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The underground market was a pulsating mass of humanity, a writhing serpent of flesh and desire that slithered beneath the surface of the city. It was a place of shadows and secrets, where the air was thick with a range of scents sweat, perfume, arousal and the faint undercurrent of something vaguely animalistic so thick you could feel it on your skin.
Kela pushed her way through the crowd, hoping her long cloak concealed her identity. She was no stranger to the city's underbelly, but tonight, she felt out of place. Her hand rested on the pommel of her sword, a habit she couldn't break, even in this den of iniquity. She was here for one reason, and one reason alone: to find a solution to her... predicament.
A sudden burst of laughter drew her attention to a group of men huddled around a table, their eyes gleaming with lust as they watched a naked woman spread out the table pleasuring herself beneath their gaze.
Kela had heard tales and rumours about the underground market, but nothing could have prepared her for seeing it all first hand.
The debauchery was overwhelming, a symphony of flesh and desire that played out in every corner of the labyrinthine market. Her eyes darted from one scene to another, taking in the dancers gyrating on platforms, people caressing each other in dark corners, and the vendors hawking their wares be it objects, drugs or even flesh with a mixture of lewdness and charm.
Kela took a breath trying to calm herself, but the air was so thick with the scent of sex and strange aromas that seemed to excite her flesh despite herself.
She weaved her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. She was no prude, but this was different. This was raw, unfiltered excess, and it made her skin crawl. She was here for a specific reason, and she needed to focus. Her eyes scanned the stalls, each one a promise of something forbidden, something that could potentially satisfy her needs without the risk of pregnancy that would come from sleeping with a man.
As if to remind her of that fact she immediately caught sight of a pregnant girl, her belly swollen with life, her outfit barely more than a scrap of cloth.
Kela felt a shiver of unease run down her spine. It was a stark reminder of her greatest vulnerability, no matter how strong she was with a blade all it took was a man's seed to potentially change everything. She had seen it happen too many times, adventurers like her, strong, independent women, brought down by a single night of passion. Their pregnant bodies were no longer theirs but enslaved to the bastard child within, too often forcing them to give up everything they knew, even after they'd pushed it out.
It was a fate she was committed to avoiding, she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding, it was that reason that had brought her to this den of excess.
The pregnant girl was working at a stall, wiping down an array of glass vials filled with colorful liquids. Her movements were slow, and deliberate, her belly making it difficult for her to move with any grace. Kela couldn't help but wonder what her story was. She looked too young to be a mother, yet there she was, her belly round and full, her eyes downcast as she worked.
Kela suspected the girl had been a prostitute who had tempted fate too often and had gotten knocked up.
Now, she was likely working off her debt to the vendor, a common enough story in these parts. The girl's revealing outfit, seemed to confirm Kela's suspicions, her breasts seemed barely contained by the scrap of cloth around her chest. She felt a pang of sympathy for the girl, but she pushed it aside. She had her own problems to worry about.
The stall the girl was working at was unlike any other Kela had seen in the market. It was filled with strange vials of shimmering liquid, crystals that pulsed with an inner light, and even what looked like a small, writhing mass of... something, in a glass jar.
The vendor behind the stall was a woman of indeterminate age, her long black hair cascading down her back in waves, her dark eyes noticing Kela's gaze and with a smile waved her over.
She was dressed in a flowing robe that shimmered with an iridescent sheen that seemed almost out of place amongst the sea of debauchery.
Kela approached the stall, her eyes scanning the wares. She felt a strange mix of curiosity and unease. "You're new here," she said, her voice a low purr, like velvet against Kela's skin. "I don't believe I've seen you before."
Kela raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "And you are?" she asked, her voice cool and collected despite the butterflies in her stomach.
The vendor smiled a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Kela's spine. "I am Lamahi," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "And you are...?"
"Just browsing," she replied sharply, refusing to give her name, Lamahi grinned back her eyes gleaming with interest.
"Ah, then you've come to the right place" she beamed. "I specialise in items for women such as yourself," she said, her eyes flicking over what she could see of Kela's body, catching a glance of her toned figure, her short red hair, and her green eyes. "Looking for something... Subtle, something that can give you pleasure but also be easily concealed on your person?"
