RimuruFan18

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[rimurufan18]

Got chapter 15 and 16 out

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is a self-insert fan fiction that I decided to write one day, it will mirror the series "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime" by Fu

[rimurufan18]

Chapter 14: Alyx

NEW SKILLS ARE AT THE END OF THE PIECE SO YOU WON'T GET SPOILED NOW

Part 1: Cuddles

I awaken with a groan, my head throbbing like a wild drum. As I sit up, I’m greeted by the sight of Rimuru perched on my legs, and with a startled yelp, I topple back, my arms flailing in sheer panic until I collide with the headboard. The impact sends a whimper escaping my lips as I cautiously crack open one eye, meeting Rimuru's gaze—his expression tinged with concern and bewilderment. “Are you okay, Robin?” he asks, worry lacing his voice, as he gently scoots closer to my head, tenderly pulling me onto his thighs. I can’t help but tremble at his touch, desperate for comfort.

“I had… too much… brandy…” I manage to articulate through soft, pained whimpers, my body yearning to relax while battling the relentless hangover. I focus on hydrating, forcing my weary system to revive, and just as I begin to feel a glimmer of relief, something cold plops gently onto my face—our little Goober has arrived. I wrap my arms around him, pressing his cool, silver gelatinous form against my skin, while the softness of Rimuru's thighs cradles the back of my head, a blissful balm for my aching soul.

“Feeling comfy now, hun?” Rimuru asks, his ever-cheerful tone wrapping around me like a warm hug as I melt under the loving care of my husband and our beloved son.

I nod, a flicker of comfort igniting within me, and after a moment that stretches into eternity, I muster the strength to sit up. Goober tumbles into my lap, and I begin to pet him, feeling a delightful warmth blossom in my heart—until I notice something peculiar. I look down to find that our little slime has sprouted a pair of light gray wolf ears and a tail! “Oh? Well, this is new, looks like our little Goober is experimenting with mimicry.” I say flatly, weak laughter bubbling up from deep within me, only to be met by an abrupt pang of pressure in my throbbing head. “Fuck, not again,” I groan, clutching my temples desperately as I summon ice around my head ice to cool my throbbing forehead.

Rimuru rises gracefully, brushing the fabric of his pants as I reluctantly lift my head from his inviting thighs. He stretches slightly, a dreamy expression gracing his features before he sweeps me off the bed, carrying me toward our cherished hot spring, leaving Goober to entertain himself back in the house. The moment we sink into the soothing warmth of the spring, I lean into him, gripping his arm tightly, my heart swelling with comfort as I nestle my head against his shoulder. I never want this blissful moment to end. But then, he plants a tender kiss on my forehead, igniting a rush of crimson across my cheeks, and I can’t help but turn to him with a playful pout. “Hey, just because I'm adorable doesn’t mean you can kiss me like that, you meanie,” I tease, crossing my arms and casting my gaze to the side, trying to mask the whirlwind of feelings surging within me.

His smile shines as bright as the sun, and he lovingly pulls my face into the warmth of his small chest. Once again, his lips brush against my forehead. “You deserve all of my love, Robin,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck. The surge of warmth between us sends my heart racing, and once more, a blush paints my cheeks with fiery color. Tentatively, I stretch my arms out, hesitating for a heartbeat before finally enveloping him in my own hug, tears of pure, unfiltered joy threatening to spill over. A twinge of anxiety flares within me, my eyes darting around as if expecting the intrusion of something dreadful, yet none comes. As I finally relax, I sink back down beside him. I grab a bucket and pour some of the hot spring water over my head, I attempt to shake off the remnants of my hangover, leaning back against Rimuru and flashing a soft smile.

“And you’re the best husband a girl could ever want,” I responded with a heartfelt sincerity, clinging to his arm once more and planting a gentle kiss on his shoulder. My gaze rises to meet his eyes, and the sight of his smile fills me with overwhelming emotion—it makes me want to weep; he’s impossibly precious, a treasure in this vast, chaotic world. Forcing myself to loosen my grip, I hop out of the water, conjuring casual clothes around my body before reaching out to help Rimuru out of the bath. I beam softly at him until I sense the arrival of Shuna and Shion approaching Rimuru’s house. Swiftly, I weave new clothes for him—a simple sleeveless hoodie and shorts—before I bound to the door to greet them. 

As I swing the door open, Shion’s hand is poised to knock, and I can’t help but smile at them. “Hello, ladies! Is there something I can do for you?” I ask, my tone striving for politeness, even as my heart races with the suspicion of their intent.

Shuna flashes a sly grin, raising her arms high, the vibrant outfits cascading down in a colorful display. “Oh, you know, we just want to play with our beloved lord and lady. It won’t take long, so please, don’t resist!” Her laughter dances in the air as she shifts the garments to one hand and playfully grabs my shirt. As if under a spell, Shion glides towards the back of the house, eager to fetch Rimuru.

But then, in an instant, Shion halts, her breath caught in disbelief as she gazes at the mysterious terrarium with its open door. There lies our small silver wolf-eared slime, resting innocently on the ground. “What is this?” she murmurs, awe coating her voice, as she gently sets down Rimuru and reaches for our precious son.

“Please, be gentle with him! He’s our son, after all,” I urge, tilting my head slightly, a warm smile gracing my face, yet beneath that façade brews an intense protectiveness, my aura brimming with fierce emotion. I notice Shion take a cautious step back from our baby, and a soft sigh escapes my lips. “I apologize for my aura. It’s only because I can't bear the thought of anything happening to him. He’s just a tiny baby,” I explain, swatting away Shuna’s playful hand as I rush to cradle Goober in my arms, my fingers brushing over his velvety ears, marveling at his soft brilliance. “You understand, don’t you? How could I let any harm reach him?”

“Of course, Lady Robin! I’m so sorry for trying to touch him!” Shion exclaims, her voice tinged with panic, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Confusion washes over me. Could I really have been that intimidating? But then I turn to Shuna, who looks utterly aghast, as if she’s seen a specter. “Uh… guys? There’s no need to be so frightened of me…” I say, my heart warming with concern, just as I feel Rimuru tugging on the hem of my shirt nervously.

“Robin… Please, calm down. Your aura is scaring us.” His voice, though steady, trembles with a vulnerability that I can see lurking behind his brave facade. How powerful have I become? The thought echoes in my mind as I draw my aura back, feeling their tension dissipate like mist in the morning sun. “Thank you, my love,” Rimuru whispers, pressing a tender kiss to my cheek, igniting a warmth that floods my cheeks with a crimson hue.

“Y-you can't act all scared of me and then kiss me like it's nothing! How cruel!” My playful protest is punctuated by a light punch to his chest, but before I can fully bask in our moment, Shuna and Shion snap back to reality, seizing both of us in a full nelson. Our son tumbles to the ground with a low growl, retreating to his terrarium with a soft slam of the door, and I can’t shake the guilt of having to drop him. But soon, a wave of dread washes over me, freezing me in place. I go limp in their arms,  resigning myself to the chaos that’s about to unfold.

Suddenly, we are stripped of our clothing, and I feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise as they drape us in elegant dresses. I embrace the soft fabric, but Rimuru’s face turns a deep shade of crimson, his lips quivering with undisguised vulnerability. My eyes hungrily trace the delicate blue fabric that clings to his flat chest and accentuates his slender form, highlighting the elegance of his shoulders. As Shuna gently braids his hair, pulling some into an exquisite bun, I can feel my heart racing. The frills of his dress hide his long, slender legs, and I can’t help but wish to be enveloped beneath those layers with him. When I glance at myself in the mirror, I am the very embodiment of Cinderella, but in a cheerful shade of yellow, embarrassed by the Disney princess look, I suggest, “...Maybe we should try for a different outfit, hmm?”

At that, Shuna and Shion exchange mischievous grins before swiftly removing our dresses, leaving us in nothing but our underwear. The next moment, we find ourselves squeezed into maid outfits, complete with adorable cat ears and a bushy tail that’s secured in a rather inappropriate way, leaving us both flushed with humiliation. Rimuru, clearly distressed, struggles with the new reality of his attire, particularly because of how it was implemented. Unlike me, Rimuru doesn't have a butt without willing it, so Shion just shoved it where the sun don’t shine, breaching his tough slime membrane with the plug to give him a tail. I meet their eyes, tears of embarrassment threatening to spill, but they only beam with delight. “Come on~ Meow for us~” Shion sings in a sultry command, pulling a reluctant—and yet physical—reaction from both of us as we sheepishly meow in response. This moment feels like an insurmountable burden of shame, and I know I’ll never live it down. My heart aches for Rimuru, who appears to be withering under the pressure. In a desperate attempt to reclaim some dignity, I absorb my outfit back into my slime form, leaving only my bra and panties, craving a fleeting escape from the over-the-top ensembles. 

“Not yet, you’re not done~” Shuna and Shion chime in unison, their laughter curling around me like vines tightening with each pulse of anxiety. My breath hitches, fear swirling in my chest as I brace myself for whatever mortifying fate awaits us next. But to my astonishment, they finally present us with tracksuits—mine a bubbly pink, and Rimuru’s a striking blue. Relief floods me, yet the playfulness in their eyes assures me that the mischief is far from over.

The tracksuits we donned were tragically short-lived, as they swiftly transitioned us into something infinitely more humiliating: the bunny suits. Oh, sweet mercy, the bunny suits! They clung to our forms in a way that turned our hips into irresistible curves and rendered our thighs irresistibly soft. The fabric embraced our torsos so tightly that it was as if it was peeling back our very essence, leaving nothing to the imagination. In a wave of crimson dread, Rimuru bolted out, retreating in pure, unadulterated shame, leaving me vulnerable and exposed before the merciless Kijen. Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, my palms on the floor, eyes wide and heart racing, fire igniting my cheeks. I longed to escape, but my body betrayed me, paralyzing me in my moment of despair. 

The Kijen erupted into laughter, their taunts filling the air with bittersweet notes of mockery as they reveled in our mortification. Their whispers echoed as they departed, leaving me to grapple with the remnants of my embarrassment. As the door clicked shut, I scrambled into the comforting embrace of my casual clothes, seeking refuge within Goober’s enclosure. I lay down next to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to my chest. “…Goober, I love you…” I whispered, planting a tender kiss between his adorable wolf ears, a wave of warmth enveloping us as I cradled him with the utmost affection.

But oh, sweet Goober wriggled out of my embrace, eliciting a pang of disappointment within me. “New name, Goober sounds dumb!” he declared with a surprising outburst as his gelatinous form turned to face me. Though he lacked eyes, I felt his presence piercing deep into my very soul, as if my heart was on display.

“Uh… sorry, son… Do you have any suggestions?” I stammered, baffled by his newfound clarity and articulation, wondering where this was coming from.

He turned thoughtfully to a wall, contemplating as if he were a wise sage. “I want it to start with an ‘A’ and sound cool, something that means defender or soldier or something,” he stated, as though I possessed an oracle’s tome of names and their meanings.

I sighed, and for a fleeting moment, my mind stumbled, echoing with silence as I stroked my chin in deep concentration. My thoughts danced in a whirlwind until, with a flash of inspiration, a name burst forth in my mind. “How about Alyx with a Y?” I suggested, a smile unfurling on my lips. Alyx, a name once used by a dear friend from my past life for their original character, resonated within me. I recalled it meant defender of men, a beautiful connection I longed to nurture amid the ache of loss. Tears threatened to spill as I grappled with the bittersweet memories, knowing I could never see my friend again. But as I redirected my focus back to my beloved son, I found solace and strength in our bond.

For a moment, Goober remains silent, a sea of emotions swirling in the stillness between us. Instead of breaking that silence, he seeks refuge in my arms, whispering, “That's a good name, I like it a lot.” In that tender moment, he claims his identity, announcing himself as Alyx. As if the very act of naming transforms him, he blossoms into something new — his body elongates gracefully, limbs unfurling into slender legs and arms. A new head emerges, adorned with short silver hair and adorned with silver wolf ears that twitch with an innocent curiosity. A fluffy tail erupts from his back, wrapping around his waist in a protective gesture, as he opens his eyes for the first time. Those eyes! A masterpiece of hues: a brilliant blue encircling a deep, golden core that glimmers like the sunlit dawn. He gazes at me, his radiant gaze filled with wonder, and softly utters, “C-clothes please.”

As I snap back to reality, my heart races at the sight of his enchanting transformation. I scramble to craft him something special, conjuring a cozy gray jean jacket and cute cargo pants, paired with stylish shoes that I picture him running in. But just as I’m about to fasten his outfit, I spot the wild strands of his hair obscuring his eyes. In a rush of maternal instinct, I fashion a delicate hairpin, gently tucking his hair away to reveal the beauty of his face, completing my son’s metamorphosis. “There we go! Do you like it, sweetie?” I ask, but his radiant tail betrays him, wagging with suppressed joy.

“It's alright, could be better though,” he feigns, a playful grumble escaping his lips, but the sparkle in his eyes tells a different story.

A warm chuckle escapes me, and I pull my slender wolf boy into a tight embrace, running my fingers through his soft ears. “I knew it! You absolutely adore it, don’t you?”

He squirms, his cheeks flushing, “S-Shut up, mom!” The flustered protest reflects the pure, heartwarming bond we share, and I can’t help but squeeze him tighter until he relents, wrapping his arms around me in a delightful surrender. “Meanie,” he pouts, but his eyes glimmer with affection.

Just then, Rimuru steps into the room and halts, confusion clouding his features as he takes in the sight of our embrace. “...Who's this guy?” He circles Alyx, his gaze full of astonishment. Suddenly, recognition strikes him like a lightning bolt. “GOOBER?!” he exclaims, his shock palpable, a wild mix of surprise and disbelief knitting his brows together.

“Actually, Dad,” Alyx responds with a hopeful glint in his eye, his ears twitching anxiously, “I thought 'Goober' wasn’t a good name—it sounds kind of silly—so I asked Mom for a new one. My name is Alyx now. Do you like it?” His question hangs in the air, fragile yet full of hope.

Rimuru sighs deeply, turning his gaze between us, “It's a good name, but renaming our child without consulting me feels a bit thoughtless, don’t you think, Robin?” The slight edge in his voice gives away a flicker of frustration.

“Uh, well, yes,” I respond, my heart sinking under the weight of his tone, “but Alyx really put me on the spot there. I’m so sorry, Rimuru.” A wave of guilt washes over me for making such a momentous choice without his input, but my heart swells with love for our son Alyx and my husband, Rimuru.

“Mon, Dad? Can you teach me how to fight?” Alyx asks with a sparkle in his eyes belying his neutral face. Rimuru and I share a look, and then a nod.

Part 2: Training Our Son

Arriving in the cave, to train once more, we go into our usual open area. I sit off to the side because clearly, I don't know my own strength from earlier. “Ok boys, a few ground rules, you only stop upon knockout or your opponent shouting mercy, there will be obviously no killing, and no use of outside influence, Rimuru that means no Great Sage,” I say with a smirk, knowing he hates that I can call him out for his skill now that I know about it.

“Oh come on.” He grumbles but I can tell he won't disobey the rule, “Is that all Robin?”

“Are you gonna cheer me on Mom?” Alyx blurts out, hoping I cheer for him over Rimuru.

I smile a little. “I’m rooting for the winner, so whomever that may be, you have my support, and you gotta face me after you win.”

Rimuru gulps in fear. “B-But you’re so strong.” he says shakily but he thinks on it for a while before shaking his head and steeling his nerves, “I accept the terms!” he exclaims practically radiating a false confidence.

“I accept too!” Says Alyx, eager to begin.

As they step into their fighting stances, my heart races with anticipation. I steal a fleeting glance between the two, and with a voice that trembles with excitement, I cry out, "Begin!" In an instant, Alyx blurs forward, moving with an unfathomable speed that leaves my eyes struggling to keep up. My pulse quickens as I observe him darting around Rimuru, my beloved husband, who can barely react in time to block the onslaught of strikes. Alyx's eyes ignite with a dazzling glow reminiscent of the extraordinary skill I wield against my enemies—almost the entirety of his irises a brilliant blue, with a fierce golden pinprick at the core. Each punch and kick he delivers crashes against Rimuru’s defenses like waves against a rocky shore. It’s as if without the guiding wisdom of Great Sage, Rimuru is momentarily lost, grappling against our son’s fierce tenacity. 

My breath catches as I watch in awe. Alyx moves with an elegance and ferocity that surpasses both Rimuru and me combined, yet I can see the struggle—he is quick, but his strength falters. With a heavy sigh, I whisper to myself, “An unskilled slime pitted against a swift but inexperienced wolf pup; what an exquisite illustration of a battle of attrition this is.” 

Gradually, I watch as Rimuru begins to reclaim his ground, pushing back against Alyx's relentless barrage of blows. The tide shifts and I feel a rush of pride mixed with worry. In a split second, Rimuru’s eyes flick to the side, and with a burst of determination, he seizes Alyx by the arm, flinging him against the wall with a force that echoes through the air. Before I can process it, Rimuru unleashes a strike of Black Lightning toward him. My heart leaps into my throat as our son barely swerves to avoid it, his spirit ignited anew as he charges back at Rimuru with exhilarating speed and fury.

Rimuru raises his defenses, but Alyx has a cunning plan. I can see it unfold—he sinks his teeth into Rimuru’s arm, tearing through the gelatinous flesh with ferocity until it separates, leaving a raw, shimmering wound in its wake. Then, in a breathtaking flash, he delivers a blindingly quick jab straight at Rimuru’s temple. I gasp as it bursts through Rimuru’s defenses and lands with a force that sends him reeling, a silvery-blue stream of slime cascading down his forehead. 

At that moment, the world seems to hold its breath. Rimuru heals swiftly, surging forward and tackling Alyx to the ground, but our son’s voice rings out, desperate and pleading, crying for “MERCY!!!” The beautiful hues of his heterochromatic eyes flicker back to life, losing their fierce glow, replaced by pure fear as his gaze meets Rimuru's—a look that chills him to his very core.

And then, with a heavy heart, Rimuru releases him, his expression softening as he backs off. “You did well, son,” he says with a tender but playful smile, “though it seems I’ve won this round, which means it's time to face your mother.” He chuckles nervously, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

“Indeed! And our wonderful Alyx gets to relax and witness the chaos unfold,” I add, my laughter bubbling forth with a mischievous delight, eager to savor the moment as I watch Rimuru squirm.

As my words linger in the air, I watch the flicker of fear cross Rimuru's face, a dejection that prickles at my heart. He sighs, stepping toward me, a hint of resignation in his voice as he says, “Fine, little gremlin… but we’re cuddling for a few hours after we’re done.” 

“Why say that as if it’s a bad thing? I always want to be close to you, my love.” I reply, a smile breaking through my playful demeanor as I rise, stretching my body in a slow dance of movement. I sink into a deep lunge, stretching my arms wide open to embrace the world—and him—just a little bit more. “The only rule is no killing; you can use Great Sage,” I declare, falling into a low crouch, my heart racing in anticipation, a grin plastered on my face as we prepare to duel.

The moment my gaze lands on Rimuru, my pulse quickens as I catch the intensity in his red eyes, scanning my every movement, like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh, already relying on autopilot? Heh, such a coward,” I taunt, launching myself forward with a ferocity that shocks the ground beneath me, shattering the stone behind me with the sheer power of my leap. My feet barely touch the ground, yet the speed of my advance leaves cracks in the earth, causing Great Sage to blink in surprise before ducking low, aiming a jab directly at my midsection.

In a split-second decision, I create a hole in my stomach just large enough for his fist to pass through unscathed, capturing his forearm and trapping him within my very essence. But in a dazzling display of cunning, Great Sage makes a bold maneuver, drawing Rimuru’s sword and severing his own arm to escape before my blow can connect. They dodge my punch with fluid grace, landing a brutal backhand against my temple that sends shockwaves ricocheting through my skull. 

Determined, I absorb the severed arm that had been so unfairly lodged within me, the connection made in an instant, but there's no time to process the power, not when I launch a punch aimed squarely at his head, only to miss as my vision blurs. Shaking off the haziness, I focus solely on Rimuru, recalibrating my footing in light of the deft maneuver from Great Sage. I pivot into a roundhouse kick, sweeping my leg through the air—but my balance falters, and Great Sage captures my foot, twisting it around into a painful lock before slamming Rimuru’s elbow down onto my knee, shattering the fragile illusion of my anatomy.

Gritting my teeth, I draw in a deep breath, and within moments, the pain subsides as my leg regenerates, instinct taking over as I use it again for a renewed kick. This time, with clarity sparking in my mind, my hit connects with devastating force against Rimuru’s forehead.

“Oh shit!” he gasps, agony dancing in his eyes as they flicker back to gold, the grip of Great Sage loosening its hold. “H-How did that hurt? I’m not supposed to feel pain!” His voice trembles, panic threading through his words as he cradles his aching head.

I stand over him, my heart thudding in my chest. “...You broke my leg, did I scream?” I ask softly, trying to cushion the air between us. “And as for your question, I think it’s because I attacked your spirit with my aura when I struck you. I’m sorry, you’ll be okay soon. So… is it cuddle time now?” 

His eyes widen in disbelief, and with a twinge of vulnerability, he asks, “Robin… I know I broke your leg… but… Have you always been this cold?” His tone softens, concern flooding his gaze.

“Cold?” I echo, my confusion palpable. But suddenly, the gravity of my actions crashes over me like an icy wave, and I rush to him, panic surging within my chest. “Oh my gods, Rimuru! I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know what came over me, please forgive me, my love!” My voice quivers, tears welling as I hold him tightly, a desperate attempt to anchor us both. “I’m so sorry for hurting you!” I exclaim, squeezing him against me as he relaxes into my embrace. I lift him in my arms, one hand cradling him beneath, and I can’t help but give his backside a couple of playful squeezes, eliciting soft squeaks from him. My free hand wraps around his back, holding him close, desperate to erase the distance that had threatened to grow between us.

