes, being beasts that instinctively sought out mana, could never resist the temptation to explore the warmest, sweetest sources when given the chance.
This same principle was the foundation of Asher's slime dildos. Crafted through his magic, they slithered into women's cunts and instinctively sought out their most tender spots by teasing their G-spots, massaging their inner folds, and coaxing out wave after wave of orgasm.
But unlike real slimes, the dildos could only stimulate. They couldn't drain.
"I—I feel weak…" Sharon panted heavily, her body limp as a thick slime tendril pumped in and out of her, having already drawn several orgasms from her trembling, tiny body.
