Ella Elmsworth was very knowledgeable thanks to her father's strict upbringing. Even among all her siblings she excelled in literature and magic. And even she had not heard of such a spot.
"What is the G-spot?" she asked, her tone a cocktail of skepticism and genuine curiosity. Her auburn hair framed a face that was momentarily stripped of its theatrical mask, revealing a raw, inquisitive hunger.
Jack hopped onto the table. If he had hands it'd be clasped behind his back like a lecturer. His blue-grayish goo rippled with a false authority.
"Its a secret that not even the the demon of lust Asmodeus knows about."
Now that caught her attention. The demon of lust was known across Palma Dextra, the bane of holy men, the whisper that drove monarchs and priests to madness.
"You know something the great Asmodeus doesn't? I find that hard to believe," Ella said.
He had no doubt that Ella would get mad after she learned the truth that this was a common thing on earth. But she'll never find that out. Also he'd asked the system something earlier.
The question was, "Has anyone in this world discovered the g-spot."
[No. Sexual pleasure is mostly undiscovered due to the fact that handholding is considered a taboo.]
"My dear Ella I'd love to show you, however you'd have to make a deal with me." Jack wobbled, an exaggerated swagger he'd practiced after watching a pirate movie
"A deal?"
"Yes. A simple deal."
The thought of making a taboo and powerful deal with a demon, she thought the thrill might be just what she needed to fix the numbness in her heart.
"What is it?"
"You'll let me hold your hand. Skin on skin," he squeaked, not as seductively as he intended.
Ella stared, then let out a single, sharp bark of laughter that was more genuine than anything he'd heard from her yet.
"You wish to commit the gravest sin? Adulterous handholding? Not even Asmodeus is that bold."
She looked him over, her eyes alight with amusement.
"So?" he prodded.
"And in return you'll reveal this cosmic secret? To me?" Her finger pointed to her chest dramatically.
He nodded.
"Very well," Ella removed the black glove from her right hand, wiggling her perfectly manicured fingers as if it were a revolutionary act, her knuckles pale and pristine. "A demon's bargain for knowledge. What a deliciously heretical bargain."
When her bare skin touched him, nothing happened. Then the system chimed in.
[Host has commited adulterous hand-holding. 1000 Points Gained.]
Adulterous. Because of her marriage. He expected the world to explode in holy fire, the ground to split open.
[Unique skill learned: Slime Pact.]
[Pact creation between host and Ella Elmsworth has succeeded. Ella Elmsworth is unable to refuse handholding from host.]
"Slime pact?" Ella's eyes widened then she smiled crazily. "Just what are you."
She grabbed him and dashed to her room. Jack had barely registered the plush carpets, the canopied bed, the entire room that could probably house the entire mansion he lived in on earth.
"Show me. Show me what it is. I want to know everything," Ella said excitedly. She was so excited her breathing quickened.
Jack had her ready to go. But before that he needed to buy a skill from the system.
[Slime tentacle - 100 HHP: Create a small slime tentacle to touch and caress. Slime tentacles do not count as hands.]
A skill from the rare shop that unlocked when he turned level 5 after killing the snow-ogre. Tentacles were incredibly sensitive. He could finally feel every texture better and control it precisely. Using a portion of his slime mass, Jack formed a slender, smooth tentacle.
Staring at his new appendage, Ella's eyes widened, a flush of something unreadable crossing her face. It wasn't just desire; it was a dawning, terrifying comprehension that the world she knew, the one of rigid rules and stifling doctrines, had a secret chamber she'd never even known existed.
"Undress."
The single word, an order, came out of him as a squeak.
The silk of her dress whispered against her skin as it pooled on the floor. Her body was a masterpiece of art and artifice, a canvas he was eager to explore.
Slowly she removed her red panties which left her bare.
His body felt warm. He moved closer, a slow, deliberate slide across the luxurious sheets. He was not a slime anymore; he was a sculptor about to unveil a new truth.
"Before I begin, I need to make sure you can handle it."
She blushed as she felt him on her chest. Her boobs were enticing.
He hopped up onto her breasts like a mountain climber reaching the summit of Mount Everest. With his mouth he teased her. Making sure to not kiss her erect nipples. A warmth radiated from her core, something holy and unholy.
"Such a tease."
"Good things come for those who wait, my dear Ella."
Slowly he brought his tentacle to her areola, stopping short of touching it. Then he gently touched it.