“It’s alright... I just can’t bear the thought of losing the beautiful essence that makes you who you are. There’s something so intoxicating, almost thrilling, about your fierce obsession with me; it reminds me of a yandere in a way.” He whispers softly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. As if drawn by some invisible force, I feel Rimuru’s gentle face nestle between my small yet blossoming breasts, igniting a blush of my own. “And now look who's blushing?” 

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I tenderly brush my fingers through his long, silky hair, while he clings to me, enveloped in the warmth of my embrace. “Both of us, you adorable fool,” I reply playfully, glancing back at Alyx, beckoning him to join us as I cradle Rimuru even closer, feeling the pull of home tugging at us. “But I’m definitely not a yandere,” I mutter, my voice filled with stubborn denial.

But then I catch the sweet sound of Rimuru’s soft snort, and I glance down to find him attempting to stifle his laughter. “Oh really? Are you truly that certain?” His eyes sparkle with mischief as he gazes up from his cozy spot. “You’re practically a mirror image of Shuna when it comes to how fiercely protective you are of me.” He sticks his tongue out cheekily, challenging me.

In that sizzling moment, I seize the chance to lean down, capturing his tongue with my mouth as I slip mine alongside it. Our slimy saliva intertwines in a euphoric dance, creating an otherworldly flavor as his blue razz Jolly Rancher-flavored slime mingles with the sweetness of my honey-flavored essence—a decadent concoction shared between us. “...Gross…” our son exclaims, an incredulous tone lacing his voice as we indulge in this riotous display of affection right in front of him. I reluctantly pull away from Rimuru’s lips, leaving him breathless, his body trembling with bliss, a picturesque scene of gold and blue slime glistening in a string between us until it snaps.

“Forgive me, son, but I simply cannot resist your father,” I say, a wicked smirk playing on my lips, the vibrant mix of our drool spilling slightly over, only to be wiped clean with a flourish, absorbed into my skin as if it were the sweetest treasure.

“EW!” Alyx cries out in mock horror, his face a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as he bolts back toward our home, desperately trying to escape the sight of our unabashed affection.

I can’t help but chuckle softly as I cradle Rimuru close to me, his small, warm form curled against me like an adorable puppy, clutching me tightly as if seeking shelter from the world. A tingle of delight rushes through me at the sight of him, frazzled and flustered, my perfect boy caught off guard by my sudden kiss. “You know, Rimuru,” I tease, my heart swelling with affection, “even if in some twisted fantasy I were a yandere—which I’m not—I’d still be the only one deserving of you.” A playful smirk dances on my lips as I set him down, intertwining my fingers with his, the touch igniting warmth between us. He shyly hides his face behind his hand, trying to mask the fierce blush that paints his cheeks.

“Y-Yeah… I guess that’s true… Just, please, don’t go off and kill our friends if they get too close, alright? That’s my only rule,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, his embarrassment palpable, causing my heart to race.

His words ignite a spark of joy within me, and I can’t help but smile at the thought that he might be okay with my possessive ways. “Okay, my love, no killing our friends—though truthfully, I had no intention of it.” A soft laugh escapes my lips as we walk toward the horizon, the path lined with our vibrant home, Tempest. The rhythmic clacking of our footsteps fills the air as we wave cheerfully at the orcs, hobgoblins, and goblinas, camaraderie threading through our movement until we encounter a collapsed orc, a few hobgoblins anxiously offering him water. “What’s going on here?” I ask Gobuta, who stands nearby, observing intently.

“We're not sure! He just collapsed out of nowhere, and he’s sweating like crazy and looks so hungry and thirsty,” Gobuta replies, concern etched on his face.

“...So you actually do know what’s wrong, then,” I state, my expression flattening as I process the scene. “Well done.”

“D-Don't… Help… me…” the orc mutters weakly, swatting away the offered water. “I must finish working…” He struggles to stand, shaking and unsteady on his feet.

Beside me, Rimuru sighs, compassion overflowing from him as he gently urges the orc, “Please, just drink the water and take a moment to rest. You’re important to us, just like every other citizen of Tempest. Don’t push yourself to the brink of collapse.”

The orc hesitates, torn between duty and necessity, before finally accepting the water. “Thank you, my lord… but surely my kind owes you a great debt, do we not?” he asks, confusion clouding his eyes.

“...Were you ever informed of the terms of your contract?” I inquire, genuinely puzzled. “Rimuru and I have shouldered your burdens, meaning all we ask is that you work and live in comfort. You are not slaves; you are valued individuals, just like us. Now, please, go take a well-deserved break.” I pull out some food I had been saving within my slime body for days, still warm and perfectly preserved. “Here, eat this. You need your strength.”

As my words of reassurance wash over him alongside the warm meal I offer, he reluctantly accepts it, though the look in his eyes still reflects a sense of unworthiness. “I’m so sorry, my Lord and Lady. I wasn’t there when the agreement was explained, but I’ll make sure to ask Lord Geld for more details.” He bows deeply, reverence shining through his exhaustion.

“Good, now take the rest of the day off and see Shuna about getting some cooler clothes. I can’t bear the thought of you suffering under this unforgiving sun. Now, go and have a beautiful day, Lake M673,” Rimuru says, warmth radiating from his smile.

“He remembered my name!” the orc exclaims with an explosion of pride, his voice booming. “Thank you so much, my lord! I will carry this moment with me forever! I promise I won’t work myself to death; But I will still pour my heart and soul into every task, one hundred and ten percent!” He vows, his eyes sparkling with determination as he rushes off to seek Shuna.

My gaze drifts slowly toward Rimuru, curiosity and surprise woven into my voice. “...Lake M673? That’s the name you gave him?” I ask, my expression flat yet filled with unspoken emotion.

Rimuru’s cheeks burn crimson, and a nervous laugh escapes him. “W-Well… yeah? I got lazy, alright? Please, let’s not dwell on it too much. Naming large groups isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he admits, his bashfulness almost endearing.

I can’t help but stifle a laugh, the mirth bubbling within me. “Whatever you say, Slime M1,” I tease playfully, giving his nose a gentle boop before dragging him along, back toward our home. As we arrive, a surprising sight greets us—an unexpected extension adorning our abode, generous enough for an entire extra room, a thoughtful gesture for Alyx to enjoy his newfound privacy beyond a mere glass terrarium cloaked by a blanket. “Well, look at that, my love. It seems our son possesses quite the resourcefulness.”

Rimuru beams proudly as he replies, “He inherited that from me. After all, I was a general contractor,” rubbing the underside of his nose with a smug grin that lights up his face.

“...Cringe,” I declare, perhaps louder than I intended, a teasing lilt in my voice.

He pouts, casting a sidelong glance at me. “Meanie,” he huffs, but not a moment later, he turns away, lifting his arms in a silent plea for attention.

I chuckle, savoring the playful banter. “What’s the magic word~?”

With a dramatic sigh, he sulks, “Uppies…” He grumbles, and I scoop him up into my arms.

“Now that’s better, isn’t it? Let’s go inside and cuddle until we feel whole again,” I whisper softly into his ear, warmth enveloping us.

Suddenly Rimuru freezes, hesitating, searching my eyes for something deeper. “Robin… What do you mean by that? Are you okay?”

In that moment, I attempt a smile, but it lasts only mere moments before breaking down, revealing the weight I’ve been carrying. “No… I sense that the longer I’ve been stripped of my human memories, the more I’ve drifted from my human emotions. I-I’m sorry if I seem distant…” I whisper, my voice tinged with sadness, a tear escaping as the fear washes over me. Someday… What if I lose the ability to love? What would become of my fragile family? How would they hold together without the threads of love?

Rimuru’s eyes grow wide with concern, and a shudder of terror crosses his features as he processes my words. “I…” He pauses, his voice breaking, the weight of guilt evident in his trembling tone. “...I did this to you, didn’t I? When I had to corrupt your memories to save your life…?” Tears spill down his cheeks, mirrors of my own sorrow.

Tenderly, I wipe away his tears, my own voice shaking as I respond, “I will never leave you… Even if I become nothing more than a mindless slime, a chimera, or any sort of beast devoid of thought, I will always be with you, I swear on my very soul.” My heart swells with every word, unwavering in its promise. With that, I guide Rimuru gently inside, the world around us fading as a profound weight settles in my chest. The echoing proclamation rings through me, “The individual: Robin Tempest has acquired the Unique Skill: Vow.” Instantly, I activate it, my heart racing with a fierce determination as we lie down together, the sacred bond binding our souls. “To death do we part, remember?”

Part 3: Construction

I awaken in a haunting silence, an empty house echoing with the absence of life, the streets barren and desolate. I wander through the shadowy halls, a suffocating darkness creeping around me, as if the very shadows are conspiring to devour everything I hold dear. With every hurried step, I feel the vibrant colors of my world fading into oblivion, a heart-wrenching sight that grips my soul. The chilling sounds of metal against brick resonate like war drums, mingling with the horrifying screams that pierce the stillness. The shadows claw at my feet, wrapping around my ankles, dragging me down into a suffocating abyss as I stumble, desperate to escape this nightmare—only to be consumed by the darkness.

Suddenly, I jerk awake, gasping for breath, my heart pounding with a tempest of rage and despair overwhelming me. But that tumultuous storm begins to ebb as I turn to my side and find Rimuru and Alyx standing by my bedside, their expressions a mixture of concern and worry. Alyx's ears droop and his tail hangs low, while Rimuru looks slightly disheveled and deeply troubled. “...Why are you guys looking at me like that?” I ask, confusion washing over me, a blush creeping onto my cheeks for reasons I can’t quite pinpoint.

“Mom… You were rolling around in bed… And sleep fighting. Did you have a nightmare?” Alyx’s voice is laced with concern, and my heart aches at the thought of scaring them. “You really frightened us—you looked so uncomfortable, sweating as if the world was collapsing around you.”

Heat rises to my face, and I cast my gaze downward, the weight of my dream still clinging to me. “I’m so sorry for worrying you. I just had a bad dream; please, think nothing of it.” I force a smile, but my unease is palpable.

With a gentle sigh, Rimuru places his hand on my head, his fingers gliding through my hair with a soothing care. The warmth of his affection washes over me, melting away the remnants of my dread. “It’s okay, Robin. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But it’s time for us to set out for Ingracia. Alyx and I have been talking, and we think it would be wonderful for him to take over as leader while we’re away. How does that sound, my love?” His smile, even in its subtlety, brings light into the shadows that linger.

“O-oh, of course! He’s certainly one of the strongest here, but… only Shion and Shuna are aware of him, and they don’t even know about his new human form.” I ponder, weighing the implications. “Perhaps we should hold a festival before we leave to lift the spirits of the citizens, so we can announce our departure and introduce our son, urging them to rally behind him in our stead?”

Their eyes light up with uncontainable excitement. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” Rimuru exclaims, sweeping Alyx into his arms, whose tail wags so rapidly that it stirs the room like a little whirlwind, furniture shifting in its wake. Overwhelmed with affection, I rush over to pet him, showering love upon my joyous boy.

“Let’s linger a bit longer, let them grow accustomed to Alyx before we take our leave. And they’d better recognize how wonderful he is…” my gaze turning to Alyx with a grin, ”because who’s a good boy? Who’s my sweet baby boy~?” I tease, ruffling Alyx’s fur with tender care.

“ME! ME!” he shouts with unbridled glee, his eyes sparkling with delight.

“Awwwwwww, such a precious puppy! You deserve every ounce of love!” I reply, showering attention on his ears and face, a bubble of joy swelling within me. But I notice Rimuru seems to need a little affection too, so I turn to him, caressing his head and face, “And look at you, Rimuru, a very good boy as well.” A small, genuine smile spreads across his face, warming my heart.

“E-enough! Let’s get back on track,” he says, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink as he gently moves my hand away and sets Alyx back down. “So, Alyx, do you want a grand ceremony, or shall we dive right into work after the announcement?”

“Hmmm… Yes! A short coronation event and a party would be perfect, then you two can relax and watch me do my thing,” Alyx replies, brimming with eagerness, and takes my hand, placing it on his head once more.

I can’t help but chuckle, ruffling his silky, pointed wolf ears. “Alright, my good puppy, we are going to throw you the most spectacular welcoming and coronation party imaginable. It'll be so grand, it will knock your socks off!”

Rimuru rolls his eyes with a playful glimmer but can't help himself as he gently places his hand on Alyx’s head, affectionately ruffling his hair. “Be a good boy, and you might just earn a special treat.”

Alyx's eyes light up, his enthusiasm bursting forth as he exclaims, “OOO! What kind of treat?!” His tail wags like a whirlwind, and the pure joy radiating from him is simply infectious.

“Uhh…” Rimuru falters, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. “The kind of treat that’s wrapped in mystery, and you’ll have to wait and discover it later.” His nervous smile gives away that he’s scrambling for a suitable answer.

Alyx narrows his eyes, skepticism coloring his expression as the gold in his gaze dims, replaced by a, familiar, knowing blue glow. “Hmm… You don’t even know what you're going to give me, do you?” he accuses, hands planted defiantly on his hips, sass radiating from him. “No worries, but just so you know, when you come back, I expect a treat. And it better be BIG.” He juts his hips to the side, fully embracing his playful challenge.

“Oh? I had no idea we were raising a little diva,” I quip, unable to resist teasing as I poke his tummy, coaxing a soft giggle from him. He squirms, laughter bubbling up, mirroring the sweet helplessness I often see in his father. With a smirk dancing on my lips, I poke him again and again, delighting in every burst of laughter and the joyous wag of his tail. “Looks like this sassy wolf is just as much of a marshmallow as his dad,” I tease playfully, reveling in the warmth of our bond.

“H-hey, I’m NOT a marshmallow!” Rimuru protests, yet my grin only widens as I poke him again, watching him double over in amusement, stifling laughter behind his hand. “H-hey, stop that!” he says, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, adding to the charm of the moment.

I can’t help but laugh, the sound rich with love, and eventually relent, laying back on the bed and surrendering to my slime form for the first time in ages. A wave of relief washes over me, as if a tightly coiled muscle has finally relaxed. I let out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the blanket, wrapping it snugly around myself with my gooey hands, feeling an overwhelming wave of contentment wash over me. “I… I love you two so much…” I whisper, my heart swelling, before slipping into a peaceful slumber once more. The remnants of last night’s dream linger, having drained me in ways I can’t fully understand, but one truth shines brightly amidst the haze: being a slime again is pure bliss.

I can almost feel Rimuru's heavy sigh resonate in the air as my once vibrant slime form begins to dull, transforming into a more muted golden brown. He looks down at me, a mixture of determination and tenderness in his eyes, and says, “Come on, Alyx, let’s get everything ready.” With a gentle strength, he cradles me against his chest, carrying me towards the heart of the town, with Alyx following closely behind.

“Dad…” Alyx begins, his voice laced with a vulnerability that tugs at my very essence. “I have a few memories of Mom, along with some of yours… But why are hers so… sparse? So many moments are just gone, while I can remember so many of yours, except for the more mischievous ones. And why do her memories include visions of this world’s future?” His skepticism hangs in the air, cutting through the hope that fills the space around us, leaving me aching with an unconscious grief.

For a moment, silence envelops us. Rimuru pauses, as if the very weight of the world rests upon his shoulders, his head bowing in despair. “It’s my fault…” His voice trembles with regret, a confession that slices through the stillness. “I had to heal your mother to save her life… Great Sage warned me that the process would be far from perfect. I couldn’t do it with potions; I had to consume her so that I could heal her with the Great Sage and Predator. But in doing so, her memories became tainted, corrupted… It’s devastating, but all I can cling to is the fact that she’s alive now.” I can feel the deep sorrow resonating in his words, the burden of guilt crushing his spirit as he grapples with the pain he has caused. “I know she forgives me; you wouldn’t even be here if she didn’t, but it tears me apart to witness her suffering, battling those panic attacks and the terror of losing herself.”

At that moment, I sense Alyx lean against Rimuru, his small frame trembling with emotion as he peers into my fluid form. “I wish there was a way to fix her… I can’t bear the thought of losing her so soon. I just got my human form…” His voice quakes with longing, his tail drooping low in despair, but his gaze remains soft, brimming with love as he looks down at me, helpless and vulnerable.

Rimuru exhales slowly, the sound heavy with helplessness as he holds me closer to his heart. “I don’t know if we can help her, not really… Someday she might not even be our Robin anymore.” His words hang in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the flicker of hope that still clings to us. 

Suddenly, a distant sound breaks the silence—construction noises echoing in the distance, the scent of fresh sawdust wafting through the air, carrying with it a sense of determination and hard work. The commotion stirs Rimuru from his pit of despair, a spark of hope igniting in his eyes. “Ah, it seems they got my message. The completion of the Throne Room should be coming soon; then we can finally celebrate your party! Cool, huh?” His voice rises with anticipation as he tries to shift the weight of sorrow, weaving a fragile thread of hope through our tumultuous emotions.

Alyx gasps, his eyes wide with sheer wonder as he gazes upon the enchanting room that is taking shape before him. Though it's merely a fragment of the magnificent palace destined to rise in full splendor, its beauty already captivates him. The sturdy wood foundation and the regal stone brick walls conjure visions of a medieval throne room, and yet they are adorned with an array of Japanese weapons and exquisite katanas that seem to whisper tales of valor and honor. Three thrones majestically command the end of the hall, draped in a vibrant red carpet that stretches luxuriously across the entire expanse of the room. My heart swells with hope that I might someday awaken to witness this spectacle in its glory, or at the very least be present for the joyous celebrations that will mark its completion. “Dad, dad! Is that Mr. Geld? I saw him in your memories—he's so powerful! Isn't he the Orc Lord?” Alyx exclaims, his eyes sparkling with delight and his tail wagging with infectious enthusiasm, as if he could barely contain the thrill within.

Rimuru chuckles warmly, his laughter echoing like a melody through the atmosphere. “Yes, that’s Lord Geld. As for being an Orc Lord, well, traditionally they only appear once every thousand years, but perhaps he’s something like a half Orc Lord? Or maybe a pseudo Orc Lord?” 

Alyx's curiosity ignites even further. “Pseudo Orc Lord? You mean he transformed into an Orc Lord through evolution when you or mom named him?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

“Exactly! That’s my theory. Your mom gave him a name in honor of his father, whom we defeated. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t sought revenge for that, just like the Kijen haven't retaliated for the destruction of their village. But you know, sometimes monsters defy understanding. We embody chaos at times, and perhaps that’s what makes us so similar to the humans, making us just as complex and beautifully flawed.” Rimuru says with a gentle smile, lifting Alyx towards the thrones and softly setting me down upon the one to his right, while he lovingly gestures for Alyx to claim the throne to his left.

Just as Alyx is about to settle into a moment of tranquility, Rigurd approaches with a clipboard in hand, his eyes alight with curiosity. "My lord," he inquires with genuine wonder, "who is this dear young wolf boy?" His gaze sweeps over Alyx, filled with affection. "And… may I have the honor of petting him?"

Alyx's face lights up with an exuberant grin, radiating pure joy. "I’m Alyx! I’m Rimuru and Robin’s son, and oh, yes, please pet me! Pet me!" His tail wags energetically, a whirlwind of excitement.

Rigurd chuckles warmly, a spark of delight evident in his eyes as he tenderly pets Alyx's head, lovingly rubbing his ears. He pauses, a sense of awe washing over him, “So… you are truly the child of my Lord and Lady?” He asks but already his face is in complete joy, tears streaming down his face. “I CANT BELIEVE IT! OUR LORD AND LADY HAVE BROUGHT NEW LIFE INTO THE WORLD!! ISN'T THIS MAGNIFICENT?” he asks whilst crying tears of joy, getting on his hands and knees with his head on the floor in an extreme bow, the other Tempestians looking at us with wide eyes before suddenly cheering.

Once the cheers die down, Rimuru clears his throat, “Indeed! Our own flesh and blood… or slime and sludge, to be precise,” Rimuru beams with pride, his voice full of warmth as he gazes down from his throne at the two dear souls below him. With a graceful leap, he descends to join them, his hands gently weaving through the soft fur of Alyx’s tail. “Such a good boy,” he whispers, a father’s love wrapping around his words.

“Without a doubt, my lord, he is a magnificent boy—so exceptionally cute!” Rigurd replies, admiration dancing in his voice. “But how strong is he, really?” he asks as he looks up from his bow.

Rimuru’s smile widens as he answers, “He’s much more agile than either Robin or myself, but he still has much training ahead to reach our level of strength. Yet, I can assure you, he’s no ordinary child in terms of power.” His pride surges as he continues, “Honestly, if not for his pain nullification, Alyx probably would have bested me. He really gave me a run for my money during our sparring session!”

"Wow! He truly is a powerhouse!" Rigurd exclaims, his face alight with joy. “He’s destined to be an amazing prince!” As the affectionate petting concludes, Alyx proudly takes his place on his princely throne, trying his hardest to exude an aura of cool regality, though his wildly wagging tail betrays the exhilaration bubbling inside him.

Rimuru watches the scene unfold, his heart swelling as he observes the jovial atmosphere around him—the orcs lifting heavy loads, the hobgoblins pausing to hydrate, everyone radiating happiness. His gaze shifts to Alyx, a bright smile illuminating his face, before my magic sense starts flickering as I sink into the blissful embrace of full hibernation, content and surrounded by love.

NEW SKILLS:

Extra Skill: Vow

If activated shortly after the user makes a promise, the user will be compelled to keep that promise until fulfilled, if the promise is fulfilled then the user gets a decent but temporary boost in strength, in the case of promises that will be carried for the rest of the user’s life, the user will undergo a mind manipulation to be forced to keep that promise (In Robin’s case, if she ends up becoming something mindless or loses her ability to love then whatever is left of her will be compelled against her body to be there for her family and her people even if its no longer out of love.)

