Ashtarot carried Sorrush for about a minute when she suddenly squirmed and grabbed his chest tightly, her face reddening in discomfort.
"What happened?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, unable to read her mind as she suddenly fell silent.
She looked up at him with teary eyes. "Something... got inside me..." she whispered, her voice laced with embarrassment and discomfort.
She could feel the slime wriggling inside her, and she hated it. It was supposed to be Ashtarot only! That damned slime was the worst.
"I need... to get it out," she mumbled, darting her eyes away, unable to meet his gaze.
Ashtarot smirked, refusing her plea. Instead, he carried her deeper into the forest, searching for a secluded spot with few monsters so they could have some privacy. His stride was determined, his grip on her firm yet careful.
After walking for a while, holding onto Sorrush's squirming body as she pleaded for him to let her go, he found a suitable place behind a large tree.
The area was quiet and devoid of any monsters. He set her down gently and knelt in front of her.
"You pervert," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Is this your way to get my attention? Because it's working."
He moved to the tree and seated himself against it. "Come here," he commanded. "I'll get that thing out." He tapped his thigh, gesturing for her to come closer.
Sorrush's eyes widened, her mind still processing his words. Did he mean she could sit on his lap? What thing needed to get out?
"What are you waiting for? Come here!" he growled, his impatience evident.
She jolted and crawled to him. 'Ah! Ah! I can get close to Ashtarot! Is this a dream?! Why is he suddenly like this?!' she thought, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions.
However, she pushed them aside since she could get close to him! Nothing mattered more, even as the slime kept moving inside her!
Now in front of him, Ashtarot impatiently pulled her closer. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, excited gasps.
'NNGGHHHH!!! ASHTAROT'S CHEST! I CAN SMELL HIM!' she thought deliriously.
She hugged him close, pressing her face into his chest, inhaling his scent. But Ashtarot pulled back, veins bulging on his temple, his patience wearing thin.
"Do you realize you're in a dire situation?" he said sternly, his eyes narrowing.
"Eh?" She tilted her head, confused by his tone.
He leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "How dare you let that slime touch you, even letting it get inside you, you whore." His voice was cold and demanding, sending a shiver down her spine.
He slipped his hand inside her dress, moving towards her most sensitive area, making her shudder with anticipation.
"Ah! Ashtarot! You want to make love with me, right?!" Sorrush exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement, her grip on his shoulders tightening.
Ashtarot furrowed his brows and grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Make love? I'm going to fuck you up."
"Lady Sorrush, if you climax before I give you permission, you'll never touch me again." His eyes bore into hers, his voice a low, menacing growl that sent another shiver down her spine.
"YES! YES! PLEASE JUST TOUCH ME!!!" she cried out, her desperation palpable.
Sorrush was too excited to fully understand the gravity of his words, her only thought was to be with Ashtarot, to feel his touch, to be close to him!
Ashtarot chuckled, a dark, amused sound. 'This girl... is so desperate, it's becoming interesting,' he thought, his hand moving with deliberate slowness, building the tension between them.
His hand pressed firmly against her wet panties, grinding against her most sensitive spot. Sorrush moaned, her voice trembling.
"Nnghhh... Ashtarot!" She clung to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"I told you this wasn't supposed to be something you'd enjoy," he murmured.
His long fingers slipped past the fabric, spreading her folds before plunging inside her. He could feel how sticky her cunt was, she was already horny before he even touched him, or was it because of the slime?
Now his mood become darkened.
Sorrush jolted at the intrusion, feeling something strange and invasive inside her. His fingers pushed deeper, searching for the offending slime.
"AH! AH!!! GET IT OUT, PLEASE!!!"
She begged, her body quivering with every movement of his hand. Ashtarot's fingers brushed against her G-spot, making her moan harder in pleasure.
"You slut," he growled, his voice dripping with contempt. "How dare you let this lowly thing inside you."
He could feel the slime squirming within her, fueling his anger. This was his domain, his territory, and no other creature had the right to touch what was his.
His fury was palpable as he pressed against her most sensitive spot again, making her convulse in ecstasy.
"AH! AH!!! I'm really sorry, Ashtarot!!! Please forgive me!!!" she whimpered, her body responding to his every touch.
His fingers moved with precision, grinding the slime against her walls, pushing it deeper just to torment her further.
Her pussy was clamping his fingers and the juices started to come out from her pussy and dripping on the ground.
She was close to the climax. The sensation was unbearable, electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her.
"NGHH!! MMMPHH!!! I WANT TO COME, ASHTAROT, PLEASE LET ME COME!!!" she screamed, desperate for release.
But Ashtarot wasn't inclined to grant her mercy. He skillfully extracted the slime, making her even more sensitive and desperate.
Her body convulsed, on the edge of climax, but he pulled his fingers away, leaving her teetering on the brink.
"NOOO!!! WHY DID YOU STOP?! PLEASE, TOUCH ME MORE?!"
She pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Desperation overtook her as she started grinding against his leg, soaking his pants with her need.
Ashtarot's smirk was dark and merciless. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he taunted. "But the slime is already out, so I don't think I need to pleasure you anymore."
He pushed her gently before standing up. "What are you doing? Let's go back, or do you want me to leave you here?" he sneered, observing her devastated expression and enjoying it.
It was her punishment.
Her face fell as if she were being betrayed. "But-but, I haven't come yet!!! Please, Ashtarot, I need to come." She sobbed harder, trying to appeal to his mercy.
"You can do it yourself, can't you?" he said coldly as he turned away.
But she clung to his feet, kneeling at him, not wanting him to leave. She wanted to climax with his touch!
"Please, Ashtarot, please! I will do anything for you!" she cried, hugging his legs.
Ashtarot paused, then turned around, his face cunning and sadistic. He looked down at her with a gleam of cruel amusement in his eyes.
Slowly, he began to unzip his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the silence of the forest. "Suck my cock then," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.
As his erection sprang free, Sorrush's eyes widened with excitement.