Then she caught a whiff of the foul scent wafting from the goblins who had just left.
It wasn't her. Not yet. It was the goblins.
Her nose wrinkled as she scowled. "Hygiene is another problem. I can't stand their stank."
She walked toward her hut and called out to the water slime.
Both of them headed to the underground stream where the battle had taken place.
"How long have you been staying near this stream?" she asked the slime on the way.
It hesitated, as if trying to recall. "I don't know… it was a long time. But not long enough. I can't explain it properly."
Lyssandra stripped off her clothes without a second thought, exposing her body to the air.
The slime's gaze was immediately drawn to her. Her curves were hypnotic, her long, flowing hair swaying as she moved.
Her body was a perfect blend of elegance and danger, her every motion a seductive dance.
She had her legs apart as she looked down at the stream, and the slime watched as she took a step forward, her feet pressing into the cold water.
It was deep enough to submerge her to the chest.
She turned back to the slime, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Come on. Let's take a bath."
The slime hesitated, not moving.
"Why are you embarrassed now?" she teased.
"I-i d-didn't stare at your ti-tits," the slime denied, stammering.
"Who said I was talking about your eyes?" she countered with a wicked grin.
Realizing there was no escaping, the slime gave in, slowly sliding into the water.
The moment it touched the surface, it wriggled and moved, adjusting to the cold.
Lyssandra stepped deeper into the water, the stream wrapping around her thighs and waist.
She turned toward the slime, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Her long blonde hair was wet, sticking to her skin in tantalizing strands. The water glistened on her smooth, bare skin, highlighting the curves of her body.
The slime watched as she bent over, reaching down to splash water onto her back, the droplets running down her skin.
Her hands moved to her breasts, rubbing the water over her swollen, aching nipples, then down her bulging stomach.
She rubbed the water over the swell of her ass, the motion making her hips sway with each movement. The water glist
"Anyway, I guess you don't have a name, right?" she asked.
"Of course, why would I need one?" the slime responded, voice tinged with skepticism.
"Then how about your gender?" Lyssandra asked again.
"Slimes don't have a gender. We're just… slime, I guess," it replied, this time deep in thought.
"Then it's decided. You'll be Temp.....No, no it was taken, Luna from now on," Lyssandra declared.
"Why Luna?" the slime questioned.
"Because you're round like a moon," she said with a teasing smile.
The slime didn't know if it was a compliment or an insult, so it just nodded, its imagination spinning in circles.
"Also, back there, when we were killing your kins, you had a good chance to attack me. Or even kill me. Why didn't you take it?" Lyssandra asked.
The slime took a long time to think, then finally answered.
"I don't know. The killing urge inside my head was so loud back then, but somehow I managed to resist it."
It floated closer to Lyssandra, almost touching her.
"I just know that deep inside, I didn't want to."
Something shifted inside the slime - Luna. It was growing, expanding, her form becoming more defined as she approached Lyssandra.
She swelled and stretched, her shape shifting, becoming something new. When she finally reached Lyssandra, she was no longer a wobbly puddle of goo. She was a person. A perfect clone.
She had Lyssandra's curves, her large breasts, her slim waist, her spongy, jiggling ass, and puffy, swollen vagina lips.
Luna stared at her new hands, marveling at their form. Then she looked down at her chest. Her fingers traced the swell of her breasts, then she started squeezing and kneading them, her breath hitching.
A fire lit inside her, a warm, burning sensation in her core.
She couldn't extinguish it, no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes locked onto Lyssandra, who was watching her with quiet amusement.
Luna moved closer. Without a word, she pressed her lips against Lyssandra's. Her kiss was fierce, hungry. She sucked on Lyssandra's lips like there was no tomorrow.
Lyssandra reciprocated, their tongues battling, saliva dripping down their chins.
Lyssandra's hands found Luna's breasts and began ravaging them. Luna, in turn, found Lyssandra's and did the same.
It felt strange, kissing a blue mirror image of herself. But she didn't mind.
When Luna's fingers brushed against Lyssandra's massive cock and was about to pull it out of her vagina, Lyssandra suddenly pulled back, leaving Luna hanging. The fire inside her burned brighter.
"Why?..... I thought you liked it," Luna's voice cracked, almost breaking.
"Let's just take it slow," Lyssandra said, turning her back and walking toward the shore.
She began to dress, her movements slow, deliberate.
"First, ask yourself, what is your life purpose. Then, we can move on to next phase"
Lyssandra left.
Alone, Luna stood there. The fire that had been burning in her core was suddenly gone.
A deep, confusing silence surrounded her.
"What…is my life purpose?"
After a long time, Luna returned to the goblin tribe. She was no longer the humanoid version. She was back to being a soft, blue blob.
She moved quietly into the hut where the female goblins were sleeping, their faces peaceful, their bellies round and tight from the pleasure of their recent encounter.
Luna stood there, staring at them. She didn't move for hours, days. She just… stared into the void, her form still as a statue.
"What am i?"
"Who am i?"
"What am i doing?"
"My purpose beside killing, what can i do?"
Questions upon questions drowning her mind, swirling deep layers upon layers inside her floating core.
Then a commotion broke the silence. The sounds of clashing weapons, the shouts of an army, and the voice of Lyssandra calling out as she led the goblins away.
Luna peered out from the hut, glancing around. Then, she silently followed the goblin horde.
She trailed them until she saw them stop at a cave entrance.
She watched as the army gathered there, waiting.
The entrance was massive, a dark maw of stone and shadow, pulsating with an unnatural energy.
A cluster of deathweaver spiders clung to the cavern's mouth. Their thick, hairy bodies shimmered in the dim light, their legs twitching. One of them let out a shrill, chittering hiss.
Luna hovered closer, her form trembling, her mind racing.
She was watching the opening of the deathweaver nest.
A place of horror and power. A place where life met death. A place of endless secrets.
Then Luna saw Lyssandra ordering the goblin horde to march forward, fighting the spiders as they went.
The cave roared with chaos—screams, the clash of weapons, the thud of bodies hitting the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of blood and desperation.
A massive deathweaver spider hovered above Lyssandra. It dropped swiftly, landing on her back.
"Watch out!" Luna screamed.
She rushed forward, desperate to reach Lyssandra but a sickening truth sank in too late.
The spider struck. Fangs pierced her skin, sharp and cruel. Then it wrapped her in a sticky cocoon, hoisting her up into the shadowed cave.
Luna froze. Time seemed to stall. Her mind caught on the unthinkable…
"No. She can't die. She won't."
A tremor grew in her core, rising, twisting, breaking something inside.
The quiet shattered. A sound tore from her throat, raw and unrelenting:
"I WON'T LET HER DIE!"
Luna screamed, her form pulsating with raw determination. She dove into the battle, spraying streams of water. The force cleaved through multiple spiders, sending them sprawling.
Spiders shot webs at her, but they had no effect. The goo of her body slithered through the strands, untouched.
She plunged into the cave, a mass of huge blue liquid, ignoring the goblin horde that had just stood idly by, watching everything unfold.
Far inside, the goblin warrior sighed.
"Can we kill them now?"
Another muttered, "Yeah, being defensive was a pain in the ass."
Then a hobgoblin roared, "Let's give them hell, brothers!"
Without waiting for any confimation, the goblins charged, carving through the cave with bloodlust.