[rimurufan18]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Just realized I don't think I ever posted the full work, heres the full work so far

[rimurufan18]

Chapter 13: Till Death Do We Part

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Part 1: My Happiest Day So Far | Robin

On my normal everyday walk, I decide to go outside of Tempest, breathing in the fresh air of this beautiful world. All within grasp, and ripe for the taking. I start laughing to myself a little. “It will all be mine, every last bit of this world.” I say to nobody in particular, giggling to myself then sighing as I hear footsteps behind me. Manifesting my scythe and swinging it behind me but stopping right before I make contact.

“Whoa whoa Lady Robin, it's just me,” Benimaru’s voice announced from behind me, sweating as he holds up his hands to show he's unarmed. As I look him over I am disappointed as he truly is unarmed.

I lower my blade. “Don't sneak up on me, I swear, now, what did you want?” I ask, feeling a little annoyed to have my peace and quiet interrupted. I walk over to him and look up at him, also quite annoyed to still be so much shorter than him despite my recent power up.

“Well, Lord Rimuru is requesting your presence, he says it's urgent.” he says and points in the direction of the town hall, “he's in his office.” he says and the leaves me be, walking off at a hastened pace, disappearing over a hill to who knows where

I sigh and nod to him then walk to town hall where I see Rimuru, down on one knee, holding out a box. “Robin, I know this is sudden, and I know I'm interrupting your walk, but will you make me the happiest slime ever and marry me.” he says and smiles up at me, his blue hair in a ponytail and his beautiful face nearly glowing with his radiance. I can't help but look at him, taking in his every last feature, his long tied back hair draping down his back, his small petite frame hugged by his clothes, and his beautiful golden eyes shining up at me, Oh I’m so gonna destroy him in bed later.

For a time I don't react, not moving a muscle as I look at him, completely shocked that he would do this, as I see him start blushing and becoming unsure I snap out of it. “Yes! I will marry you!” I shout and hug him very tightly, the box falling out of his hand and clattering to the floor, opening and revealing the simple ring with a large diamond, its band completely made out of magisteel. “I love you I love you I love you!” I shout, kissing him all over his face.

He slides the ring over with his foot and then takes it out of the box, grabbing my hand and slipping it onto my finger as he smiles. “I-I love you too Robin, more than anything.” he says and lovingly plants a kiss on my lips, my hand moves to the back of his head, holding him in place as I lean down to kiss him. My free hand moves to his back and starts caressing the soft contours of his body, moving my hand down and feeling the slight widening at his hips as I push further into the kiss for a time.

I then pull away and smile at him, “you make me so happy, when should we get married?” I ask with a smile as I stroke his hair, pulling out his ponytail so his hair can flow down once more, just how I like it.

“How about right now…,” He offered before pausing for a moment. A duty bound somber look washed over his features as he explained his pause, “Fuck, we have to go; Great sage says there's a massive amount of magicules approaching Tempest.”

I stare at him for a few moments, dumbstruck that this happened just as im about to be made the wife of my dream man, before I shout “MOTHERFUCKER!!”

Part 2: Fuck No | Robin

We ran outside just in time to see the blue beast hovering in our skies. Charybdis. I know Milim is destined to destroy it but I can't help but grin, this will be glorious. “I'll kill this bastard for interrupting my fucking moment.”

I break away from Rimuru and lighten my feet before launching myself up to face the massive leviathan before me, landing on its wing. I can sense it knows my presence as its scales launch off of itself. Flying straight through my body as though I am made of liquid, which is to be expected because I kinda am, as I make myself far less dense to the point that I'm nearly a gas. “Can't touch me, can you~?” I say with a wide grin as I drive my scythe into its carapace, sparking against its scales before finding ground and going deep into its flesh. Digging deep and spewing its blood all over me as I run along its wing, ripping right through it as I drag my scythe along, opening a massage hole along it and causing it to tilt slightly in the air as it slowly closes up nearly as fast as I make the hole.

“Not Milim.” it groans and one of its megalodon minions swoops at me, jaws wide, and chomps down over me. Instantly I create a pole in its mouth to keep it from finishing my adventure then I shove my fist through the roof of its mouth and laugh psychotically as I scramble its brains with my bare hand and then pull it out and lick my hand of its blood, tasting the magicule rich blood.

“Gonna have to do better than that.” I shout with a crazed grin as I devour the shark with my slime and start showering the beast in its own scales, doing significant damage before it heals itself right back up. Fuck, that's right, it has uber fast healing or whatever. I think to myself but then shrug and decide “Fuck it.” and start thinning out my slime to attempt to devour the whole behemoth. My slime melts away at its thick scaly carapace at asl I work my way around half of its body before I see a flash of pink and a massive explosion occurs throwing me off to the side as I crash through multiple trees below and hitting the ground with a loud thud. “Fuck that hurt.” I groan, my voice gurgling slightly with some slime caught in my throat, and hold my throbbing head as I hear the faint over dramatic laughter of Milim in the distance.

“Mwa ha ha!” she laughs heartily before going back to the ground for congratulations. Getting pats on the back.

Rimuru’s distant voice is the next to reach my ringing ears. “Thanks Milim… But where did Robin go? She was on Charybdis.”

“O-over hear.” I say with another slight gurgle and I look down seeing a massive stick piercing my neck with only a small amount of slime keeping my head attached to my body, and I panic and rip it out and cough up a lot of a gallon of slime, it gurgles and bubbles in my throat before closing and healing itself. “OVER HERE!” I shout still in pain but I get up and start stumbling out of the forest as my cuts and bruises start healing themselves until I'm perfectly fine once more. My head still throbs but now it's with anger at Milim as I go over to her and sock her in the jaw. “LOOK WHERE YOU PUNCH! Fuck that hurt!” I shout and look down and see that punching her broke my fist.

She pouts and looks at me. “Sorry, but look where you exist next time,” she says in a bratty tone with her hands on her hips.

I pause for a moment before exploding, “I’m done, Milim, get your act together I swear!” I storm off in anger and slam the door to my home. Falling into Goober once again and crying. His cold slime all over my face, cooling me off and soaking up my tears, “Why does nothing go my way? I want to be cool but I always get my thunder stolen. I fight the orc lord but then nearly get eaten and Rimuru swoops in to save the day, I nearly get married but then Charibdis appears, I fight Charbdis and nearly consume the bastard but Milim swoops in and takes it out and nearly takes me with him. When will I finally get my time to shine!?” I shout as I'm muffled by his slime. “I just want to have fun and be cool for him, why can't I just be as awesome as anyone else,” I say as I'm muffled by my little goob’s slime. I can't help but let the tears flow over Goober, his cool surface wrapping around me slightly as if hugging me, I can't help but smile softly at his actions. Despite my tears and being new to being a mother, my child is here for me, and I can't help but adore him for it.

For a time I don't move, if unable or unwilling Goober couldn't tell as he wraps me up in himself and holds me protectively. Despite not being very smart, he's really trying, “Goob… I love you so much.” I say and kiss the soft and squishy slime.

Some sounds start emanating from my slimy son, “…mmm…aaa…mmm…eee…” the sounds reverberate around my body, as if he's trying to speak.

“…Goob… did you just speak?” I ask confusedly and astounded as he starts vibrating around my body as if trying again.

“Mo-mm-ee… mo-mee… mommy,” he says and nearly brought me to tears once more. I hug him oh so very tightly and kiss the slime all over.

“Oh my gods, you said mommy, I-I can't believe it, you-you can speak.” I stutter out and give one more great big kiss on his slime.

Seeing how happy I've become over his words he unwraps me and bounces around happily, spouting out “Mommy mommy mommy,” in an adorable high-pitched voice. He then finally bounces back onto me just as I sit up, landing right into my lap and nuzzling into me.

“Oh my gods, I-I thought you were gonna be just a normal little slime buddy, b-but this is amazing I wonder what you'll look like if or when you get your human form.”

“Mommy? D…aaa…d..eee, da-da, daddy!” he says, forming another coherent word and I can't help but hope Rimuru comes by to see their next word. I start almost completely forgetting my troubles as the cute slime makes me really happy.

I pet him lovingly and then pick him up into a great big hug when suddenly Rimuru walks in and pushes me onto the bed suddenly. He pins me down and opens the door to Goober’s terrarium with his slime and places our son inside. “I'm sorry for what Milim did, Robin… I punished her severely, now please forgive me, I love you so much and I wanted to get back to you sooner but I had to extract Charybdis from Phobio then Demon Lord Carrion and I made a peace treaty… but anyway, now that I’m back, I can make good on a promise.” he says blushing softly as he holds me down to the bed.

“O-oh, it's ok… but what are you doing? A-and I want to say something about our kid.” I say as I feel him gingerly stroke his hand along my clothed thigh, I shudder as he reaches the hem of my pants and starts gingerly pulling them down.

He smiles softly with his face heating up just a little more. “I did say that we'd do it again after the next big attack didn't I~? And Goober can wait a few minutes can't he~? Tell me later.”

I sigh and melt away in his hands, turning to my golden slime once more and denying his lust. “As much as I would love for you to have sex with me again, isn't there something else you're forgetting?” I ask abrasively as I tilt upwards towards him.

The tent in his pants quickly goes away as he sits down on his feet with myself between his thighs, “not anything that I can remember,” he says with a shrug, eliciting an angered noise to leave my slime.

“Right before the fight you asked me something, something very important.” I say exasperatedly.

His eyes widened and he face palms himself. “I can't believe I forgot, yes we will get married as soon as possible.”

Angrier than I intended, I reply “Why not right now?!”

He flinches back at my words and softly whimpers “Tempest just got attacked, we have to rebuild after all that.” his voice barely a whisper.

Sighing I return to my human body and wrap my arms around him. “I'm sorry my love… I didn't mean to scare you like that… can't we have it today though? It would be a great way to cheer Tempest’s people up.”

He thinks for a moment before shrugging. “Fine, but you're helping with the cleanup.” he says and pulls me into a tight hug, pressing my head into his chest as he strokes my hair, his soft and dainty hand tracing lines down my hair and to my back before finally resting on my butt as he hoists me up and carries me. With a faint noise of surprise that he'd pick me up again I look down to him with a blush. “What? Are you still flustered by me?” he teases and then brushes a few strands of hair away from my face, the only support holding me up being a firm hand gripping my ass cheek from below. “Well isn't that just precious.”

“Sh-shut up,” I sputter and nuzzle my face into his hair, “I love you.”

He chuckles and holds me tight. “Love you more sweetie.” he says and begins carrying me outside, the harsh sunlight burning my eyes slightly before they adjust and I see the people of Tempest already setting up an altar outside of the house and I look shocked at Rimuru. He just chuckles, “Thought communication is a wonderful thing.”

I blush even more, “S-should I put on a dress or something? I-I mean I'm still wearing this beat up cloak and you're still wearing your jacket.” I ask while nestled into him, not wishing to leave his warmth for a second as he carries me through the crowd.

He just smiles down at me, “of course not, I want you to look like yourself, so we will be married in our battle outfits.” he says and kisses me on the cheek as he walks me quite far, with the Tempestians following the whole way until we arrive at a lake and Rimuru sets me down at a newly constructed altar, a simple arch made of white roses with Shuna standing close by, a smile on her face as she waves to greet us, a slight hint of jealousy carefully masked behind her demeanor, with only the slightest twitch of her eye being the only indication. Shion is behind a tree, crying a little; She was denied the ability to bake the wedding cake.

“Welcome Lord Rimuru, Lady Robin, to your last minute marriage, now I know you've been together for a while but some forewarning could've been in order.” Shuna says with a clear undertone of anger in her voice, most likely directed towards me.

“Thank you for putting this all together, you all are the best!” I say ignoring her tone because I won't let her ruin the happiest moment of my life.

“Robin, come on.” Rimuru says with his adorable smile, beckoning me forwards towards the altar.

I giggle and rush up to him, half tackling him into a hug before looking out towards our people, smiling softly. “Thank you everyone, you're all the best!” I shout and rest my hand over Rimuru’s shoulder with a small smile.

Rigurd then grabs a book and goes to a podium, “In the name of the Storm Dragon Veldora do Lady Robin and Lord Rimuru solemnly swear that you will love each other to the ends of time, to death do you part?”

“I do.” I say softly, shaking slightly in anticipation.”

“I do as well.” Rimuru says confidently.

“Then by the power vested in me as village elder, Lord Rimuru and Lady Robin shall now be married, you may now kiss the bride!” Rigurd exclaims excitedly.

I tackle Rimuru to the ground and start making out with him, my tongue invading his mouth and forcing him to blush as my half lidded eyes stare into his and our tongues wrestle between us, all of the citizens watch in shock at my over the top display of love until I finally pull away, a strand of saliva still connecting the two of our pairs of lips. “Mmm~ that was good~” I say and giggle. “All mine~”

“W…well that concludes the ceremony… now how about another festival!!” he shouts and everyone cheers loudly. Rimuru however was completely on his own world, laying on the ground and staring into space.

He then snaps out of it and looks over at me. “I love you so much… also I guess it's party time.” he says and smirks as he swiftly stands up and sweeps me off my feet.

“W-woah!” I say, startled by the sudden action but I quickly nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, hiding myself from the world, “you better rock my world tonight.” I whisper softly into his neck and immediately feel him start to heat up. “Again that is.” and his temperature rises much further, hot to the touch.

“D-don't say that in front of the others you lovable idiot.” he says, causing me to pout at him. “oh come on I know you're smart and all but like you seriously, you just act stupid sometimes, I still love you a lot though.”

“Hmph.” *I cross my arms and turn my head away trying to be cutely angry at him.

He then kisses me to make me look at him again, causing my eyes to water because I just love him so much. “Knew that would work,” he says happily and sets me down in a chair that was hastily constructed by a few of the goblins for me.

“Rimuru is supposed to be ours, you know.” she says in a menacing voice from behind me, a purple aura clouding my vision as I slowly crane my neck upwards to be greeted by tits mcgee herself, Shion standing above me, looking like she's about to either beat me up or start crying.

I look at Rimuru like ‘What the fuck?’ and he shrugs at me. “Shion… your relationship with him won't change, you can still carry him and play with his slime, but he's my husband, and you can't fight me on that point.”

“Eat my delicious food and I'll forgive you.” she says while glaring at me.

I swallow in fear and steel myself, “bring it on.”

She puts down a bowl of her soup, it smells and looks like death, purple ooze and a whole onion, fish bones and a rat skull inside of it, I swallow once again and then close my eyes and hold my breath and drink it all down, almost immediately acquiring poison resistance as I take big gulps, nearly puking as it feels like a burning in my stomach. It feels as though I'm melting from the inside out and it sears my throat with each gulp until I'm finished and the pain starts subsiding. “I-its g-good, t-thanks for the meal.” I say shakily and start blacking out and my head slams on the table.

Part 3: making good on a promise 2 | Rimuru

As I carry Robin back home, she barely stirs. The whole way, despite me neutralizing the poison and scolding Shion, she remains in seemingly blissful slumber. “Come on Robin, I made a promise don't make me break it.”

Her eyes flutter open and focus on my face as a silly grin envelopes her face, “Fuck me, the moment Goober is put away.” she says and her shit eating grin gets much bigger.

“Why are you so damn horny?” I chuckle, knowing I’m no different. The light japanese style sliding door makes only an identifiable sound of wood against wood as it opens and closes with the rough brush of my boot. I set Robin on the floor to stand like the big girl she is, she gives me a pout in return, a wordless complaint about wanting to be carried longer. Mirth tickles at my lips as I try, and fail to suppress a smirk at her cute behavior.

Goober sits calmly on the tatami floor with no indication of any thoughts going through that cute oversized droplet of a body he has as I scoop him into my hands and deliver him to his terrarium. He giggles goopily as he is placed, his gold and blue coloration constantly swirling like ethereal clouds. Retreating from his tiny home within our home, I smile at him as I shut the terrarium gate, and cover the glass case with some heavy cloth curtains.

Turning around, I do as promised, shifting my focus to Robin. She has not even a moment to process as I pounce on her to strip her of the clothes obstructing the path to my wife. My hands effortlessly rip open her robe and my tongue absently wets my lips as I take in the view. Her developing yet still small breasts all but burst forth from her reaping robe, the ebony flowing cloth falling wayward to the tatami floor, billowing on nonexistent wind in its descent - the thing seems too chunni for how cute she acts around me but whatever. Her toned midriff reveals itself to me, followed by the curve of her shapely hips, all for me. I thank whatever god put me in this world as I see her bashful face, blushing and turned away from me. Her form is incomparable to anyone else, I think as I lower her to sit on her haunches and pause, that is until I start stripping myself.

Her eyes stick to me like dowels as my arms exit my fur jacket. I catch her gazing at my chest as I ruefully strip my shirt from my skin. I feel her eyes needling across my skin, her mouth open just slightly as small clouds of white begin to form just ahead of her lips. The tickle of her sightline caresses down my neck, sticking with my clavicle, to and beneath my shoulder as she begins to drool. I can’t help but let a smirk play on my lips as I enjoy the apparent five star rating I get with just her eyes. I watch her and track the tickling sensation as it falls on my ribs, then my left nipple. Robin’s tongue makes a shy appearance as it wets her lips, wiping away a bit of the loose drool in its path, only for the flow to come back stronger.

I revel in her desire, the warm pulsing of my heart matching my thoughts of appreciation. I decide to make a show of myself, releasing a long light moan that makes Robin twitch in anticipation. I bring both hands up to my cheeks and run them down my skin. My fingers glide touchlessly over and around the corners of my jaw as I stare into Robin’s eyes with my own half lidded gaze. Robin’s jaw shifts between hanging loosely and trying to bite her own breath as her eyes wildly meander my form, focus dripping and smudging over the entirety of my form. My hands drag down my neck as seductively as I can and I notice rubbing her thighs together. Another mewl escapes me at the untamed need in her eyes. I lean in her direction as I come to my knees and cast a light shadow on her, my breath falling into and mixing with hers. Fingers continue to trail down my body, from my collar bones to my pecs just as my left hand stops at my nipple. Playfully, I twist it, and utterly fail to stop a shiver that runs down my entire back. I let out a breath of surprise at how sensitive the little organs are, ideas for later coming to mind. I hear a thick gulp as Robin’s mouth delicately closes and opens again with fresh hot cottony puffs of air. I hold a smile as my right hand continues its dutiful trek down my torso, passing my taught stomach and hooking into my waistband. Robin’s entire body stiffens as her eyes lock onto my hand’s position and the dip of cloth as I push it further down ever slowly. I watch as a stray hand wiggles out from supporting her weight and slithers somewhat shamefully to her mons. She shakily opens her legs, light catches onto and clings like honey to her sweat slicked form. The light squelch and glisten of her juices as she runs a finger along her opening revs my desire and convinces me to finally reveal myself. My hand pushes roughly at my cloth prison, laden desire springing forth, thick, heavy, and swaying like the pendulum.

“God I want you so bad~” Robin purrs as she palms her clit in lascivious anticipation of what’s to come. Her eyes rise to meet mine as I pant listlessly in a want we both share. Bringing her back to the floor and her arm out from under her, her arms stick air reaching for me, “Come take your prize,” She smiles coyly, “husband~”

I let myself fall into her, like a rock plummeting to the bottom of a lake. My face falls between her modest breast as she wraps her arms around the back of my head. My hands probe her both hurriedly and gently, whisking over her with intense calling, caressing her with all the fervor I have. Left hand settling on her waist, my right comes to grasp my length, tip hovering just over her sex. I feel her arms tighten around my head and neck as I begin to rub our sexes together, teasing her with the lack of anything thorough. Sighs and pants escape both of us as I rut against her, but never into her. My right hand busies itself mixing our juices and covering my shaft as I grow restless from need.

“Stop teasing Rimuru!” Robin’s voice cries out above me. I grin loosely and turn my head slightly to the side.

“Don’t worry, teasing’s over,” my voice, muffled as my mouth is pressed to her skin, still manages to come out needy and wanting. Lining up our sexes, I make note of my left hand’s grip on her waist and grin. Without warning, I push myself deeply into my lover, staggering with the flood of sensation. The unabashed warmth of her depths undulates against me in surprise, her body shakes in utter delight, as though placing the final puzzle piece to her need. She squeals, dropping her head back, rolling her hips, and as to my plans, unintentionally slackening her arms. My grin grows wild as I straighten my back and push until my face is right above her breast. My jaw opens unsteadily as I am rocked with pleasure as she squirms beneath me, forcing me to let out embarrassing sounds unbefitting of the ruler of a country. Not letting the pleasure cloud my mind, I close in on her right nipple. Robin squeaks out a moan as I begin to knead her tiny nipple with my lips. Her arms tighten around my head and I suddenly feel her legs intertwine over my behind. Smiling against her skin, I nibble and bite at the sensitive nub in my mouth. Her adorable little cries of glee make warmth sprout in my chest. God how I love this woman. Forcing myself inch by inch from her depths, I am met with a discontented mewl before I buck back into her depths with reckless abandon. Her legs slacken, her arms shiver. My sudden attack on her senses seems to have shattered all thoughts that may have been going through her head. The ego boost only makes me thrust harder, faster. Contrary to my seemingly unbreakable vanguard however, I struggle to contain myself. Each thrust, every movement is an assault on the senses. The slightest twitch from within her sends ripples through me as I shake like an unbridled leaf in the wind. My right hand winds around her waist, meeting my left upon the small of her back. Thrust after wild thrust, I am left slack jawed and panting into her chest as I do my best to plow her as promised.

