I allowed myself a moment in the shade to cool down. Selenee busied herself dabbing her wrap clean with her tongue. The girl enjoyed putting filthy things in her mouth.
I can work with that.
A small beetle traced its way along my thigh and leaf-dappled sun warmed my skirt.
A high pitched scream rose back in the cabbage patch. "Of course." I rolled onto my feet and plucked my pointer from its slip on my skirt panel's edge, then commanded "Carry!" The ground pushed against my feet and rows of cabbage blurred by.
I left my boot. Inconsequential.
There she was. Reilin, wrapped in dripping, transparent blue arms.
That progressed quickly.
Cora stood on the sidelines, her newly forged slime-piercer dripping. I skidded to a stop at her side, "Report."
She jolted, surprised by my arrival, then turned to Reilin, "She-she offered."
Monster wrangling was not on today's agenda. The red-haired menace had decided to read ahead of the class.
"Reilin!" I barked, "Need a hand? Or would you like to proceed?"
I drew closer, well prepared to boil the handsy gelatin if things got out of order.
"I'm okay-" Reilin said, as the slime-queen slid semi-liquid hands onto her hips, "She seemed interested..."
"And you are as well?" I demanded,"I need verbal consent before I can authorize any sort of mentee monster relations. You know the rules."
"Yes Mentor Serica!" She ground her hips back, "I, Reilin Durough, consent to intercourse with this slime-queen."
The slime-queen eyed my pointer. She was all folds of long hair and curvaceous hips. Her face was pretty, and didn't seem at all upset about the slimes our squad had slaughtered already. Not surprising, for a slime queen a culling was the equivalent of getting her bangs trimmed.
"Did you name terms Reilin?"
Tell me you didn't agree to fuck for nothing.
Her nose twitched, "I forgot..."
"Alright, let's pause the festivities." I leveled with the slime-queen.
Her voice bubbled up in wet pops, "What do you have in mind?"
Girls you better memorize this.
"Alright. In accordance with Empress Cailin's Inter-Species Relations Treaty, we propose a challenge of sexual conquest. Standard variation, climax or tap-out is forfeit. Slime, your name?"
She moaned "Cuisacs" into Reilin's ear and caused her to tremble.
Moving in this direction complicated things considerably. The Treaty explicitly demanded that intimacy and combat were two separate arenas. Further, that life, limb, or liberty should never be at stake in the arena of connection. Our goal was to rid these fields of her presence. By agreeing to these terms, as long as she respected them, we would forfeit any right to use harmful force.
Even if Cuisacs refused, the fact that Reilin had initiated this event put the slime-queen under the Empress's protection. My hands were tied. Harmful force was illegal. I'd have to find a way to remove her peacefully.
I needed her to agree to leave as a condition of her loss. The field's owner listed a half-acre's yield as monster compensation in this scenario. If she demanded anything more I'd have to put this all on hold.
Or I could offer myself in Reilin's place and ravish the lustful jelly. I decided against taking the easy route, as it would diminish the learning experience.
"Your prize," I said, "a quarter acre's yield. In either event, you're to vacate the borders of this realm."
She'd been waiting for me to finish, "Yes yes." Again, no surprise, this was a common ploy for slime-queens, almost a rite of passage, invade the realms of men for easy produce and a quick lay. She'd be setting up shop in another kingdom by the end of the week.
I turned to Reilin, "We are not listing a quarter acre's loss on our squad registry. Understood?"
Illia did not need extra ammunition.
Cuisacs groped Reilin's breast. The rogue was ready to submit to quivering devastation, and I'd just told her to edge like her life depended on it.
Having a monster-slut on the squad is both asset and liability. If Reilin can wrap her head around climax control and term negotiation, it would be a boon.
"Y-yes Mentor." she pulled her hips straight. Around us, the small slimelings hopped back toward their mother, "Cora, you're on trash duty."
"Yes Mentor!" Cora shouted and threw herself onto the nearest slime. Her pin pierced and popped it, coating her in more translucent blue film.
I'd left our pacifist in the dust, and she'd finally arrived. Selenee rushed to join us with my wayward boot, "Bait! Distract these little shits!"
She stumbled into the bounding swarm and her knees buckled. I was about to scold her confusion, but then she jutted her ass out and began working her hands up her sides.
They took notice. So did Cuisacs. The horny part of their collective slime-id followed her.
She best not claim this as emotional magic. She's a damn thirst-trap, plain and simple.
Cuisacs absentmindedly continued her groping and Reilin noticed the in. She rolled within the queen's arms to face her, and leaned in, dragging them both to the ground. Her hips straddled Cuisacs' belly and she reached a hand behind her to stroke the tender triangle in the slime's base.
The gooey noble quivered and there was a shift in the fabric beneath Reilin's skirt. Reilin arched her back and let out a soft moan, "Mmmhh..." There it was, any sort of pelvic contact with a slime came with risk, their amorphous forms could spout a proboscis from any angle.
"Hold it together." I sidestepped Cora and her desperate attempt to cull the swarm.
"She-haah, just pulled aside my panties..." Reilin groaned and ground her hips, desperate as she rubbed Cuisacs' slit.
A slime's cool touch, I'd felt it before, wrapped around me. It was nothing to scoff at. However, slimes weren't rigid, "Clench Reilin, make her work for it."
"Yes-ha-mmmm," a shiver ran through her, and her stomach dropped onto Cuisacs, back still arched. The slime-queen's hands were in her hair, stroking behind her ears.
"Listen you little brat. If you let that bitch penetrate I'll have you on trail rations for a week," I poked her in the ass with my pointer. Her teeth ground, "Hnnngggg-"
"There you go, relegate her to clit-play," I leaned down to her ear, "You don't want these two to see you cum for an F Plus ranked threat."
She glared into the Cuisacs' heaving gooey breasts, pressed a hand to the ground and pushed herself back up to riding position. Her fingers hooked deep into their target.
"Mmmmm-" Cuisacs' head rolled back into the dirt.
Selenee was gently trying to scoop a growing pool of slimelings from her calves as Cora huffed on her knees, her mace swinging wildly.
One of the slime-horde reached its Matriach and her hips rolled, "Hu-hah!" Reilin gasped, "Sorry Mentor, she's... hnn-inside..."
At this point, unfortunately, it was only a matter of time. I'd been inside Reilin. I knew she lacked the discipline to ride this out.
I needed her loss to feel earned. She needed to throw her best at this wall and come up short, understand where she stood. Regardless of the loss of face I'd have to endure with Illia. I let her break, my students didn't tap.
Cuisacs laughed as she battered Reilin's pussy with rocking thrusts, my student shook on top of her, moaning, pleading, loving every second.
She'd failed. Her squad had failed her. But it was day one, and this is what happens when you reach too high.