"Ahn~"
A jolt shot through her. She arched her back. His tentacle slid across the peak, the texture a perfect counterpoint to her own silken warmth. Jack paused to savor the moment: the scent of roses and musk, the sight of her eyes closed in abandonment, the rhythmic beating of her heart he could feel.
He was sucking on one nipple and playing with the other one using his tentacle. Ella's head was tilted back. She had started drooling from pleasure. The pent up frustration of years had finally found an escape.
His own body shivered with pleasure. Her warmth, her nipple, the taste of it, it felt so intoxicating to be with a woman after being a slime for so long.
After a bit of teasing and suckling, he moved on to her neck. He sucked on it.
"Jack!"
A hickey was placed on her neck. A small purple bruise. A sign of her being defiled by him. Her moans were now louder, a mix of pleasure and disbelief. Her hands clutched the sheets.
Then she grabbed Jack and brought him to her face. Her eyes were misty and she opened her mouth.
"Put it in."
"What?"
She guided his tentacle toward her lips. He hesitated. But she parted her lips, her tongue a wet invitation. Hesitantly, he slid the tentacle inside.
Her tongue was a wet, rough playground of warmth against his sensitive appendage. It was better than the best blowjob he ever had on Earth.
She was moving him in and out, her throat making those gagging noises of a desperate woman.
"Oh god," he moaned.
"Fuck."
This was good. Too good. The way her tongue wrapped around his tentacle, swirling and pressing. The way she played with his tip. Jack could feel the pressure building inside him. A feeling he hasn't felt in this life yet.
Suddenly he ejaculated. A warm sticky fluid filled her mouth. Ella parted her lips, revealing a blue slimy fluid.
Only after making eye contact with him did she swallowed. He expected her to spit in disgust or shout demon.
"You taste like blueberries."
She was breathing heavily. Her sweat was dripping on his body. It tasted like pure lust.
"I think it's time you show me the G-spot."
"Oh. Right."
Jack made his way to her legs. His wobble lacked strength, he almost tripped. Then he reached her inner thighs. The skin was incredibly soft and smooth.
He looked back at her one last time, her face flushed red.
A sweet smell emanated from between her legs. Bringing his mouth close to her entrance, he licked her little nub just above her hole.
"Ahh~"
She arched, a shiver ran through her entire body. More juice secreted out of her, drenching Jack. He lapped up everything he could.
"You're so wet."
He inserted his tentacle into her but he stopped. Instead he teased her. Going in and out. Her wetness made it easy to slide. Every now and then he made sure to tease her nub by flicking it with the tip of his tentacle.
"Is... that... the G-spot?" she managed to ask in between breaths.
"Just the appetizer," Jack said.
Her clit started throbbing.
Finally he entered her slowly, feeling everything. The inside was warm, tight and wet. Ella's toes curled in pleasure.
"Nnngh~"
Jack couldn't believe how tight she was. Her walls clenched onto his tentacle, not wanting to let it go. A good sign.
His tentacle explored every part of her, going more than three inches deeper than the usual. Sometimes brushing against her cervix.
Squelch.
Those were the noises filling the room. Then a specific spot made her whole body tense.
It was rougher. And it was bumpier.
"This is it," Jack mumbled.
He pressed against that spot with the tip of his tentacle.
"AhhhhhHH~!"
Blue slimy fluids rubbed against her walls.
Her vision went white. A wave of heat started from her head to her feet.
"Haa~"
"Haa~!"
She couldn't form sentences.
He started to get rougher, going as fast as he could. Rubbing against it. Her moans became higher. And higher.
The wet sloppy noise was a harmony with Ella's cries of pure pleasure.
Schlorp
After another few seconds, Ella finally let it all go.
"Jack~!"
Her body shook, a violent, uncontrollable spasm of release. Her juices flooded around Jack. This made him reach his peak again. He spilled his load inside her.
For a minute there was only the sound of two people, one human and one slime, panting, their bodies still joined, the room filled with the scent of sex and roses and blueberry.
Jack slid out of her. All the strength was sapped from his body. He barely managed to wobble to her hand.
"Hold me!" he squeaked.
She didn't have the strength to lift him but she wrapped her fingers around him, the sweat from their exertion creating a slick, warm seal. A noblewoman fell asleep with a slime in her hand. A slime who filled her in a way no man ever had. A slime who she commited an adulterous act with.