As thick unyielding clouds of pleasure mist my perception, her muscles clamp down like a vice, arms rigid, legs pushing me to a stop inside of her, all as her sex spasms around mine. Losing what little control I had, I empty myself into her depths as we cum together. Her embrace holds me like a warm stream, as my bottom half is slicked in discharge. My muscles tense rapidly as I feel another orgasm take me. Unable to resist Robin’s clutches, I feel myself sputter into her sex, rutting aimlessly all the while. Pathetic moans and mewls escape me as I am trapped in the constricting sex of my partner, letting out all I have into her. For what feels like minutes, I am pinned by her leg lock, rolling my hips into her unresponsive ones. Slowing, and coming to a stop, I realize Robin has stayed all too still through my actions. Forcing her arms grip to loosen, I rise a bit to look at her face and immediately blush from what I see. Eyes foggy and distant, drool flowing freely from the sides of her mouth, and the most satisfied smile I had ever seen adorn her face. Noticing the dislodging of my face from her chest, our eyes meet and she mouths something.

“What?” I ask softly, shivering from still being inside her.

“I love you,” she intones in a voice sweeter than honey and thicker than syrup, “I love you so much,”

I smile and lean into her chest, placing soft kisses across her soft flesh and hum, “Does this mean we are gonna have another Goober?” I ask somewhat numbly as I still feel her walls clenching around me.

“No,” she states, surprising me, “turned off fertility for this one,” she says airily.

My eyebrows scrunch up on my face, “You can do that?”

Looking down at me, she wipes the drool from her beautiful face before asking, “You can’t?”

I stare at her for a moment before letting my head fall back to her chest as an answer. I can all but feel her smile of mild superiority above me. A few indignant thoughts scurry through my mind, and I push myself down her body. She shivers beneath me as I descend her form, dragging my hands from her hips to her thighs, holding them open. My lips clasp over her flesh, soft red hickies form a trail of red stepping stones across her light unmarred skin. From her navel, I descend further until I am just at her hips, hungrily nibbling at her. Trembling, her hands find themselves in my hair, grasping tightly and pushing me further down. I glance up at her as I give a wet needy bite just above her pleasure button. She hums and shakes as we make eye contact, pearly, sharp fangs I had never before noticed, biting into her lip. It really is a sight to behold. Smiling somewhat evilly, I descend further. Each exhale gets her to twitch, pause her breath, shiver with anticipation. I place my face in front of her sopping wet entrance, glistening with sweat, discharge, and the cyan coating of my cum. Something about the visage of her sex, fluids almost if not actually glowing, all there from our coupling, drives hot need back into me. I want to make her whimper, squeal, I want her to be left panting, grasping my hair with all her strength, only to limp from unimaginable pleasure.

With no afterthought, I begin to lap at her wet sensitive flesh. Sweat and discharge and cum, a mix of us coats my tongue as my face is glued to her by her grip. Her legs shake, head falls back, and she bucks wildly. My tongue scrapes her to her core, hot, mischievous, ravenous. Renewed panting floods the room as her grip on my hair slackens from my work. Every little twitch and sound she makes, every shiver and jerk, every gasp and hitch in her breath, the squeaks and cut off words, spur mr more. My hands wrap around her outer thighs, massaging them, kneading their flesh as they push into me. My eyes close, avid focus on her need, and my want, desire, prerogative to satisfy her, overtakes my mind. The taste, her taste, my taste, fills my palate. Every lick, scrape, and plunge conceived with the purpose of both feeding into her desire, and feeding into mine. She begins to shake, like a house on a crumbling foundation. I can feel the last dregs of stability eroding under the loving caress of my tongue. Her pleasure, want, desire, it all seeps through her sex, into me, and I bask in the mix of love and lavish carnal satisfaction. Her moans are loud, her motions are staggered. I can feel all that she feels, the way her fingers curl and grasp at air, my hair, and try to stitch together with my hands, fingers as threads. The way her legs shake at every touch and how they are tickled by my hair. The way the air is glossy throughout her throat, and the droplets of sweat roll down her skin. And I feel my intrusion, my every touch, lick, breath, all against her, all felt through us both. I find myself shivering, sweating, hair sticking to my back, as my body and hers find themselves in a perfect sync. My hips buck uselessly in the air at the same moment that hers roll over and into my face. Desperate, uninhibited panting, shameless ghostly caresses, soppy loving thoughts. No part of the two of us is unshared. It’s bliss.

And as I register bliss, it explodes. All the tension on both our bodies is set free. Every muscle pulled taught, every savored moment culminates and an eruption takes place. Moans and squeals pass past both our lips, hers into the air, blessing my ears; mine into her, dragging the pulsing feeling that eclipsed her, through me, and back into her. Orgasm, it takes a moment, or a few moments for the word behind the concept to resurface in my cloudy mind. A lulled, and disjointed thought process that comes slowly as we come down from our sharing of the most intimate high. My right cheek finds rest on her left thigh, sparkling cloudy exhales brush against her sex, both of us spasm at the feeling. We lay there, panting, breathing, drowning in each other's presence, and taking in eachother’s magicules. Minutes pass as we come to our own senses, and not a mix of the two. I gently squeeze her outer thigh, and she hums, as if answering a question I never posed. A feeling of pure content fills the tiny home, every breath happy, every exhale pleased.

I climb up her body, she feels so familiar now, so nostalgic. Her hands greet me and her arms pull me into a warm embrace, “I love you,” we sigh out in unison. We could lay here forever, bask, lay, and bathe, intertwine out bodies, souls, and minds. But we have to get up.

Together, we pull ourselves from the floor and stand unsteadily, both of our legs unstable from the pleasure that was so all consuming. Our arms remain around each other, embrace unbroken, love unfettered. Soft, full smiles, glowing happy eyes, everything is right. Our lips find themselves in a short kiss; no battle for supremacy, no depravity, just a kind, perfect kiss.

As we break the grips we have on one another’s form, we continue glancing at each other. Clothes slowly cover up our skin, her hickies are hidden from the rest of the world, the light scratches on my skin shaded underneath silk. Happiness. Contentedness. Love.

I make way for the door, a radiant glow enveloping me as I watch my lover, with her own beautiful glow, “Shall we?”

Her smile goes back to that shit eating grin I love as she walks towards the door and me, “You came like a bottom~” the corners of her mouth rise higher as my face glows red in blush, “we are definitely experimenting later,” I can’t help but nod, both too embarrassed to counter, and secretly excited myself. She opens the door, and picks me up, carrying me out, only adding to my embarrassment.

Part 4: Festival | Robin

I chuckle softly as I carry him out of our room, onto the street and into the heart of the festival, everyone cheers us on as we walk down a second aisle, this time with food stands. “Good evening Tempest!!!” I shout out and hold Rimuru above my head like a trophy causing not only a blush to rise upon his face but a roar of applause also rings out from everyone but Shuna, even Shion claps for us, albeit begrudgingly. I approach shuna and clap her on the back, “You know, you can still hold him and cuddle him, just know that the rest of him is all mine, got it?”

She glares at me and scoffs a little. “I'll take you up on that.” she says and looks at Rimuru in my arms disapprovingly. “Enjoy him while you can.”

“Try to take him from me though.” I say with an evil and taunting grin as I walk off with my Rimuru in my arms snuggled into my chest like a baby. “You're all mine~ forever~” I whisper into his ear as I go to a big table and sit down with Rimuru in my lap.

Gobuta rushes over with two huge trays of food and a massive smile. “Lady Robin I got you two some of the megalodon meat!” he says excitedly as he places the thick slabs of meat in front of me and Rimuru.

I ruffle his hair, “Thanks for the food Gobuta, you're a real one.”

He laughs and runs away and Rigurd steps up on a platform that I don't remember being there. “Hello people of Tempest! I declare today National Lords of Love Day!” he shouts enthusiastically and Rimuru lets out an audible groan from my lap as everyone cheers at Rigurd’s words, I can't help but let out a chuckle as I couldn't think of anything half as good as that off the top of my head.

I take a bite of the meat, the megalodon meat practically melts in my mouth, perfectly prepared by the goblins with the tutelage of Shuna, the soft creamy meat brings a tear to my eye as the aromatics of the spices and vegetables it was marinated in makes my mouth water for another bite. I can feel all eyes on me as I start scarring down the food, the cooks laughing heartily, “I can that someone likes it.” I hear them say as I ravenously rip more meat from the shark steak, washing it down with a special apple brandy Rimuru had cooked up while I was having some downtime. The night was perfect, everything working together to culminate in a wonderful experience, I can only hope it lasts.

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Chapter 12: Mine~

New skills

Extra Skill: Chimera

The user can adopt the parts of animals it eats onto itself for as long as they desire. (completely useless when you can do that anyway)

NOTE: Thank you so much to someone who wishes to remain anonymous for their invaluable help with editing this chapter.

Warning! Part 3 is graphically sexual, so major nsfw warning.

Part 1: Blumond | Robin

The branch office was tidy, more so in an uncomfortable sense, due to the evident lack of decor, leaving the fidgeting examiner, Rimuru, and finally me standing before Fuze’s desk. On the minimalist desk, more of a repurposed kitchen table, were a few small stacks of paper, most likely documents, and a bottle of cheap booze. Fuze began our meeting with a heavy sigh, left arm leaning on the desk, holding a bunch of papers. The fingers on his right hand massaged the bridge of his nose in small, wave-like motions. the special flavor of frustration that makes you feel like a child about to get scolded, hung thick in the air.

"I’m Sor—" I started, but stopped as Fuze sharply raised his hand, cutting me off mid-word.

Another sigh escapes him before he claps his hands, starting to speak, "I'm just going to pretend this never happened,” he spares a glance at the examiner before looking back to me, and continuing, “Because I know you deserve better than the rank I'm about to give you. If I were to give you an actually appropriate rank, it would draw too much-unwanted attention," Fuze said dryly, piercing gaze fixed on the rank tester as he handed us our badges, his glare speaking volumes. "You guys are rank B now. Congratulations."

"Oh... uh... thank you, I guess," I mumbled awkwardly, trying to process the unexpected outcome. Taking our badges, I turned to leave this awkward situation as fast as possible. Before I could even take two steps towards the door, Rimuru interjected, seizing some opportunity I was too uncomfortable to notice.

"One more thing before we go," he said, pulling off his mask with a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulled a healing potion from inside his jacket. "We would like to sell some healing potions, and since this guy seems like the best candidate, I would like to try it on the one-legged examiner here. The first is free of charge, of course."

The examiner snatched the bottle from Rimuru's outstretched hand, unafraid of the short boy, skepticism written all over his face. "And how exactly is this supposed to help me?"

"Your leg, duh," I retorted, unable to conceal my irritation at his dismissive tone towards Rimuru.

He stared at me like I was some witch for a moment, "Fine, I'll try it," he grumbled, begrudgingly taking a sip of the potion. In an instant, his prosthetic leg shot off, I watched as a new, fully formed limb emerged in its place. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled with a yelp as he fell sidelong from the imbalance brought on by the fresh flesh.

Ignoring his shocked outburst, Rimuru seized the opportunity to continue his pitch. "As you can see, these potions can even fully regrow limbs," he explained calmly, his confidence unwavering as the examiner tested his regained limb as though it were an illusion.

"I-I admit, this is certainly impressive," the examiner remarked while standing back up, his tone begrudgingly acknowledging the effectiveness of Rimuru's potions. "But this would be extremely expensive for the average adventurer or common citizen.” he countered.

“Perhaps you could dilute it to half potency and reserve the full potions for dire situations," Fuze spoke up again, keeping the conversation civil.

Rimuru pondered the suggestion for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "That might be a good idea," he agreed. "We could make weaker potions and sell them for reasonable prices while reserving the higher quality ones to be more scarce and thus more sought after. I like the way you think. Thanks for the advice, Fuze."

"Yeah, no problem," he replied, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the successful brainstorming session. "Now, I have some business to attend to, you are free to leave," he added. Fuze then left us in the office as he escorted the examiner elsewhere, undoubtedly to reprimand him for his conduct during our examination.

"So... what now, Robi-mph?" Rimuru asked, being cut off by me and his face painted with confusion.

I silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. His nervousness only seemed to fuel my desire as I locked eyes with him, my gaze piercing his soul. "Now," I whispered huskily, "I have some research to do." With that, I took his hand and dragged him from the guild branch, all the way to an inn, paying our fare and ushering him inside.

Closing the door behind us, I wasted no time. tossing him onto the bed with a playful yet determined air. For a moment, I drink in the sight of Rimuru on the soft cream sheets of the bedding. The way the silks fold around him as he pulls his arms beneath him to look at me with an unreadable expression makes me want to pounce on him. I saunter over to him, suppressing a giddy affection with a calm exterior that makes Rimuru visibly swallow as he sees the hunger in my eyes. The bed creaks almost inaudibly as I climb atop him and sit on his upper shins, before I begin pulling up his shirt and trailing kisses along his midriff. Starting just above his pants, each succulent kiss up his soft stomach elicits soft whimpers from him. He listlessly hums and pulls at the sheets as I mark a path of glistening saliva up around his cute belly button, until I fully remove his shirt. My lips find his in a much-needed passionate kiss that sends sparks of affection flying between us. Breaking the kiss, my hand, slowly, sensually, drifted down along his skin to the hem of his pants, my fingers tracing the contours of his lithe and beautiful body, getting little shivers in response.

But just as I hooked my fingers in his pants and began to pull, he grasped my wrist, halting my advances. Pushing me gently away, he looked at me with a flushed face, "R-Robin, I-I don't know if I'm ready for this," he stammered, hastily pulling his pants back up.

"W-wait until we at least get back to Tempest, okay? I-I promise I'll be ready by then.”

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, I nodded in understanding.I retreated across the bed and silently cursed my impulsive actions. "Of course," I replied softly, reassuring him with a gentle smile. "We'll take things at your pace."

I sighed as I stood up from the bed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Grabbing his shirt and jacket, I handed them back to him, "I..." a forlorn sigh pushed passed my lips, "Sorry, Rimuru. I... I can wait. I should've asked before doing something like this," I apologized, feeling ashamed of my impulsive actions.

"No, no, wait!" Rimuru exclaimed, his hands waving frantically in front of him as he tried to clear up the misunderstanding. "I would love to do it right now, but we should really look around and get to know this place… but uh… we can totally do that when we get back to Tempest,” he adds whilst blushing like a flustered schoolgirl.

"...Wait, so you're confirming that you have something down there?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat in excitement

"Well, duh, everyone does," he replied, his tone lighthearted despite my probing questions.

I pumped my fist in victory, but my expression softened as I looked at him with affection. "Wanna make this a little date? Maybe go on a little adventure before we go back home?" I suggested, hoping to spend some quality time together.

He pondered for a moment before grabbing my hand and pulling me along. "W-whoa whoa, wait a minute, Rimuru! Where are we going?" I exclaimed, caught off guard by his sudden enthusiasm. Butterflies in my stomach and a faint blush still on my face as he rushes us out of the room and pulls me past the innkeeper, out onto the street.

"You'll see~" he replied playfully, sticking out his tongue as he led me through the streets. Eventually, we arrived at a quaint shop on the edge of town, its cozy atmosphere inviting us inside. It seemed to be a cafe of sorts, and Rimuru wasted no time in finding us a booth and ordering some food.

As I sat there, still blushing from being pulled along by Rimuru, I buried my face in my shirt, trying to hide my embarrassment. However, my attention was quickly diverted when a plate clattered down in front of me, filling the air with the savory scent of kebabs. Peeking out from behind my shirt, I caught sight of Rimuru gazing at me with a look of intense love and care, causing my heart to flutter.

"S-so, what did you get us?" I asked, my voice betraying my flustered state as I struggled to maintain composure in the face of his unwavering affection.

"They are giant spider meat kebabs with some kind of nut sauce, they're the house specialty here, so eat up," Rimuru said, his smile radiant as he dipped his kebab into the sauce and took a bite, savoring the succulent meat. "Gods, this is so amazing. You have to try it. Eat, eat," he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.

"A-alright, I'll try it," I replied shakily, reaching for a kebab and dipping it into the sauce. With each bite, the flavor of the perfectly cooked meat danced on my tongue, filling me with a sense of happiness I hadn't felt in a long time. Memories of a distant past flooded my mind, reminding me of a time when I used to dine with a family I could no longer recall at a restaurant I couldn't place. Wait, why can't I remember them?

Suddenly, my chest tightened, and I found myself hyperventilating, sweat beading on my forehead. "Robin? R-Robin, are you okay?" Rimuru's voice cut through my panic, his concern evident as he reached out to steady me.

"I-I can't remember, w-what’s going on, m-my old world, I can't..." I struggled to speak through the tears clouding my vision. "W-what’s going on?!" I cried out, the panic gripping me tighter as I clutched my head in desperation. Other patrons glance over confusedly but quickly look away as it appears to be two children playing some kind of weird game and not someone having a panic attack.

Rimuru hesitated, his hand hovering in the air before he withdrew it, his expression filled with guilt. "I..." he began, his voice heavy with remorse as he averted his gaze. "I-I’m sorry, i-it’s my fault. When you were nearly killed by Gazel, I… Great Sage warned me that healing you in the way I did would… well, that it would corrupt your memories… I-I’m sorry," he apologized, the weight of his words crashing down on me as I struggled to comprehend the momentuality of losing a part of myself.

As my state of panic continued to spiral out of control, I desperately tried clinging to the fragments of memories, only to feel them slipping through like sand past fingers. Only one name rang out in my mind, Soulz, but who was he? A brother, a friend, an enemy perhaps? The question lingered in my thoughts as my peripheral vision seemed to slip away into void-like shadow, and I collapsed. My face landing with a dull clatter against the plate before everything faded to black.

Part 2: Guilt | Rimuru

It's been days, but Robin has shown no signs of life other than the occasional breath and constant sweats. ‘I must've broken her,’ I thought to myself, the almost overwhelming sense of guilt finding a home in my chest. With as much resolve as I could muster, I decided to make the trek back to Tempest. Robin was on my back, cradled in a mix of slime and silk made to be as gentle as possible without letting her go loose. I could only hope she was comfortable as I glanced back at her sleeping face.

"Please come back to me," I whispered softly, my voice trembling with emotion, as tears welled up in my eyes. With a heavy heart, I left Blumond behind and set out on the road to Tempest.

I walked all day, the weight of Robin's still form a constant reminder of my failure. As night fell, I lit a fire and cuddled with her, ensuring the blanket she was wrapped in stayed clean as I cared for her as tenderly as I could. Gently placing her into a makeshift tent I wove directly from slimy silk, I kissed her on the forehead before cuddling her close, listening to the rhythmic beat of her heart and hoping against hope that she would open her eyes once more.

My attempt at rest was wrought with a nightmare, a horrifying glimpse through Robin's eyes in an unfamiliar place. She shouted, but her voice was silenced, drowned out by the oppressive atmosphere surrounding her. People passed by, their faces obscured by an eerie mist, leaving me feeling helpless and terrified. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to scream, only to wake up in a cold sweat. I gasped greedily for the air I felt so deprived of.

"Robin... what have I done..." I whispered, my voice trembling with guilt and remorse as I looked down at her once peaceful face. Now contorted with fear and anguish, yet bathed in the gentle rays of morning light. Swallowing hard, I gathered my resolve absorbed what little camp supplies I had made. Lifting her gently, I hugged her close then strapped her to my back as I resumed my journey to Tempest. The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my heart, knowing that even though it saved her life, I had caused her unimaginable suffering.

Purposefully, I stretched out the length of our journey, taking every opportunity to check on Robin and ensure her well-being. Whenever night fell, I’d build a small fire and gently lay her down. Tenderly, I’d caress her cheeks and hair, tears constantly streaming down my face as I prayed for her to wake up. Day after day, I extended our journey, hoping against hope that she would open her eyes by the time we reached Tempest.

Three weeks passed in an agonizing show of how slow time can be Each day, filled with a mix of anticipation and despair, hope and grief. Finally, as Tempest came into view on the horizon, a deafening explosion rocked the air, jolting me out of my thoughts. And then, as if in response to the chaos around us, Robin's eyes fluttered open for the first time in weeks.

Part 3: Making good on a promise. | Robin

The moment I awoke, I squirmed free from my cocoon of silk and onto the ground. Scrambling to get my feet under me, I ran to the source of the shockwave, a small plume of smoke. "ROBIN, COME BACK!" Rimuru's voice echoed behind me, but I paid no heed, my limbs moving with newfound energy after who knows how long I spent being imobile. Slowing as I approached, my eyes jumped between an injured Rigurd, Milim, and the unconscious panther man; The wrecked brick of the road smoking beneath him, seemingly the source of the fading wisps of smoke.

"Milim...?" I whispered, turning my head slowly to her.

"What is it, Robin?" she replied, her smile radiating pride in her handiwork.

"Milim, time out, go to the town hall, and Rigurd, what the hell happened?" I demanded, the three months of training under Milim having tempered my fear of her considerably since we first met.

Milim pouted, stomped her foot, and stormed off, leaving behind an air of frustration in her wake.

"Lady Robin, I'm completely fine," Rigurd assured me, despite his face being covered in blood from the wound. "This man attacked me after demanding to rally under him. It's just a flesh wound."

I sighed heavily, feeling a sense of responsibility weighing on my shoulders. Without a word, I doused Rigurd with a healing potion, watching as it worked its magic, regenerating his ripped open face. Then, with determination, I hoisted the unconscious panther man over my shoulder and began making my way towards the town hall.

As I walked, Rimuru caught up with me, concern evident in his expression as he glanced between me and the injured Rigurd.

"Robin, what the fuck?! You've been unconscious for 3 whole weeks! Don't just leave me like that!" Rimuru shouted at me, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and frustration as he picked me up along with Phobio. "I-I know I did this to you, but still, how could you leave me like that?" Tears streaked down his face as the weight and sincerity of his emotions washed over me.

"I-I’m sorry," I murmured softly, unable to meet his gaze as Rimuru tossed Phobio to Benimaru.

"Make sure he can't fight back, but bring him to the meeting room, alright?" Rimuru instructed, his tone firm as he was met with a nod of understanding. With that, he manhandled me all the way back to our house, his grip tight with a mixture of worry and relief.

"I-I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling awkwardness hang in the air as Rimuru guided me through the door of our small secluded home and gently placed me down on the futon. He turned away, and sighs heavily, shoulders tensed with unspoken emotions.

Then, unexpectedly, he spoke again, his expression turning from angry to flustered, "I made a promise, so strip," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks flushed crimson. After a moment of stunned silent confusion, I felt my face heat up. I watched him remove his shirt, his embarrassment evident in hesitant twitchy movements and a light blush across his shoulders and his nape.

With a hesitant breath, I began to undress. I let my shirt and pants disintegrate into my slime. I felt a rush of nerves coursing through me from both embarrassment and excitement as lacey black and blue lingerie replaced my utilitarian, albeit cute panties and bra. My socks thinned and stretched up my legs, forming into delicate thigh high stockings. The remnant slime from my pants weaved into a garter belt, tightening about my waist, the metal clips a shade of gold similar to my hair, accentuated by spiraling blue patterns weaved into the cloth.

Pausing to think, I made a decision; It was time to reveal the changes I had undergone in Dwargon. My body shifted silently behind his back - My near flat, A-cup breasts swelled to generous, perky D-cups. I had to hold back a moan as the new weight jiggled lightly against my ribs, nipples hardening as my lacey bra did nothing to protect me from the air that seemed far too cold for my rising body heat. My sitting perspective on the futon grew unsteady as my spine grew taller, and my legs longer. My arms quickly caught myself from falling several times as I adjusted to the odd growth spurt. My golden hair lengthened and braided itself, the fullness and luster of each strand seemed to compound as with my new womanly beauty. My ears grew weightier, elongating and almost glowing with a flush red tint. My hips and thighs filled out as they would for any healthy woman, growing voluptuous and soft, a nice pudgy quality to them that drew even me to paw at myself lustfully.

When I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a mewl of pleasure, he turned around and stared dumbfounded. His eyes widened in shock as he all but consumed me with his gaze, I could imagine the sounds of dial up internet as he stood dumbstruck. Sitting with legs together on the futon in my newly transformed state, I wavered between being too embarrassed to look at him, and desperately undressing him with my eyes.

“R- Robin?” He asked, as though it wasn’t me in front of him. Though delayed, his reaction was adorable - he stumbled backward and fell on his ass in shock, a tent formed in his pants as a bit of blue slime leaked from his nose like a nosebleed. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight, finding his flustered reaction amusing.

Leaning forward I offered my hand, “Yes?” My tone both warm and embarrassed. He took my hand and let me pull him slowly atop the futon next to me.

“You- you look beautiful,” he whispered, kneeling in front of me. He repeatedly tried to lock his gaze with mine, however both of us were taking in the visage of one another. As he struggled to compose himself, I chose to tease him a bit, "Not fair Rimuru, you’re still wearing pants,," I said with an exaggerated pout, giggling as he flush on his skin seemed to pulse with barely contained lust.

Forcefully dragging his gaze to himself, he sputtered incoherently, cheeks glowing like lava, “I- yeah, my- my pants, one sec,” stiffly standing up, his arms jaggedly moved to his pants and forced his pants off with all the inexperience of a horny virgin.

I wanted to turn away, to give him some semblance of privacy, but the peak so large in his pants must’ve been formed by some sort of obelisk, so I stared instead, barely containing drool.

I was met unceremoniously with a slab of meat that sprang wildly from its cloth prison, jumping in the air, crying a small stream of glistening cyan precum. As his pants fell further, his erection continued bouncing, searching fruitlessly for an orifice to fill. Below the easily six inch rod, maybe seven if I had a ruler on hand, hung a handful of large, smooth, testes. Each ball seemed to shine lighty, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, begging for my attention. They got jostled with each twitch of his higher member, each echo of a bounce making them jiggle with bravado. Without moment to think I was hit with a wave of musk, a flavor between honey and pure needy arousal urged my brain to stop, and my body to take what was in front of me.

My blush SURGED. I felt like I was both in heaven and hell, an unimaginable world of pure lust buried in a panting, steaming boiler room. Barely stopping myself from hyperventilating from desire, I looked down, hands fidgeting in my lap, “You just happy to see me, or…” I tried to inject humor into the air so Rimuru wouldn’t notice how desperately I wanted him to mate me into the poor, innocent futon. My voice tapered off as I heard him move. He kneeled again in front of me, his pale knees entering my vision and his erection bounced in my peripherals.

My breath hitched as he spoke, “Robin, please lie down,” his voice eerily smooth and silky. I looked up and locked our gazes together, his cheeks glowing a mix of pink and red, gentle puffs of steam crawling from his mouth. A wild, dangerous look held his eyes. Unable to speak, much less draw argument, I simply nodded and followed his order. My back grew flush with the soft futon beneath me, feeling embarrassed from effectively displaying myself to Rimuru, I turned my head to the side. My left hand played idly with the fabric by my legs and my right hovered on the skin over my heart, making me feel like an open book as I felt it rocketing away inside my chest. As I laid there unmoving, I heard the Rimuru move again, but felt too shy to look at him. His hand ghosted along my calves making me twitch and release a pitiful moan as I felt his lips begin to trail up from my ankles. He’d place a few tender signs of affection on one leg, then switch to the other, constantly moving forward at a snail’s pace. My left hand gripped the futon, white knuckling the cloth as if it would contain my weak voice.

As his kisses approached and past my knees, he lifted my left leg and focused his attention on my left thigh. His hand snaked up to caress mine, prompting me to release the sheets and try and hold his, but just as he reached halfway up to the center of my aching desire, he stopped, and swapped attention to the other thigh teasingly. An indignant mewl of need escaped my throat at the way he spurred me, but was silenced as his mouth met skin on my right thigh. My eyes drew closed, my right hand wandering down my body to try and meet one of his, only to be held in place by the wrist. A whine of frustrated longing left me as he once again stopped halfway up my inner thigh. The warmth his kisses imparted through my thigh highs was accentuated by little bites he’d give me. Now that he stopped however, the little pink marks burned with need, missing the attention they had gotten barely a moment before.

Moving up my body, his knees held my legs together as his member swayed callously over my womanhood. He leaned down and placed his lips at the bottom of my ribs, sucking delicately on my skin and switching spots before I ever grew too comfortable. My right hand ran through his hair, stroking a bit harder, almost tugging whenever he moved his attention to a new inch of skin. Each red mark he left, was left unfinished, still burning, still needing more. I almost tried to beg for more, but conceded to only praying for him to empart release unto me.

His lips and tongue danced precariously along the edge of my bra, evading any attempts I made to hold him at a spot for more than a moment. His teasing was accompanied by the lightest of whines, as I tried and failed to hold back pitiful squeaks of need. Suddenly, I felt a hand snake beneath my back. I arched and held myself aloft so he could do whatever he wished with me, and was rewarded by the sound of a small click. My bra loosened, I felt and heard a hot breath from him fall onto my cleavage. Wanting more than anything to have him continue, my arm moved to pull the black lace away from my skin, but was once again stopped midair. Confused, I actually turned my head down and opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the face of desire incarnate. His eyes loomed heavily on my bountiful chest, and just as I thought to question him, he continued. Hr leaned in, burying his face within my cleavage, entrapping himself in my scent, and as he lifted himself, he came with a prize. From his mouth, hung my bra. I didn’t even know how he got it off my shoulders, but wasn't left time to ponder further as his eyes focused on the uncovered treasure. For a moment, time stood still. The only sign that we were both alive being the slow, almost melodic sound of our panting breaths combined.

“R- Rimuru,” my voice broke the calm, his eyes jumped to mine, “don’t, don’t stop,” I begged so weakly, so uselessly, so lustily. In a brief, almost unnoticeable moment of his breath pausing and his eyes widening, he seemed to make a decision. One I agreed with, as he let my bra fall to the side, pulled himself up to my face and put our foreheads together for a moment. We stared into each other’s eyes, breathing each other's breaths, then his eyelids fell as our lips met. It was innocent full of love. Small, gentle, pulling. Then it escalated. Both forgoing a need to breathe, our tongues danced like sword fighters in battle. My tongue dove and elongated, wrapping his from the bottom. His stretched and coiled, reaching deep into my throat, conquering quickly and without hesitation. Wet, sloppy, sucking sounds reverberated against the walls of the small home. My legs involuntarily twitched and spasmed. My arms wrapped around his smaller body, desperately trying to pull him into me, yet failing. I reveled in feeling his slim yet muscled back with my fingers, trying to burn the feeling into my mind. Each hum and moan that we exchanged felt like ecstasy. Us, alone, with each other. I began to almost grow content with just kissing him, our tongue duel nowhere near over held enough of my attention. Too much attention in fact, as I didn’t notice him weaving his hand between us. My chest heaved in unexpected arousal, making me suck on Rimuru’s tongue like it was air. My mind bounced between fraying and frying. His hand felt liquid as he skimmed my chest, playing daintily upon my nipples. What should have been enjoyable but moderate, suddenly overwhelmed me. A combination of soft pulses and sharp shocking sensations melted what little restraint I had. Random and ruthlessly, I bucked my hips up as climax rolled through my whole body. The bites he left before seemingly lighting up with burning flames of pleasure. My wild, thoughtless bucking caused his cock to rub softly against my yearning, deprived sex. Husky, screaming mewls traveled from my throat to his as our tongues wrapped in a tight embrace.

His unused hand slowly came flush with my cheek as my pleasure dimmed and our mouths pulled apart, “I hope you’re ready for more,” an instinctual, primordial hunger permeated every syllable of his words, “because I love the sound of your voice.”

I wanted to respond, to say something, anything, but I just nodded. He grinned and lowered his head a bit. For a moment the only thing that I saw was that beautiful smooth blue hair, the light bouncing off each strand seemed to weave an image of the beautiful empty sky, flowing full waves, and the enchanting glisten of the cave where we met. Emotion ran through me as I considered how happy I am. To be here, with him, nothing could be better.

“I love you,” My voice felt a little hoarse, my throat needing rest. I considered letting the inside of my mouth heal as slime for a moment, but then that residual feeling of content fullness, the taste of Rimuru, the love I felt may disappear. I wanted to savor it.

“I love you too,” Rimuru echoed. I felt his tongue slither on my neck for the smallest moment before he bit down on my soft flesh. It should have hurt. Should have felt like agony. Instead, my whole body simmered with the bite marks from before, this one deeper, stronger, more meaningful. My body tensed, legs stretching as far as they could, back arching up into him as he pulled me into his core. My arms redoubled their grip on him, hands, fingers and nails dragging on his skin for grip, no doubt leaving scratch marks. My whole body shook as I tried and failed to vocalize my pleasure. My eyes clenched shut, mouth hung open in a silent scream as I buried my face in the blue head of hair before me. My full body quaked, stock still, then quaked again. One bite was all it took to ignite me again, light my many fuzes as every mark on my body left by him erupted in the same familiar pleasure from moments before.

My body fell limp on the bed as my second orgasm receded. Rimuru lifted from my neck and looked… almost indescribable. Tongue slowly shortening from its elongated form, the string of saliva connected to my neck never broke. As he sat up the light in the room seemed to focus on him as he stared down at me. Messy hair that fell in front of his eyes in some places, half lidded yet still excited and energized eyes that continued to flow over me like lava. The corners of his mouth were upturned, panting, lips glowing with saliva. As a whole he seemed to glow, I felt like I was basking in the glow of a warm summer's day. It must have been his magicules, but the logic of such things was the furthest from my thoughts. He was beautiful, he was mine, I was his.

Delicately, he moved down my body, becoming parallel with me again. While adjusting, he laid kisses down my belly, forming a new trail of glistening liquid going down my abs. He smiled as he let his teeth graze the muscles, taking joy in my shivering reactions. As he finished his trail, he was left hovering over my panty covered crotch. He glanced up at me to meet my eyes, as if asking for permission to continue. Although sweet, It kind of annoyed me, so I raised my free hand, grabbed a swath of hair, and forced him to continue. His hot breath bathed my deprived sex with the attention it craved, though only a fraction of the attention it really craved. I hummed with content as he began licking and kissing at my very core. My grip on his hair slowly growing weak, I lowered my hand from him to my smooth pubic area, gently caressing the skin in wistful motions. His hand adjusted my left leg to bend at the knee as teeth bit gently into the skin around my entrance through the thin fabric. His nibbling continued as he adjusted my other leg, however it never came close to my ever so sensitive opening. My circling hand tried to reach down further, stoke the warm embers that Rimuru kept warm for so long, only to, again, be held back by a grip on my wrist.

“Rimuru, please,” My voice unashamedly leaked from my lips as I begged my love, “I need more.” His eyes peaked at me over my body, examining whatever face I was making before they glinted and he went back to work. He did not hesitate now, adjusting my panties to the side with his mouth while the hand that held my wrist brought my fingers to his hair. Instantly, he began a ruthless assault on my clit. Electricity surged through every nerve. Pleasure built and built but never crescendoed. My legs squeezed together as hard as they could on his head, unprepared for such a stong feeling to overtake me. His tongue, teeth, and lips massaged my soft pleasure nub without stop. My back arched, whole body shook. His hands slid down the inside of my thighs and began to join in the process. Squeezing, pinching, pulling, his fingers worked every inch, every centimeter of skin as my moans filled the room. Both hands instead of one gripped his hair as I grinded on his face. I felt the electric feeling from the bites all over me join in as a choir, another orgasm rocking my world, eyes shut, teeth digging into my lip. My toes curled into the sheets as discharge sprayed out of my sex onto Rimuru’s face. He kept his caresses going as I rode out another orgasm, steam rushing out of my lungs with every exhale, my mind in limbo as my peripherals seemed to fray and rear different colors.

As I calmed, and my breathing slowed, I called his name again. His face lifted above my mons as he stared at me. But the once dominating, powerful look in his eyes was gone. His gaze was glassy, his breaths ragged and desperate, an unmistakable blush radiating from his cheeks that were covered in my fluids. His eyes shined like little suns as I slowly sat up, him copying me.

“Robin…” he called my name weakly as we looked at each other, gazes piercing through the eyes, staring straight into each other’s souls.

“Yes?” I responded, voice warm, slightly hoarse from all the admittedly embarrassing moaning I’d done to that point. It was then that I noticed his bouncing, visibly pulsing erection. The whole width seemingly glowing red with arousal. His hands were balled up into fists over his knees as we both sat kneeling on the now slightly wet futon. I could smell both myself and Rimuru in the air, something akin to slime pheromones. It almost made me dizzy; would have, had I not just released most of my lust on Rimuru’s face. The pleading look in his eyes, the smell, the feeling, his suddenly reserved nature, it all started to make sense. My eyes widened as he sat there, squirming, glancing between my body, my eyes, and the floor.

Taking the initiative I silently crawled on the futon towards him, taking every moment to enjoy the soft sweet look on his face, “Say it Rimuru, use your words,” I chided playfully.

He swallowed, his little Adam's apple bobbing up and down under that perfect smooth skin, “I- I want you, I want you Robin,” His voice grew resolute upon saying my name, “I need you Robin,” I stared at him in a stupor. I felt his love wash over me as we locked eyes.

I crawled forward, the soft cushioning wrinkling beneath my hands and knees as my breasts swayed slightly, drawing Rimuru’s eyes, “Then you better be ready to have me,” A wide grin on my face as I pushed him down. His cock springing about as he laid down fully before me. His hands tried to hide his obvious physical excitement, but his small hands did an unbelievably poor job at the task, “move your hands,” I commanded. He obliged without hesitation, hands falling to his sides and gripping the futon in anticipation and nervousness. He was so cute, so beautiful, laying there, ready to be taken by me for all he truly is. My right hand found itself at the base of his shaft, feeling the way his hard cock pulsed every second with a steady heartbeat. My left hand pulled some loose strands of golden hair from my face, as I lowered and kissed his tip. He flinched at the sensation, eyes shutting, arms and legs clenching at the first direct feelings of pleasure so far. I wanted to spoil him. The way he tried to hide his hums of need was so adorable. My breasts grazed his legs as I licked fresh pre away from the hot red tip of his dick. He continued squirming beautifully beneath me, but it was time for me to reciprocate the love he showed me. My tongue slid over his glans, running up, down, and around the tip of his penis, flicking up every few moments to collect the fresh pre that accumulated from his urethra. His hips tried to thrust into the air, but my hand at the base of his erection held him down, domineering over him as he whimpered in growing need. I giggled slightly at his flustered state, it felt good making him feel good. I let some magicule enhanced saliva drip from my mouth and tongue onto his shaft, my left hand rubbing it into his skin.

His eyes jerked open and he desperately tried to thrust into the ring made by my fingers, “Robin! Ah~ Please!” He begged as his red glans and pale pink shaft began to actually glow from my magicules. I had to lick my lips free of drool from the succulent display he was making.

“Shhh~,” I slid my cheek down his bulging shaft and bit the area around the base of his cock lightly, “be patient, love,” my right hand massaged and pulled at his soft flesh. Little bite marks formed all around his base as I continued to freely decorate his groin with my saliva. His hands held a white knuckled grip on the fabric of the futon. Random, failed thrusts were followed by whining mewls of evident frustration. I watched gleefully as the texture on his hips rippled from peachy skin to slime as he struggled to maintain himself. His whole crotch glowed from my magicules, and as much as I wanted to envelope his hard fuck stick with my greedy mouth, he was getting too desperate for a mere replacement. Pushing myself up, I sat just below his dick as he mumbled obscenities out of the pleasure he was trying to contain, “Rimuru,” I called to him. He opened his teary, adorable puppy eyes and looked at me with such longing, such need, it was hard to not assign myself to deal with his every need. It took a moment, but his brain finally caught up with the fact that my entrance was so close to his dick. My slick sex hovering, invisible just behind his, “I love you,” My voice almost broke with how much emotion was imparted in it. He looked at me wide eyed as I raised myself a bit more and grabbed his cock with a free hand. Desperately trying to find release for the both of us, I rubbed his tip alone the entirety of my sex. The overwhelming aroma of need began to emanate from our bodies, the air changing hue almost constantly. A battle between golden and blue slime, along with pure magicules. The combination of our juices formed a viscous lubricant that glowed and shined as I rubbed us together. It felt so nice, the feeling his body imparted to mine without even being fully connected, but I wanted more, and Rimuru was barely holding himself back from releasing those adorable little sounds that I oh so relished. Taking in a deep breath I lowered myself onto his rod. My eyes teared up as I felt myself get impaled, his thick cock eviscerating my hymen as I moaned and screamed in pleasure. Rimuru couldn’t hold himself back anymore, his hands jumped instantly to my hips and he pushed me down the rest of the way. His eyes fluttered open and closed repeatedly as a moan like gasp escaped his lips. Both of us were unable to move as we adjusted to the new sensation. I could feel an exchange of magicules from our juices inside me. Oh god. He was inside me. It was indescribable. The way his flared gland pulled and dragged on my insides as I clenched. My walls were slick, but I felt every vein, bump, and twitch that permeated his dick. My hands held greedily onto his chest for support, as I tried to catch my panting breath. The air between us, a thick steam, glowing with magicule sparkles from the moisture our breaths created. Eventually both of our breathing slowed, Rimuru gazed up at me with those wet eyes. I glanced down, and felt a little embarrassed about my exposed chest, though it was far too late to feel embarrassed about.

“Robin,” Rimuru captured my attention and my eyes, “lean down please,” he asked. I reacted with a single nod, the golden hair I tucked behind my ear becoming loose again. As I leaned down, Rimuru pulled himself up a bit. Then just as I was about to kiss him, he thrusted into me. My entire being quivered. My arms relocated to the bedding behind him to support us as he repositioned his hands on my ass. It felt my cheeks flush harder as he raised me, and plunged deeper into me with a solid thrust. His head angled down, leaving my lips on his hair as I felt him push me back a little bit. I would have complained about the weird angle, had he not interrupted my with another thrust. He angled me further back until I had to hold on to his back as he began to stand up.

“Wait, Rimuru, what are-,” I was cut short as he lifted me to the tip of his dick, and dropped me full force, back to the base. I could barely keep enough focus to breathe, let alone talk. What was left of my sentence came out as a mumbled, jumbled moan. My legs wrapped around his waist as the only thing keeping me upright was his strength. Slowly he walked forward, every step bouncing me in place on his dick, until I felt my back come against the cool surface of a wall. My legs stayed wrapped around him as I felt him pin me, and slowly, plow me into the wall. Due to my current increased height, I couldn’t even see his face as he grunted and buried his face in my cleavage. With my arms moving up to wrap his shoulders and head close into my bosom, I failed at holding back any moans that his slow, deep thrusts elicited from me. Each excruciatingly slow thrust, sheathed him fully inside me, only for him to agonizingly pull almost fully out, and trust again. It was so slow, too slow. As heavenly as it felt, each slow retreating drag made me frustrated. Unlocking my legs behind him, I quickly lowered them to the floor, the movement of muscles and flesh causing both of us to hiss in pleasure. Acting as quickly as my foggy mind and pleasure would allow, I kept Rimuru hilted in me as I lowered us back to the floor. Though my hanging chest obscured him somewhat, I could still see that shocked expression as he gazed at me with arousal. Smirking, I adjusted my legs, placing my feet on his forearms to stop him from trying to resist. My blush was mirrored by him as I did all this without ever releasing him from my sex. My bare hand planted into the bare floor. I glanced back at the futon, then back at my partner. Wordlessly, I stretched one arm to take hold of, and pulled the futon beneath us. It was a little precarious and funny, but I restrained my laughter in favor of preserving the atmosphere between us. The futon only rested beneath Rimuru up to his ribs, the most important thing was to have it beneath our mess. Readjusting again, my feet on his forearms, my hands planted firmly behind me in the futon, and Rimuru still inside me, I began to rise. I watched as Rimuru’s head fell back from my slow ascent up his manhood. With a smirk, I plunged myself down, impaling myself again on his molten hot cock. I shivered in delight as Rimuru moaned from the sudden pleasure. I began to rapidly, wildly bounce and jackhammer myself on his cock, watching his reactions with joy as I felt whole. Drool dripped from my wide grin as I strained not to give in to the need to moan, and Rimuru began to thrust in time with my bouncing. Glancing down at where we were connected, I felt satisfied, fulfilled, watching my stomach bulge lewdly from the thick protrusion inside me. The sound of skin meeting skin, both dampened and loudened by how drenched we were in each other's fluids. A few more thrusts and I felt myself approaching orgasm. My teeth dug harshly into my lip, as I accelerated on on top of Rimuru. Suddenly, I felt his fuck rod spasm inside me, coensided by a moan coming from his pretty little mouth. A thick, lusty feeling began to fill me as I continued riding, desperately trying to reach my own orgasm. However, Rimuru managed to overpower me, completely overturning the situation. My back fell onto the soft futon, legs high in the air as I began to climax. Loud slapping reverberated throughout the small home, Rimuru pushed my legs next to my head, forcing me into a mating press.

“Robin! Fuck!” He all but yelled into my ear before biting down on my neck again. Every single little smoldering red mark burned like hot magma as I moaned listlessly into the hot steamy air. All I could do was hold him close as he continued to pound me into oblivion. My sopping wet sex released another cascade onto the futon, marking it with both of our lust as his overwhelmingly hot cum spewed out of me from overfilling. I shivered in jaw clenching, unspeakable pleasure. The way he stayed hilted in me doing nothing to stop the uncontainable backflow of cum. I felt it drip and ooze over my vulva, as it covered my entire sex from the strained position we were in. White sperm dripped onto and past my clitoris, bathing me in Rimuru’s essence. The air was thick, hard to breath, permeated fully with magicules as I felt my stomach swell slightly from fullness. I panted heavily for several minutes, unable to do anything other than bask in the everlong glow of an overstimulating orgasm. My vision was cloudy and dim, blinking rapidly did nothing to fix the connection to my mind as I began to succumb to the pleasing soreness of sex. I was prepared to fall asleep right then and there, apart from the fact that Rimuru was still holding both of my calves up to the sides of my head, and was still pumping fresh cum into me. It felt divine, being coiled up like this with him on the floor. As I Tried to unhook my legs from Rimuru’s forceful hold, I accidentally triggered another orgasm to rock through me. A tired, satisfied moan brushed passed my lips as my left, then right leg settled peacefully behind Rimuru. A sigh escaped me as I just layed there, covered in afterglow, literally glowing. When Rimuru finally chose to unhilt himself from me, I whimpered and gasped as he tried and failed. My tired arms clamped on his back as strong as I could muster. I wanted to hold him, didn’t want him to leave me, even if it was only for a second.

“No, stay,” I asked. My arms remained locked on his back as he pulled over the blanket to cover us. As the new layer of cloth protection covered us, we ruminated in the warmth left by our love, ignoring the oddly sweet smell our juices and liquids gave off as we cuddled, still joined together.

“I love you, Robin.”

“I love you more, Rimuru,” I giggled. He responded with a low, tired grunt and kissed my long ear as we were both lulled to sleep by each other’s warmth.

Part 4: Baby? | Robin

I woke up to find Rimuru sitting on the edge of our fixxed bedding, holding something in his lap. As I moved closer to see, I was greeted by the sight of a small blue and gold slime resting there. Confused, I tapped him on the shoulder. "Where'd you get that?" I asked curiously.

Rimuru stared absently at the slime for a moment before snapping out of his daze. "Uh... it crawled out of you when I woke up... what do we do with it?" he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"That thing was inside of me? What is it, our kid?" I joked, expecting a laugh, but Rimuru turned to me with a complex expression, a blend of happiness and confusion that eventually settled into understanding.

"It may not have a human consciousness like us... but yes... I think it is our kid," he said softly, bouncing the slime gently in his lap. The little creature jiggled in an almost gleeful way, as if it were laughing, filling the room with a strange yet heartwarming sense of family.

"...I would die for this thing," I whispered, picking it up and marveling at its intricate blend of Rimuru's and my own slime, swirling together in a mesmerizing dance. Lost in the beauty of the little creature, I barely noticed when it hopped out of my hands and settled on top of my head, its cool, squishy body providing a perfect stress reliever.

A sudden thought jolted me back to reality. "Wait, if it really is our kid, then how'd it come out so quickly? I thought pregnancies lasted nine months."

Rimuru shrugged, still trying to make sense of what had just transpired. "We aren't human anymore. It's safe to assume slimes give birth very quickly if the reproduction is successful," he said, pondering the situation. "What do we do with it?"

"How about we give it a name and then build it a little enclosure so it can't get itself into danger?" I suggested, my mind already racing with possibilities. "We can figure out the rest later."

"Sound plan. What do we name it though?" Rimuru asked, examining the slime once more. "It's gotta be unisex because I don't think it has a gender."

"...Goober?" I suggested, lacking creativity.

"Sure, that sounds good," Rimuru agreed.

"Okay then, little slime, your name is Goober," I announced with a smile. Suddenly, the slime began to morph and change, adopting all the colors of the rainbow before swirling back into its whirlpool of gold and blue slime. "...That was kind of beautiful."

Goober bounced into my arms, and I held them tightly, feeling the smooth, slick surface of its slime beneath my hand. Using some of my own slime, I constructed a temporary enclosure out of wood from the floorboards, leaving the soft dirt underneath exposed. Then, with a flick of my wrist and the power of my magicules, I replaced the wood with more durable material, creating a sturdy structure for Goober.

Once the enclosure was set, I gently set Goober on the ground, watching as they bounced around happily. While Goober explored their new surroundings, I got to work on crafting a more permanent enclosure. Manipulating the sand in the ground, I vibrated it at high speeds, causing it to melt into a perfectly clear glass. Absorbing the glass into my slime, I began mass producing it, creating panes of glass on the ground and forming them into a terrarium that took up half the house. I even installed a door for easy access, allowing us to put Goober in and out of the enclosure with ease.

"Hmm... I think I want something soft on the bottom," I mused aloud, pondering what would be comfortable for Goober to lay on. Then, a spark of inspiration struck, and I snapped my fingers with an idea. Using my magic, I created a direwolf fur carpet on the ground of the terrarium and placed Goober inside.

"You like it, Goob?" I asked my slimy child, watching as they rolled around and bounced on the fur, patting it down in some areas before settling down, seeming to be going to sleep. Satisfied with their reaction, I cleaned up the mess of the temporary enclosure and lay down in the terrarium, holding Goober close to my chest.

Throughout it all, Rimuru had been sitting on the edge of the bed, silently observing my work.

"Good job, Robin. I think it's really happy in there," Rimuru remarked with a smile, expressing his satisfaction with our efforts.

I paused for a moment, pondering the best way to address Goober. "I think we should use pronouns for him. Calling him an 'it' feels strange. How about we refer to him using male pronouns for now? If we ever realize we're wrong, we can always change back," I suggested.

Rimuru nodded in agreement. "You know, I was thinking the same thing. So little Goober is a boy until we figure out otherwise. But I don't think that will happen," he replied with a chuckle, before joining us in the terrarium and wrapping his arms around me and our son. Suddenly, his expression changed.

"That panther guy! I totally forgot he's back in the town hall. We have to confront him about why he attacked," Rimuru exclaimed, hastily putting on his clothes and rushing out of the house, leaving me alone with Goober.

I smiled, gently stroking Goober's smooth and cold slime as I held him close to my chest. "Don't worry, little Goober. Daddy will be back later," I assured him, pressing a kiss to his gel-like surface. "I love you so much, my little baby," I whispered, cherishing the precious moment with the tiny slime nestled against me. Despite being barely bigger than my head, I could already feel the warmth of his contentment radiating from him.

Deciding to let Goober rest peacefully, I reluctantly left him in the terrarium and made my way to the town hall to check if Rimuru was still speaking with Phobio. However, my path was blocked by Benimaru.

"Sorry, Lady Robin, but Lord Rimuru says you are not allowed to join the meeting. He's concerned you might distract him," Benimaru informed me firmly, standing his ground.

I frowned and took a step towards Benimaru, causing him to flinch backwards and bump into the door, creating a slight bang. "Is there a problem, Benimaru?" Rimuru asks from behind the door.

"Nothing, sir, it's just Lady Robin," Benimaru replied.

Rimuru sighed audibly. "Robin, please go train or something. You know how you act whenever something serious is happening," he instructed through the door, his tone firm but not unkind.

I groaned in frustration. "FIIIINE," I grumbled, reluctantly agreeing to Rimuru's request before storming out of the room. As I left, I kicked a nearby bench across the hall in annoyance, watching as it lodged itself halfway through the wall.

Once outside, I spotted Gobuta lying on the ground with a welt on his forehead, knocked out cold by the bench that had hit him. "Wonder who could've done that," I mused aloud, feigning innocence as I continued whistling and strolling away.

Suddenly, the name "Soulz" echoed in my mind once again. Who the hell could it be? I pondered, feeling a pang of confusion. I thought he was my brother, but with my memory so fragmented, I couldn't be certain anymore. Sighing to myself, I continued walking, racking my brain to recall their face, but coming up empty-handed.

I looked up, feeling a sudden onset of a splitting headache. As I closed my eyes, a vivid image formed in my mind—a face with silver hair, purple eyes, pale skin, and a mischievous grin. Each word spoken by this mysterious figure caused excruciating pain to shoot through my veins.

"Hello, dear brother, or is it sister now?" the voice echoed in my mind, accompanied by a chuckle. "Doesn't matter. Anyway, why don't you come to me in the western continent? Or perhaps I'll send some more strong opponents your way and really mess you up, just like last time."

With a final taunting laugh, the presence exited my mind, leaving behind only a faint echo of its laughter. Overwhelmed by the encounter, I doubled over and vomited, expelling a few gallons of slime that stung my throat before crawling back onto my body.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with shock as I struggled to regain my footing. A faint ringing in my ears drowned out the sounds around me, and I looked up to see a storm brewing in the sky. Determined to find solace, I trudged forward, taking shaky breaths as I made my way to Veldora’s cave, seeking shelter from the impending rain and hoping for a moment of solitude to gather my thoughts.

Entering the area saturated with magicules, I began absorbing all the energy in the air, driven by an intense need to become stronger. I felt my body expanding, both in size and power, as I absorbed the lingering essence of Veldora and the energy of the deceased monsters around me— even their souls. With each surge of energy, I felt myself transforming, evolving into a new being. Though I had not yet reached the status of an awakened demon lord, I could sense that I was getting closer, so very close.

"I'll kill that fucker for even thinking he can mess with my Rimuru," I muttered to myself, my voice dripping with determination as power coursed through my veins, invigorating me.

With the absorption of the energy complete, leaving just enough for the hipokute herbs to thrive, I felt a surge of resolve. "I don't give a shit about what he was to me. He's not going to survive what I will do to him."

As I moved towards the exit, ready to enact my vengeance, a nagging feeling tugged at my senses, pulling me deeper into the cave. It was a sensation akin to the presence of the mutants from earlier, but somehow more potent. Following this instinct, I navigated the maze of caverns until I stumbled upon a terrifying sight-a monstrous amalgamation of creatures. It had the head and neck of a tempest serpent, the body of an armorsaurus, the legs of a giant spider, and the wings of a giant bat.

I hid behind an outcropping of rock, my heart pounding with fear and curiosity as I observed the monstrous creature before me. What the fuck is this thing, and why is it so powerful? I wondered, recalling that I had sensed its presence near the entrance of the massive cave. Determined to eliminate this threat before it could reach Tempest, I crept closer, trying to catch it off guard.

With a swift motion, I lunged forward and attempted to sever its head with a single powerful swipe. As the creature's head fell to the ground, I let out a breath of relief. "That was easier than I thought," I muttered to myself, turning to walk away. But my relief was short-lived as a thunderous stomp echoed through the cave, causing me to freeze in horror. I watched in disbelief as the creature began to stand back up, its movements filled with an eerie determination.

I watched in horror as the stump of the creature's head began pulsating, blood pouring from the wound before my eyes widened in shock as two new heads shot out, hissing menacingly at me. "The fuck is this thing?" I shouted into the abyss of the cave, my voice echoing off the walls.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I leaped over the creature's head and drove my scythe into its back, aiming for its vitals. But to my dismay, my blade shattered against its armored carapace, leaving me vulnerable.

With lightning reflexes, I sprang backward just in time to avoid being bitten in half by its giant snake fangs.

Determined not to let this abomination best me, I launched myself forward again, summoning a new scythe into my hand. With swift and precise movements, I sliced off all its legs and then chopped off its two heads. In a final act of desperation, I unleashed a blast of fire, burning the creature to a crisp and cauterizing its wounds in the hopes of preventing it from regenerating.

As the creature lay motionless on the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that it no longer posed a threat.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I sighed in relief and absorbed everything into my slime, taking in its magicules. However, my elation was short-lived as I realized the only skill I had acquired was a useless one. "Notice: the individual Robin Tempest has acquired the extra skill: Chimera," echoed in my mind, a reminder of my disappointment.

Cracking my back, I dissolved my scythe back into my body and surveyed the open cavern. It was spacious and pleasantly cool, providing a perfect setting for relaxation or perhaps some fun activities with Rimuru. The thought brought a giggle to my lips as I imagined the possibilities.

After taking in the residual energy from the slain monster, I made my way back to the surface, feeling stronger than ever before. With determination in my heart, I looked forward to whatever challenges awaited me, knowing that I was prepared to face them head-on.

Part 5: Home | Robin

I get into my home and fall face first onto Goober, hugging him close to my face. “Hey Goober… I'm back…” I say, then open my eyes to see that he's shifted colors, now a shiny silver with small golden and blue flecks swirling around inside. “Uh… Goober? Is that you?” I ask, and he jiggles around happily in response. “Hehe, yeah, that's you. What happened, buddy?” I ask, knowing I'm not going to get an answer from my little blobby baby.

I sigh and press my face into the slime, giving him a big kiss before standing up and taking him with me onto the bed. I lay down with my slimy son, hugging him to my chest. “Daddy should be home soon… I hope he doesn't mind that I got taller,” I say as I cuddle Goober close. He jiggles, and two small slime appendages grab at my face gently, causing me to giggle. “You're such an adorable little Goober. I love you.”

He jiggles around a bit, then the door creaks open and Rimuru comes in, freezing as he sees me. “Stand up,” he says, to which I stand to my full height, now towering over him by at least a foot. “How… stop getting taller than me!” he whines and pouts at me, looking utterly adorable.

I poke his nose teasingly, eliciting a playful swat from him, before I deposit Goober into his terrarium, ensuring he's safely tucked away and comfortable. Closing the curtains, I can't help but wonder if Goober can even perceive the world beyond his translucent enclosure.

"Why don't you do something about it~?" I tease, a mischievous smirk dancing on my lips as I challenge him.

"Oh, you're right. I should just eat you~" he responds, his voice laced with feigned menace as he dramatically widens his mouth, as if preparing to devour me whole like he does with his enemies. But instead, he surprises me with a tender kiss on the lips, leaving me momentarily frozen in place. His ensuing giggle breaks the spell, and I can't help but join in. "You totally thought I was serious, didn't you! Weirdo," he teases, his tone lightening. "I'm not gonna eat my own girlfriend... unless you betray me," he adds with a hint of seriousness, injecting a subtle thrill into the air.

I meet his gaze with a mixture of mild fear and undeniable arousal, my heart racing at the playful tension between us. "How are you so hot when you threaten me?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper, the desire for him growing with each passing moment.

He leans in closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he savors the effect he's having on me. "You're a real weirdo, aren't you? Maybe I should do something about you. Maybe I should pin you down and fuck you till you see stars~, again~" he suggests, his voice dripping with seduction, before pulling away with a chuckle, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

As he pulls away, leaving my face with a faint blush, I can't help but pout. "You're such a tease. Maybe I want you to use me and make me yours," I grumble, feeling a mix of frustration and desire.

"Maybe we can do it again after the next big fight we have, because there's sure to be more like the orc lord in the future," he says teasingly, his words laced with playful anticipation.

"Yeah, we'll see. I bet you'll whimper and call me mommy," I grumble to myself, my impatience growing as l long for his touch now rather than later. "For now, how about you get over here and cuddle me, you dingus," I say, trying to mask my frustration with affection. Despite his teasing, I still adore him deeply.

His smirk softens into a warm smile as he joins me on the bed, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. My larger frame nearly engulfs him completely, but he seems content. "Huh... maybe you being bigger isn't all that bad," he muses, finding comfort in the warmth of my embrace.

I sigh contentedly, kissing the top of his head and gently stroking his hair as we settle into each other's arms. As sleep begins to claim me, l embrace my role as his human blanket, relishing in the closeness and love we share.

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Chapter 11: Humans

(authors note: no sex this chapter, it'll come in with the next one ;) PS: I know the timeline is wack)

Part 1: Hot Springs. Robin

Waking to the gentle warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window, I find myself enveloped in Rimuru's comforting embrace, his rhythmic breathing lulling me back to consciousness. With a tender smile, I press a soft kiss to his cheek before extricating myself from his arms, the sensation of his warmth lingering as I rise to start the day.

As I make my way through our humble abode, a sense of anticipation prickles at my senses, a subtle shift in the air heralding the arrival of Shizu's companions. Stepping outside, I'm greeted by the bustling activity of our town, the familiar faces of Yohm and his party drawing my attention.

Approaching the trio with a sense of pride swelling within me, I sidle up beside them, a confident stance belying the excitement thrumming beneath the surface. "Welcome back, guys," I greet them warmly, my hands planted firmly on my hips as I survey their weary but determined visages, a testament to the progress we've made since their last visit.

Gobuta, ever the efficient aide, scurries off with a giant spider in tow, destined for Shuna's culinary expertise. With a silent exchange of thoughts, I entrust him with the task of attending to Yohm and his companions, a gesture of implicit trust in his capabilities.

"Robin? Is that really you?" Eren's voice cuts through the air, his eyes scanning me with a mix of surprise and admiration.

"Looking sharp, Robin," Kaval chimes in, his gaze appraising as he takes in my appearance.

Before the conversation can veer off course, Guido interjects, a hint of impatience tinging his tone. "Let's stay focused, shall we? We're here for a reason."

Arching an eyebrow in feigned curiosity, I redirect the conversation. "So, what brings you to our humble abode?" I inquire, masking my amusement beneath a façade of mild interest.

Guido sighs, the weight of their purpose evident in his expression. "We've come to seek audience with Rimuru," he explains, his gaze flickering to me briefly.

"And what about me?" I interject playfully, delivering a light punch to his chest. "Rimuru might be catching some extra Z's. How about I get you settled in? The hot springs are calling after your journey."

Fuze's cautious gaze lingers on me, a hint of skepticism coloring his scrutiny. "So, you're a slime then?" he remarks, his curiosity piqued.

With a mischievous grin, I beckon them to follow, my form shifting effortlessly as I lead the way to the soothing embrace of the hot springs. With a graceful leap, I transform into my slime form, the anticipation palpable as I guide them towards their destination.

As they immerse themselves in the rejuvenating waters, a collective sigh of relief escapes their lips, the tension of their journey melting away with each passing moment. Drifting lazily on the surface, I turn my attention to Fuze, the tranquility of the surroundings lending a serene air to our conversation.

"So, you wished to speak with Rimuru?" I inquire, my voice carrying softly over the gentle lapping of the water.

Fuze nods, his demeanor shifting slightly as he gathers his thoughts. "Regarding the recent orc lord incident... Are we to be wary of your intentions?" he ventures cautiously, his eyes betraying a hint of apprehension.

With a reassuring smile, I extend a calming presence, the faint ripple of magicules dancing upon the water's surface. "While we may not be entirely passive, rest assured that we seek only peace. Treat us with respect, and we shall extend the same courtesy in return," I assure him, the weight of my words punctuated by the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Relieved, Fuze reclines back into the warm embrace of the water, a tentative smile gracing his features. "Thank you for clarifying," he murmurs gratefully, the tension dissipating with each passing moment.

Before our conversation can delve further, the soft sound of footsteps heralds Rimuru's arrival, a tray of steaming tea in hand. "Good morning, everyone," he greets cheerfully, his gaze alighting upon me with fondness as he joins us in the tranquil waters.

I chuckle softly, my slime form morphing into a makeshift bowl that envelops Rimuru from below. "Good morning, my little cutie," I murmur affectionately, squeezing him tightly within my slime embrace while the others watch on, their expressions a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Oh, by the way, Rimuru and I are an item," I announce gleefully, our combined forms floating serenely on the surface of the hot spring.

The collective gasp that follows echoes through the hot spring, the men's incredulous shouts drawing the attention of the women on the opposite side.

"What's all the commotion?" Erin's voice carries over the walls, her curiosity piqued by the sudden outburst.

"Seems like Rimuru and Robin are a thing!" Kaval's voice booms over the barrier, eliciting a chorus of delighted squeals from the other side.

Rimuru's slime flushes a deeper shade of blue as he addresses me, his embarrassment evident in the subtle shift of his form. "Maybe next time, break the news with a bit more finesse," he suggests sheepishly.

I shrug nonchalantly, squeezing him affectionately. "Eh, it was bound to come out eventually," I reply, my tone light-hearted despite his embarrassment.

Before the conversation can stray further, Fuze interjects, steering us back on track. "About the orc lord incident, did you two really defeat it?" he queries, his gaze flickering between Rimuru and me.

"Yeah, though I may have gotten a bit reckless," I admit sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment coloring my tone.

Rimuru interjects, his voice gentle but firm. "No, Robin played a crucial role in the battle. We should credit a human champion and highlight Tempest's support in equipping them," he suggests diplomatically, his gaze meeting Fuze's.

Fuze considers the proposal, his hand stroking his chin thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. "A mutually beneficial arrangement indeed," he concedes, a spark of enthusiasm igniting in his eyes.

"Speaking of plans, Rimuru, we can't forget about finding Shizu's students in Engracia," I remind him, playfully poking his slime form with my own.

He giggles at the gesture, clearing his throat before responding. "Right, we'll need to head to Engracia soon. Any advice?" he asks, turning to Fuze for guidance.

Fuze, unfazed by our antics, offers practical advice. "You'll need adventurer's licenses to bypass the screening at Engracia's gates. Just swing by Blumond and register with the guild. I'll ensure the test is fair for you," he assures Rimuru, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rimuru nods in understanding, mentally noting the task ahead. "Got it. I'll need some time to prepare before we depart. Oh, and let's schedule a meeting with Yohm. He might make a good champion," he suggests, his mind already racing with plans.

Fuze nods in agreement, stepping out of the hot spring to dry off and dress. "Sounds like a plan. I'll wait for you at the city hall," he declares before taking his leave.

Part 2: Meeting With Yohm. Robin

After luxuriating in the hot spring, we emerge in our human forms, stealing a private moment for a tender kiss before setting off for city hall. The brightness in our expressions reflects the unspoken bond between us as we intertwine our fingers and walk side by side. We acknowledge the citizens with warm waves as we stroll, my head resting on Rimuru's shoulder, cherishing the closeness.

As we approach the imposing white building, our demeanor shifts to one of business. Inside, before stepping into the meeting room, I steal a glance at Rimuru, unable to resist teasing him. "You're always so adorable, you know that," I whisper with a playful smile.

He blushes and protests, his attempt at denial only adding to his charm. "You're cute too!" he retorts before correcting himself, flustered. I can't help but laugh softly at his adorable antics.

"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that," I tease, sticking out my tongue before leading the way into the room.

Inside, Rimuru takes the lead, addressing Fuze and Yohm with a sense of authority. "As you know, the orc lord has been dealt with. Now, we must discuss our next steps." He proposes the idea of a human champion, backed by Tempest, to solidify our relations with humans.

I playfully interject from behind Rimuru. "You're the boss, cutie," I tease, enjoying his exasperated reaction.

Turning to the matter at hand, Rimuru queries, "Any suggestions for the role?"

Fuze hesitates, opting for caution. "Perhaps we need more time to consider."

Seizing the opportunity, I offer my suggestion. "Yohm could be a great candidate," I propose, causing him to startle in his seat at the unexpected mention of his name.

"Me?" Yohm's confusion is palpable. "But why?"

"You're a natural leader," I explain, "and with some training from Tempest, you could become even stronger. Hakuro can whip you into shape," I add with a mischievous grin.

Yohm looks bewildered by my suggestion, prompting a chuckle from Rimuru. "What's with that look?" he asks, amused by Yohm's reaction.

Rimuru bows his head respectfully. "It was an honor knowing you," he acknowledges with genuine sincerity.

I can't help but giggle at his response. "Get ready to be transformed into a whole new person. Hope you enjoy the ride," I tease, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

Hakuro materializes as if on cue, seizing Rimuru with a firm grip. "A new student, huh? Hope you're sturdy," he remarks, his tone laced with a hint of challenge, before vanishing into the shadows with Yohm in tow.

"Well, I suppose he doesn't have much of a choice. We accept," Fuze concedes with a resigned sigh. "Just make sure he survives the training."

"I can't make any promises," I quip with a smirk, taking my seat with a casual air. "Say, would it be alright if we borrow Erin and her party for a bit? We could use their guidance to Blumond for the licenses."

"Of course, they could use some gear upgrades anyway. And if that's all for the meeting, I have matters to attend to back in Blumond," Fuze replies, rising from his chair.

"Yeah, I think we're done here. Yohm will be in good hands, and their gear will be top-notch by the time you see them again. Safe travels," I bid farewell as Fuze exits the room.

Turning to Rimuru with a playful grin, I make a request. "Hey, Rimuru, can you carry me now?"

He sighs, but with a fond smile, he scoops me up as I transform into a slime. "You know I can't resist you, my dear," he murmurs, holding me close as we begin to walk, my consciousness slipping away as I drift off to sleep in his comforting embrace.

Part 3: Feast. Rimuru

With Robin nestled in my arms, I can't help but smile, running my fingers gently over her slime as we walk together. The aroma of something delicious draws my attention, and I follow my nose to find a crowd of monsters gathered around a massive spider being cooked. I locate an empty table and settle down, Robin comfortably perched on my lap. The chatter of the monsters fades into the background as I lose myself in the mesmerizing patterns within Robin's slime, resembling golden, glittering stars against the dark backdrop.

Suddenly, a plate is placed before me, breaking my trance. "Here you go, Lord Rimuru!" chirps Shion cheerfully, leaning in close with a curious glint in her eye. "What are you looking at?" she asks, leaning even closer, her ample cleavage on display.

"Just admiring Robin," I reply, struggling to maintain eye contact and hoping she'll give me some space. "You can go ahead and get your own food now," I suggest, subtly hinting for her to step back.

"Oh, alright, sir. Let me know if you need anything else," she says with a smile before retreating to get her own meal.

I sigh with relief and lean back slightly, continuing to pet Robin's slime as I watch the monsters around us enjoy their food. I take a bite of the spider meat, savoring its crab-like flavor with a creamy texture and a hint of sweetness. "This is incredible," I murmur to myself, the taste sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. A few nearby citizens chuckle softly at my reaction.

"Thank you for the compliment on my cooking, Lord Rimuru," Shuna's voice comes from behind me.

"Oh, it's always a pleasure, Shuna. Your cooking never disappoints," I reply with a grateful smile, though inwardly feeling a slight twinge of embarrassment at being observed so closely, even by my own subordinates and citizens.

As the feast stretches on longer than anticipated, a flash of blond hair catches my eye, drawing my attention to Erin. With a silent signal to Robin, I leave her at our table and make my way over to Erin, gently tugging on her sleeve to get her attention.

"Hey, Erin. Would you mind staying for a couple of days? We'd like to get you guys some new gear, and I'd appreciate your guidance to Blumond," I ask, hoping it's not too much to request.

She turns to me, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Of course, Rimuru. I'll let the others know," she assures me before heading off to join the feast.

Satisfied with her response, I return to our table, scooping up Robin and carrying her back to our house. Settling into bed, I cradle her slime gently against my chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me after the satisfying meal. As fatigue sets in, I find myself drifting off, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing patterns within Robin's slime. With a soft sigh, I embrace her closely, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

Part 4: The Morning Before Departure. Robin

As I awaken, I'm greeted by the sight of Rimuru's adorable face mere inches from mine. A surge of affection floods through me as I admire his endearing features, marveling at his charm. With a soft smile, I shift into my human form, wrapping my arms around his petite frame, relishing the feel of his soft blue hair between my fingers. His warm breath against my neck sends a shiver down my spine, filling me with warmth and contentment.

Gently pressing a kiss to his forehead, I pull him close to my chest, basking in the intimacy of the moment. "I love you," I murmur softly, my heart swelling with affection as I gaze down at him. Reluctantly slipping out of his embrace, I dress myself in a simple cloak and black attire, eager for the day ahead, hoping we'll visit the adventurers guild.

Stepping outside, I'm greeted by the serene beauty of the morning. The dew-kissed grass sparkles in the soft light, while a gentle breeze plays with my hair, and the only sounds are the chirping of birds and the rustling of trees. A sense of tranquility washes over me, bringing both a smile to my lips and a tear to my eye.

As the rest of our companions begin to stir, disrupting the peace of the morning, I find solace in the quiet moments. Seating myself on the stump where Rimuru once named all the goblins, I watch the sunrise, lost in its beauty as our friends emerge from their homes.

"Good morning, Lady Robin," Gobuta greets me as he heads towards the training grounds.

"Morning. Try not to overdo it in training," I jest, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

"Come on, you know I'm tougher than I look," he retorts, flexing his non-existent muscles with a grin before continuing on his way.

I let out a soft chuckle. "Sure thing, buddy. Break a leg," I quip, waving him off with a smile before returning my gaze to the rising sun, soaking in its warmth for a few more moments until Geld approaches.

"Hey there, Junior," I greet him with a playful nickname, a smile dancing on my lips.

"Good morning, my lady. How's your day shaping up?" he inquires, a hint of warmth in his tone.

"It's going splendidly, thanks for asking. And how are you and the other orcs faring?" I inquire, genuinely interested.

Geld straightens up with pride evident in his demeanor. "Things are progressing smoothly. Construction is going well," he replies, glowing with satisfaction.

"Good to hear. Keep up the great work," I encourage him with a bright smile.

"Will do, my lady," he responds before heading off to attend to his tasks.

Before I can fully immerse myself in the peaceful morning, I'm interrupted by a familiar red oni approaching from behind.

"Hey, Lady Robin. How's it going?" he asks with a friendly tone.

"Just gearing up to get an adventurer's license with Rimuru," I reply with a smile.

"But aren't you supposed to be human to get one of those?" he questions, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

I raise an eyebrow, feigning offense. "I look human enough, don't I?" I retort with a playful smirk.

He hesitates for a moment before responding, "Well, you do have a youthful appearance, and, uh... you're not exactly... endowed in certain areas," he explains, a touch of nervousness creeping into his tone.

I feel a twinge of annoyance at his comment. "How about you stick to calling me beautiful, and I'll stick to not ripping your head off?" I reply with a half-joking yet menacing tone, emphasizing my point.

"You know what, I think I should get going," Benimaru announces, taking a step back.

I let out an evil laugh as Benimaru starts to back away, then bursts into a sprint, disappearing around a corner. Suddenly, I yelp in surprise as Rimuru sneaks up behind me.

He looks at me with a pout. "Why did you leave the bed? I wanted to snuggle you when I woke up," he complains, forcefully lifting me up.

Blushing at his sudden boldness, I brush some hair out of my face, feeling flustered. "I wanted to, but the sun was about to rise, and I wanted to watch it," I explain, offering an excuse.

"Not buying it. You're coming with me so we can cuddle before Erin's party wakes up," he insists, carrying me back to our house and closing the door behind us, before laying on top of me on the bed.

"Y-you're being awfully forward... what's going on?" I stammer, trying to hide my flustered state.

"Good question. All I know is that I want you," he admits, softly kissing my neck.

Blushing, I try to suppress any sounds as he kisses me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, pulling him close. "Well... I want you too," I confess, hoping he'll act on his desire.

"Good," he murmurs, smiling, before kissing my cheek once more, wrapping his arms around me tightly. His face flushes bright red as he kisses along my neck and jaw, teasingly doing nothing about our clothes, yet continuing to embrace me gently as he showers me with kisses.

"You know, Rimuru, you're so adorable when you're forward with me," I tease, hoping to convey my desire for him.

"S-shut up, l'm not cute," he stammers, flustered by my words, his confidence wavering.

I sigh, holding him close against me, reveling in the scent of his soft blue hair as it brushes against my face and neck. Despite his embarrassment, he remains pressed against me, seeking comfort in our closeness.

Our moment of intimacy is interrupted by a knock on the door. As we both scramble to compose ourselves and stand up, Erin peers inside.

"Hey... um... you two ready to go yet?" she asks, sensing the awkwardness in the air.

"Yeah, just give us like 2 minutes, okay?" | reply, blushing softly, wishing I had more time alone with Rimuru to explore my desires.

"Okay, see you soon," Erin says before leaving our house.

With the door locked, I push Rimuru against the wall, unable to resist the urge to express my longing for him. "I can't wait to have you all to myself when we get back," I whisper, before kissing him deeply on the lips. I gently bite his lip before pulling back slightly, asserting my possessiveness. "You're mine," | declare, a hint of possessive desire in my voice.

"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammers, his cheeks flushing crimson. He leans in to kiss me gently on the cheek before reluctantly pulling away and heading towards the door. "You can have me once we get back from Blumond," he stammers, clearly flustered.

I can't help but giggle at his adorable reaction, reaching out to boop his nose playfully. "I'm holding you to that, cutie," I tease, planting a soft kiss on his nose before happily making my way outside.

Part 5: Road To Blumond. Robin

I step outside, my smile radiant as I approach Erin's party. "Give Rimuru a minute; I left him very flustered," I admit with a playful giggle.

"Yeah, I assumed as much," Erin responds with a sigh. "You guys are very cute together, but geez, you're way too overly lovey-dovey," she remarks bluntly.

I deflate slightly, realizing I may have been too outward with my affection. "Oh... I didn't realize it was so much of an issue," I murmur, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Don't get me wrong, it's adorable and all, but you're totally rubbing it in other people's faces," Erin explains gently, her hand resting on my head. "It's okay, though. As long as you two love each other, then who cares?"

I feel a mix of relief and remorse. "No, no, it's not okay. I'm sorry for doing that to you. It's just... I'm just so deeply in love with him that I can't help but swoon whenever I see him," I confess, my voice tinged with sincerity.

"It's okay. Just tone it down, okay, girl?" Erin reassures me.

"I'll sure try," I promise with a soft sigh.

Just then, Rimuru arrives, looking visibly happy. "Hey, guys! Are you ready to go now?" he exclaims, his smile infectious.

"Yep, we're all good. Let's head out," Erin responds, waving for him to join us. I follow suit, a smile returning to my lips as we begin our journey.

As we walk, I decide to strike up a conversation with Rimuru. "So, Rimuru, what do you want to do when we first get our adventuring license?" I ask, my gaze filled with curiosity and affection.

"I don't know, isn't it kind of just a means to an end?" Rimuru questions, his tone contemplative.

"What, no! I wanna go on an adventure and get some gold!" I exclaim, excitement evident in my voice.

"You're basically made of gold," Rimuru points out casually.

"Yeah, and? You're not gonna sell me, are you?" I tease, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Rimuru chuckles, hoping to keep the mood light. "No comment," he replies, a hint of jest in his voice.

"Sell me, and you won't have a girlfriend," I declare triumphantly, crossing my arms.

"True, true. But if I sell you, I'd also probably have a lot of gold. I could just hire a new girlfriend," Rimuru teases back, a mischievous glint in his eye.

My expression falters slightly, a hint of concern creeping in. "You'd better be joking," I say, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course I'm joking. I wouldn't sell you for the world," Rimuru reassures me, chuckling at my reaction.

I pout playfully. "You're lucky you're so cute," I tease.

"I-I'm not cute! Shut up about that!" Rimuru protests, his cheeks flushing as he hides his face in his shirt, flustered by the compliment.

Giggling, I pat his head affectionately before we continue walking. Eventually, we reach the edge of Blumond. Rimuru dons his mask, and I conceal my aura as we approach the receptionist desk. I can't help but giggle as Rimuru struggles to see over the counter, prompting me to lift him up so he can reach.

"Th-thank you, Robin," Rimuru stammers, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. He then grabs an application form and begins filling it out, his focus on the task at hand.

The receptionist giggles softly. “Looks like we have a Shizu fan here. Aren't you a little young to be an adventurer, little girl?” she asks, amusement evident in her voice.

Rimuru shakes his head. “Nope, and I want to take the test today, please.” He clicks the pen to close it and hands her the sheet with determination.

"I'm applying too!" I chime in, grabbing an application and swiftly starting to fill it out. I decide to omit most of my skills, only listing my proficiency in armor manipulation, as it's the most relevant for the test.

The receptionist raises an eyebrow. “Are you her sister?”

"Sure am, miss," I reply, trying to play it off as casually as possible, hoping to divert any suspicions about our relationship.

"Well, isn't that just swell," she comments in a caring and slightly motherly tone. "I think you'll have to start at the lowest rank, though, little girls."

Rimuru interjects confidently. “Nope, we're very strong. Give us the test to rank up. We want to determine our strength.”

The receptionist looks skeptical. “Hmm, are you sure you can handle it?”

“We're both much stronger than we look, ma'am. Trust us,” I assure her, echoing Rimuru's confidence.

"Yeah, I'm totally swole!" Rimuru adds with a grin, attempting to flex his non-existent muscles.

"Sis, no... Just no," I sigh, shaking my head in embarrassment.

The receptionist nods, considering our words. “I'll go get the proctor for the test. Just wait right here, please,” she says before heading off to find him.

I take a seat, adjusting my clothing to ensure I look presentable. As usual, I don the reaper outfit, feeling a surge of confidence in my appearance. With my scythe strapped securely to my back, I can't help but feel like the epitome of coolness. However, my thoughts are interrupted when the test proctor emerges, hobbling along on a peg leg. I can't recall encountering him in the anime, which piques my curiosity.

"Hello," he greets us, glancing at our applications. "Robin and Mr. Rimuru, I'll be conducting your test today. Head to the training ground, and I'll assess your skills. Be prepared for a challenge," he adds nonchalantly, showing little reaction to our unconventional appearance.

I exchange a shrug with Rimuru before leading the way to the training ground. As I step onto the field, the proctor wastes no time initiating the test. "First up, hound dog," he commands.

With practiced ease, I swiftly dispatch the creature, demonstrating my proficiency without breaking a sweat. The proctor's expression remains impassive as he moves on to the next challenge. "Dark goblin," he calls out.

Before the creature can even take a single step, I eliminate it effortlessly, maintaining my focus and composure. Despite my flawless performance, the proctor's frustration becomes palpable as he summons a lesser demon in a fit of rage.

My eyes widen slightly as I dodge and roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding the demon's swooping attack. With quick reflexes, I slash upward, aiming to strike the creature, but my blow misses its mark, leaving me momentarily puzzled by the unexpected turn of events.

Reacting instinctively, I coat my scythe in my aura, channeling additional power into my weapon. To my surprise, the enhanced strike effortlessly slices the demon in half, its blood dripping off my blade.

I instinctively take a drop of the demon's blood, hoping to absorb its powers, before turning back to the proctor, who looks utterly mortified. Meanwhile, Fuze stands nearby, glaring daggers at the man.

"Um, did I pass?" | inquire tentatively, though Fuze's grumbling response leaves me uncertain.

"Sure, you did, Robin," Fuze finally responds, his tone strained. "Let's discuss this inside."

"Of course, sir," I reply promptly, gesturing for Rimuru to follow as we head indoors to address the aftermath of the unexpected outcome.

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Chapter 10: I Want My Rimuru

New skills:

Sand Manupulation: Allows the user to manipulate sands structure and motion to a precise degree.

Corpse Manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate any part of a dead body, for example spilled blood, bone/teeth fragments, or any dead bodies around.

Part 1: Training Start

Crack “You'll have to speed up if you're gonna dodge my punches!” Middray shouts as I stumble to the ground.

“C-can you hold back a bit more?” I ask, still reeling from the previous blow to my skull. “It's been two weeks since I became a demon lord and I'm still adjusting to your level of strength.”

He stares down at me in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m already holding back quite a bit, if you can't handle me now then you'll never be a true demon lord.” He says with an oblivious look on his face.

“Of course you are.” I sigh in exasperation. “So milim went over to see my…” I freeze, then my head drops in sadness. “To see the slime in Tempest.” I correct myself, and then I catch his fist without looking up, surprising both of us. “W-wait did I just do that?!” I exclaim.

“Good job?” He says in confusion. “How did you get the strength for that? Also yeah she went off to see your ex.” He adds quite rudely.

I look to the sky for a moment. “I was being negative, maybe that’s the secret to getting much stronger in my case.” I say to myself then let go of his fist as my sadness dies down and I feel pride. “I can use this.” I say with a grin and turn to him. “Let's resume.”

“If you say so.” Middray says looking proud of my progress. “Nice job though, how about we get serious.”

My eyes widen. “Oh shit!” I block his incoming strike with my forearm causing a sound of splashing water as my arm is reduced to its base slime state and falls off. “Motherf-ahhhh!!” shout in pain as I regenerate it then reinforce my whole body with armor and enter a state of rage. “You piece of shit!” I yell as I deliver a flurry of punches incorporating blades made from my armor into the mix but I still end up barely scratching him which just makes me more enraged.

“You know, rage can be a weapon but if used incorrectly it can also be a flaw.” He says as he catches my punch and breaks my armor along with crushing my hand into slime, then punches me in the chest shattering my armor and blowing a massive hole in my chest which I regenerate while wincing in pain.

“G-goddamnit, would you tone it down a bit?” I ask angrily before getting punched in my face causing me to spit out some slime.

“Would an enemy hold back just because you want them to?” He says before kicking me square in the face with the heel of his shoe causing me to fly back and slam into a tree.

I stand up shakily. “Ow ow ow ow ow.” I say as I heal my cuts and bruises. “I guess not, but at this point, you're just kicking a wounded puppy, that's the difference in our strength.” I exclaim, pissed off at him and I punch him even more enraged, causing me to break the threshold of his power and send him flying back into a pillar. “Oh, guess I was wrong.” I say as I fly forward and punch him right in the chest causing him to cough up blood.

“I yield!” He shouts and I relent.

I hand him a healing potion and he chugs it down. “You know, I may have been really angry with you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't learn something.” I say gratefully then hold out my hand to help him up. “Thank you, Middray.”

He takes my hand and stands to his feet. “Well, I'm just glad I was able to help you, even if I'm not as great as Lady Milim.” He says with a smile and looks to the sky seeing a streak of pink descending down upon us, we both dodge out of the way but Milim redirects and tackles me into a crater.

“Rimuru was great, he's my bestie forestie!!” She says holding me in a hug to the ground as I groan and twitch in pain and anger slowly healing up.

“Please let go, you're crushing me.” I request softly.

Milim then sees some residual slime from my sparring session with Middray. “Is that honey?!” Milim shouts loudly and I freeze in fear before scrambling to put it back in my body.

“N-no, it was nothing.” I say frantically.

Milim was too fast and got a small bit of my slime on her finger and put it into her mouth to my dismay. “Whoa! It's so good and sweet! So much better than honey!” She shouts as I look on in terror.

“Milim… d-do you know what that was?” I ask hoping she doesn't know.

“Well not really, it's totally new, but much better and creamier than honey, it's a little bit thicker too.” She says not realizing that she's describing basically how my flesh tastes.

“Well, sorry to say but there's no more of it, it's all gone.” I say nervously hoping she doesn't realize she just ate part of me.

Milim approaches me and sees a bit of slime on my cheek and she licks it off. “It tastes so good.” She says as her lick sends me into terror but I mask it with a smile. “Too bad it's all gone.” She says with a pout.

“Yep, all gone.” I say with a bit of sweat rolling down my cheek. “Now, how about we do a little bit of resting Lady Milim.” I suggest, still a little bit terrified of her.

“Alright, Rimuru showed me this amazing thing called a hot spring, maybe we can build one here.” she says happily expecting us to build it.

“Lady Mil-”

“Of course Lady Milim! Just explain how it works and we shall build it right away.” Middray interjects completely interrupting me.

“Okay so basically it is a pond made by people with large rocks on the bottom as a floor and rocks as walls, they need to be smooth, you need to find a natural hot spring which is usually found near mountains, and route the hot water down into the small pond, and you can make walls around it and add plants to make it more relaxing.” She explains excitedly. “Oh, and there must be two of them, one for boys and one for girls because you have to get naked to be in them.” She explains further.

“I see, the dragon newts and I shall begin construction as soon as possible my lady!” He exclaims.

I watch as in just a couple hours these Dragon Newts build a whole ass hot spring exactly like Rimuru’s in under an hour. “How the hell?!” I say to myself mouth agape from this dedication to Milim. “Well, I guess there's no time like the present.” I say and almost go into the men's one but then remember that I'm supposed to be a woman and go into the ladies side. “I'll just test it out for you guys,” I say and close the door and transform into my slime form as I get into the water and relax.

The ambiance is amazing, the water is stinging at first, but after just a few moments the relaxing feeling of the waters wash over me, the stress of my training melting away as I float through the hot spring.

Suddenly I get a chill shooting through my slime and change into my human form in the bath as Milim and a few of the female Dragon newts walk in and see me and squeal at how cute I happen to look. “Oh my god you're so cute!” one of them says as she gets into the water and I realize that I'm in way way over my head and should've just gone to the men's area and stayed a slime.

“Oh no.” I squeak now getting fawned over by the women. Just think about Rimuru, just think about Rimuru, just think about Rimuru, even if we're not together anymore I gotta stay faithful to the boy.

I then hear one of them giggle and whisper. “She's so cute, but Milim is better.” making me very slightly offended that I'm second best.

“Thanks I guess, c-can we just get back to relaxing in the hot spring?” I ask nervously, blushing.

“Oh, fine, so Robin, got any boys you like?” One of them asks.

My expression darkens. “I did have a boyfriend, but I totally blew it.” I sigh. “I miss him so much.” I say now holding back tears. “I just want him back.” I say now with my face in my hands.

Everyone's expressions changes to one of guilt. “Sorry for asking.” One of them says and pats me on the back.

I step out and form clothes back onto my body and run out to the desert to cry. Ignoring their shouts to come back.

(authors note: I'm a dude so if you think my interpretation of how women act together is wrong then just keep it to yourself I'm painfully aware)

Part 2: Rimuru

I lay in the sand, wallowing in self pity and loneliness, all that occupies my mind is Rimuru, I turn into slime and sink myself down into the sand, wanting to disappear. Slowly sand starts seeping into my slime and getting absorbed into me along with ancient bones and fossils of powerful entities and my skills automatically start analyzing them.

“Notice: you've gained the extra skill (sand manipulation) and the unique skill (corpse manipulation)”

“Yeah I totally need that right now.” I say to myself sarcastically. Then hear a sound above me and the sound of Milim calling my name.

“Robiiiinnn!!! Where are yooouuuu?!!” She calls out.

“Go away!” I shout from underground.

“There you are~” She says slyly and shoves her hand into the ground. I shift into human form an instant before she grabs my hand and yanks me out of the sand.

I twist around and kick towards her face but she catches my foot easily. “I said to go away!” I shout then slip out of her grasp and run off manipulating the ancient fossils and bones of powerful beasts into walls and spikes to stop her from following me.

I keep running until I reach the Jura Forest once more, and as I look behind me I run directly into Geld. “L-Lady Robin? Where have you been? Everyone's been worried sick for you.” He says and picks me up seeing how distraught I am. “Shall I take you to Lord Rimuru?”

I nod slightly. “I would like that, I need to see him.” I say, nervous to see my Rimuru once more. I sit in Geld's arms as a slime, hidden in his grasp, scared of what might happen with my Rimuru.

We approach Rimuru’s hut and I sit still with bated breath as I see Shion talking with Rimuru as they exit his house, our eyes lock and everything falls silent, not even the birds dare to tweet, and the wind refuses to blow, time seems to stop in this one moment. “Rimuru…” I say softly, breaking this silent standoff of tension.

I hop out of Geld’s arms and into my human form, love and fear sparkling in my eyes as I reach my hand out but hesitate before Rimuru grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. Surprised, I let out a little squeak of shock but soon reciprocate the hug. “W-what does this mean?” I ask in suspense.

“It means that I’ve been thinking, and while it’s harder to trust you, I do still love you, Robin, I want you back. Please will you forgive me for trying to break it off?” He says solemnly, with a caring and tender expression.

I literally melt in his arms, a wide smile appears on my face and I lean in and give him a very goopy kiss before I wrap my slime around him lovingly too happy to solidify my body. “I forgive you, just never leave me again.” I say softly into his ear.

A shiver rolls down his spine at my words. “Y-yes ma’am!” He shouts enthusiastically and hugs me tightly.

“Good boy~” I say and stroke my hand through his hair and give him another goopy kiss before finally solidifying myself in his arms. “I love you more than anything.” I add dreamily.

Part 3: My Rimuru

I awake to a loud sound of wood creaking then breaking as Milim barges into my room. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She shouts and tries to punch me, her fist glowing pink with her energy.

“Wait Milim Stop!!” I yell and dodge but my house blows up from the force of her punch. “My house!!!” I shout and rain blows upon her with fury but she barely even moves.

“You weren't supposed to leave me, come back so I can train you some more.” She says, glaring at me with anger.

“Milim, I'm sorry, but that doesn't give you the right to wreck my whole house, also, I've trained enough, let me settle back into being with Rimuru alright.” I reply calmly trying to defuse the situation.

She seems to understand. “Sorry, it's just been so long since I've had someone who wasn't a yes man around in my domain, I kinda got attached.”

I sigh. “Next time just be more careful ok, I'll train with you later.” I say and walk out of my house annoyed that I can't sleep in it but looking on the bright side, now I have an excuse to pester Rimuru for alone time and snuggles.

I skip along to Rimuru’s house and slip under the door and hop up onto his bed and get confused as hell. Is he… Sleeping? He's not supposed to do that, is this some kind of trick? I think to myself and I lean my head onto his chest and hear a soft heartbeat. And a heartbeat, something is definitely going on here. I conclude then start snuggling up to him. “I don't care if you're different, you're still my Rimuru.” I say softly as to not wake him up as I wrap my arms and legs around him, feeling my precious boy’s warmth. “All mine~” I say and gaze at his face lovingly as he breathes softly in his sleep.

Slowly he begins stirring from his sleep, his bright golden eyes opening wide as he looks down at me as I snuggle him. “R-Robin w-what are you doing?” He stutters out completely flustered by my sudden appearance. I'll have to investigate him further later.

“Oh? Am I not allowed to snuggle my precious boyfriend while he sleeps?” I tease and give his cheek a gentle kiss as I hug him tighter.

Rimuru makes a small squeak of embarrassment but then hugs me back and as he works up the courage to kiss me back I forcefully kiss him on the lips.

“I love you.”

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i’m trying to write a hobie fic but I can’t think of anything this really hit the right timing

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Not taking any risks

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Chapter 9

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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FOXES!!!!

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Chapter 8: Impact of the Orc Lord

New skills

Unique skill: Eye of the Ancients

Allows the user x100 thought acceleration, more efficient analyses of things around them, 360-degree vision, view of their hp % and magicule %, status effect durations, as well as detect spiritual energy and concealed presences.

Unique skill: Copy Machine

A more efficient copycat can take in more at a time and requires far fewer magicules to fill in the gaps for skills.

Part 1: Our First Felled Demon Lord

After consuming his former master, Geld began evolving into a Demon Lord Seed. He was on the verge of reaching a form that could potentially defeat me. However, my comrades and I were determined to stop his army from claiming more souls.

"You were on the cusp of greatness, but it's time to bring you down a peg.” I said, slashing at him with all my might. My blade grazed his arm, leaving a deep gash. I quickly drank a few drops of his blood, hoping to gain an advantage. But before I could react, a blade was aimed directly at my forehead. Time seemed to slow down, allowing me to dodge the attack by a hair's breadth. What just happened? I knew I had thought acceleration, but he appeared almost motionless. "Notice: Through the ingestion of the Demon Lord Seed, conditions have been met. The Unique skill Magic Eyes has combined with the Extra skill Sense Spiritual Energy to create the Unique skill Eye of the Ancients, and the Unique skill Copycat has combined with the Unique skill Starved to create the Unique skill Copy Machine. Obtained Demon Lord Seed." So that's the answer.

"Well... it seems we're both Demon Lord Seeds now. But you won't win," I declared, my voice filled with determination. I unleashed a barrage of attacks, rapidly cutting him up with decay and caustic flames to prevent his regeneration. The battlefield was engulfed in a chaotic dance of destruction.

Geld retaliated with a powerful swing of his blade, aiming for my head. Before I could react, it pierced my skull, but I managed to move just in time to avoid a fatal blow, but the force of the attack sent me crashing into the ground. Pain surged through my body as I struggled to regain my footing. My mimicked skull shattered, and I felt a true sense of terror like never before. The fear threatened to consume me, but I refused to let it overpower my will to survive.

With a surge of determination, I healed my shattered skull, nursing the throbbing headache. Shaky legs carried me back onto the battlefield, where I faced Geld once again. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I prepared to unleash my next attack. But before I could make a move, a searing pain shot through me. I finally understood this was reality, not some video game or anime, he wouldn't wait for me to recover. I fell to my knee, witnessing my now severed leg, and saw him preparing for a killing blow. I roll to the left, barely dodging his blade and grounding myself with thoughts of Rimuru, I regenerate my leg and get back into the fight.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins, my eyes start glowing as I activate my eye of ancients. I remember one move that I haven't tested in combat yet. I fire multiple corrosive bullets at the Orc Disaster, blowing holes all throughout his body, and like the abomination he is, he just regenerates. “What the hell even are you?!!” I shout as I realize that he is now staving off the corrosion and flames and regenerating through them.

The orc lord grins evilly and takes a bite of something in his hand. “You can call me what you want, but you are making me stronger.”

“Y-you didn't… You couldn't have.” I say as the horror unfolds, in his hand is my disembodied leg, and he's eating it like a snack. I go to chop off his head with my scythe but it's far too late, he grabs me out of the air and takes a bite out of my shoulder. I scream at the top of my lungs, the pain wracks my body as he rips off a piece of my flesh with his teeth. I try to escape his grasp but he puts rot on me. Slowly my consciousness fades as I succumb to the pain of my injuries. In one last ditch effort, I use thought communication. “ Rimuru!! Help me!! ” I say to Rimuru then see a blinding blue streak hurtling to me and the orc lord.

"ROBIN!" Rimuru's familiar voice echoed through the battlefield as he descended from the sky, his aura radiating power. He unleashed his predator skill on the orc lord, halting my imminent demise and absorbing the orc lord. The ground trembled beneath us as the battle reached its climax. I could feel as the Orc Lord became no more, his soul disappearing as Rimuru absorbs his body. Held tries to escape but he's too far gone and fades away as Rimuru consoles him in his dying moments.

I tried to speak, but the words eluded me aswas still in a state of shock, golden slime oozed from my shoulder and side where he took big bites out of me. The fear still lingered in my mind, but the pain was all I could focus on, urging me to give up, wanting me to lose all hope. But I clung to my will to survive, my determination to see another day, and my unwavering desire to be with Rimuru.

Rimuru gently scooped up my body as I remained frozen. I didn't know what to do. If I needed air to survive, I would have suffocated by now. Crushed by my own body giving up on me. However, Rimuru's voice became my ray of hope. "Let's celebrate this victory, so you better not die on me." Confidence resonated in his voice, but there was also a hint of worry.

His words grounded me, and I managed to speak. "It'll take more than that to take me down for good." I said, trying to convince myself as much as Rimuru. "Let's have a feast, with plenty of booze. I bet we can have Kaijin and the dwarves get some for us, if they haven't already started brewing it." I attempted to distract myself from the fear and pain with humor, though it brought little results.

"I'm sure I saw them drinking some once or twice.” he chuckles. “Let's do this!" Rimuru replied with determination in his voice. The battle may have been won, but the journey was far from over. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in our unwavering resolve.

Part 2: FINALLY

The scene unfolded in the heart of revelry, a magnificent feast set before them and spirits flowing freely. Laughter danced on the breeze, an infectious symphony that echoed the joy of the festivities. Even Rimuru, known for his composed demeanor, had succumbed to the allure of the drinks, much to the amusement of the crowd.

On the outskirts, the once-hostile orcs observed, their apprehension slowly giving way to a glimmer of hope. The banquet had brought together former enemies, now united by a shared optimism for a brighter future. The pain and fear of the battle, dulled greatly by the alcohol and comradery of the moment.

Carrying the lively atmosphere, I swayed my way over to Geld One's son, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. A friendly slap on his back, and I playfully suggested, "How about a name, buddy?" I chuckle as I don't give him a second to reply. "From now on, you're Geld, You admired your father, didn't you? Either way, it's a good name for you." I say having forgotten how dreadful the battle was, was it due to the alcohol or did I suppress it, I may never know, but right now I was happy.

Geld's eyes widened in surprise, gratitude warming his expression. "Lady Robin... I don't even know what to say. Does this mean my people have a chance?"

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed, fueled by the spirit of the moment. "Just swear your loyalty to Rimuru and me, and your people will find mercy."

Geld's voice trembled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Yes, Lady Robin."

"Perfect!" I chirped, my enthusiasm unabated as I made my way back to Rimuru, who was now clearly under the influence. Giving him a playful pat on the back, I quipped, "How's it going, Rimuru?"

His response was a merry drawl, his words melting into each other. "Livin' the dream~ or somethin' like it~"

Raising an eyebrow, I couldn't help but tease, "And how much have you had to drink?"

"Only... two~" Rimuru replied, his words elongated with a playful slowness.

"Wow, lightweight!" I laughed, realizing he was in no condition to navigate his way home. "Looks like you're staying at my place tonight."

With a bit of effort, I hoisted Rimuru onto my back and set off, leading us to my house as Rimuru's house was locked and Rimuru was mysteriously asleep, however, my inebriated mind thought nothing of it. Gently settling him onto my bed, I intended to leave, but Rimuru's grip on my wrist changed the course of events.

He pulled me down, flipping our positions as he lay atop me. His voice carried a longing tone as he whispered, "Robin~ I've been waiting so long to say this... to tell you that I lo-"

Swiftly, I maneuvered, cutting him off and straddling him, and confessed my own emotions, unburdening myself of the feelings that had silently grown between us. "No~ It's my turn to speak~ I love you, Rimuru~ I've been feeling this way for a while~"

His blushing face reflected a mixture of emotions: surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief. "Robin... you mean it?" he ventured, a note of hope threading through his words.

I respond by burying my face in his chest, I sought closeness, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up with me. Great sage let Rimuru sleep as well, silently approving of me and my love for Rimuru. The lightweight sleeps under me, as I lovingly hold him tightly, hoping and praying that when I wake up he is still here as I drift off to sleep.

Part 3: Time For Payback, After Rimuru of Course

As the morning sun bathed us in its gentle, golden light, I relished the warmth of Rimuru's body pressed against mine. Our hearts danced in perfect harmony, and the world beyond our embrace faded into obscurity, leaving just the two of us in this tender moment.

Resting on Rimuru's chest, I gracefully rose to meet his affectionate gaze. A warm smile adorned my face as I drew nearer. "Good morning, Rimuru," I whispered softly, leaning in closer.

Rimuru, now free from the haze of the previous night, blushed and stuttered, "G-good morning, Robin."

With a tender smile, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Rimuru's face and murmured, "Last night was truly beautiful, wasn't it?"

Rimuru's eyes glistened with affection as he nodded, his breath quickening with emotion. "It was, Robin," he admitted, his words slightly tangled. "B-but perhaps we should s-start our d-mmph?!"

I silenced him with a loving kiss, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering embrace that solidified the love that had blossomed between us. Smiling, I say “I agree, let's start our day~”

Rimuru is too flustered for words and just nods in response. We get ready for the day, wearing similar outfits. Rimuru wore his blue coat, white fluffy scarf, black pants, and blue fur lined boots, and I wore the darker colors of a black scarf, black coat, black pants, and black fur lined boots.

“Looking good, cutie~” I say to Rimuru.

“T-thank you, R-Robin.” Rimuru replies flustered.

Wait… we never officially stated what we are. “Hey Rimuru… Are we like… together now?”

He blushes and has to think for a moment before he finally replies. “Yes, we're… together.” he says softly, too embarrassed to speak loudly.

I wrap my arms around him in a loving embrace. “Thank you, my cutie~”

He makes a quite adorable squeak of fluster and pouts. “I'm not cute, I'm a really cool and strong dude.”

“That I can pick up like a little doll and play with.”

“Ok, maybe I'm a little cute… b-but you're cuter!” he retorts while blushing.

I laugh, “Thank you, now let's set off and start our day, I have a few people to talk to.” I say in a sinister tone.

Rimuru nods and we part ways for the day. I go out to first find Soui while Rimuru goes to name the orcs.

I find Soui and Benimaru conversing over some tea. I approach in a friendly manner so as to not raise suspicions of my anger at Soui. Why am I mad at Benimaru too though? I guess Rimuru does think him to be a hot guy, so that does make him competition in a way… eh, I'll beat him up too.

“Heya, how are my Kijen doing?” I ask in a comeraderous tone, belying my hatred of them.

“We’re doing great, lady Robin, how about you?” Benimaru replies in a chipper tone.

“Well, I'm doing perfect, Rimuru and I are a thing now, so isn't that neat?” I brag. “But I was thinking, since you've gotten your names, I haven't fought either of you, so how about a little friendly spar?” I suggest with mischief painted on my face.

“Oh… uh… lady Robin, are you sure? I mean, you must be a little hungover from last night, right? Also… congrats on the relationship… I guess.” Benimaru says nervously.

I grin evilly. “Absolutely sure.”

“Ok then, but if you lose, don't get mad.” Benimaru replies.

“Oh? You think I might lose?” I laugh. “No no, I'll fight you both two on one purely because I need a quick and easy win right now.”

The Pair’s eyes widen in shock and Benimaru attempts to ask, "What are you trying to-"

But his words are interrupted as I swiftly seize both Benimaru and Soui by their collars, dragging them towards the training grounds. Their protests are muffled, and their attempts to free themselves are futile. My laughter cuts through the tension. "By the way, the loser will have the 'pleasure' of indulging in Shion’s cooking for an entire week, so give it your all, boys~" I tease, a smirk playing on my lips.

The mere mention of Shion's cooking instills a deep-seated dread in the pair. As soon as I release them onto the field, they immediately assume their battle positions. Soui mutters, "With those stakes, winning is our only option."

"We'll overcome this. Give it everything, and together, we have a chance." Benimaru states, his voice steely with renewed determination.

A playful giggle escapes my lips. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I retort, lowering my hood. The power of the Eye Of The Ancients activates, my irises radiating an intense blue. My scythe materializes in my hand. "I'm waiting." I taunt.

Benimaru draws his blade while Soui melds into the darkness. Relying on my heightened perception, I parry Benimaru's incoming strike with my scythe. Simultaneously, I swing the end of the shaft, catching Soui squarely on his face. The impact knocks him unconscious, and his body hurtles hundreds of feet, crashing into a distant tree. Seeing his comrade downed so easily, Benimaru's bravado falters. "Mercy?" he asks, hope slowly diminishing in his eyes.

I scoff, "Coward." Swiftly, I deliver a kick to his midriff, following it with a slashing motion that severs his sword arm.

Tossing him a healing potion, I remark, "Freshen up, you're a mess." Contemplating my actions, I concede, "Perhaps I did go a bit overboard. No need to suffer Shion’s dishes."

To my surprise, gratitude replaces the pain in their eyes. "We promise to train harder, Lady Robin. Next time, we'll present a true challenge!" Benimaru pledges, cradling his mended arm.

I raise an eyebrow, bemused. "Well, I look forward to it." Struggling to maintain my composure, I add, "For now, I have to check on Rimuru." Then walk to find Rimuru.

I find Rimuru engrossed in the task of naming the orcs, his expression a picture of boredom. To speed things up and perhaps to steal a few moments with him, I initiate another line, eager to assist my newfound love interest.

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