Kela bristled at the being read so easily, her hand tightening on the pommel of her sword.
Lamahi chuckled. "No need to be like that, my dear. I have many customers from holy knights to nobles who come craving true satisfaction without the... complications of human interaction," Lamahi said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "I can see you're a woman of action, not one to be tied down by the whims of a man."
Kela's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help but feel a spark of interest. She had come here for a reason, after all. "And what exactly do you have that can satisfy me?" she asked, her own voice barely above a whisper.
Lamahi's smile widened, and she reached under the counter, pulling out a small, clear glass jar. Inside was a clear, gelatinous substance, "I'm not interested in any drugs or ointments" Kela stated eyeing the small jar.
Lamahi chuckled, "Oh, that is what you are made to believe, my dear, it's quite the deceptive guise isn't it?"
Kela raised an eyebrow, "So what is it?" she asked, her voice laced with scepticism. Lamahi leaned in closer, her smile widening, "It's a slime and not just any slime. It's a sentient, shape-shifting being. When it's dormant, like this, it's clear and harmless. But when it's...fed... it changes." Kela's eyes widened slightly, her curiosity piqued despite herself.
"Fed what?" she asked.
Lamahi gestured for her assistant to come over. The pregnant girl shuffled next to her behind the stall, her belly preceding her like a small, round moon. She lifted her skirt just as Lamahi reached out and inserted a finger in between her legs.
Kela was taken aback as she watched Lamahi stimulate her assistant, the girl trying to maintain herself as she moaned softly behind pressed lips.
Lamahi withdrew her hand, her finger now dripping with the girl's arousal, "that will be all for now" she said dismissing her back to her tasks. The girl nodded, her cheeks flushed, and hurried away, leaving Kela feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Lamahi turned back to Kela, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You see, this slime is activated when fed female juices. She removed the lid from the jar and slowly dipped the wet finger into the fluid, the slime immediately began to change color, turning a vivid pink and starting to bubble and shift. Kela watched in awe as the slime began to take shape, forming a long, slender tentacle that writhed and pulsed in the air. It was a grotesque yet fascinating sight as it suckled on the woman's finger, and Kela couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement.
Lamahi emptied the slime onto the table, it now thick goo forming into a round blob that reminded Kela of a bread bun.
"Once awakened by female essence," Lamahi said in a hushed tone. "The slime reacts to it, and can change it's shape to satisfy any woman's desires. Throbbing cocks, long tongues, twisting tentacles. Each night promises some strange new pleasure."
Kela's cheeks flushed at the thought, she couldn't deny the spark of interest that ignited within her as she watched as the slime shifted and changed, forming different shapes and sizes at Lamahi's word.
It was both fascinating and unnerving, the idea of using a living creature for self-pleasure. Slowly she reached out a hand to touch it, the slime was warm and squishy yet firm under her fingers, throbbing with a life of its own. Kela couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like between her legs, thrusting deep inside of her. She bit her lower lip at the thought, "Impressive, isn't it?" Lamahi said, her voice breaking through Kela's thoughts.
"But it's not just about pleasure, my dear. It's about control. With this, it goes until your are satisfied and without any risks of disease or..." She gestured at her assistant's gravid belly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper "...other complications."
Kela's hand stilled on the slime, her eyes flicking up to meet Lamahi's. The vendor's gaze was intense, almost piercing as if she could see right through Kela's defences.
Kela's hand lingered on the slime, her mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and control. She had to admit, the idea was tempting. No strings attached, no risks involved. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"And how much does this... pleasure... cost?" Kela asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
Lamahi's smile was slow and knowing. "For a woman like you, I'll make it worth your while. Five gold coins, and it's yours."
Kela raised an eyebrow. "Five gold coins? That's steep."
Lamahi leaned back, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is it, now? Well if you'd like you're welcome to try it out first," she said gesturing to a small booth behind the stall. "I can assure you, you'll agree it's worth every penny."
Kela was stunned at the idea her face flushed with embarrassment. She looked around sharply, the cacophony of erotic sounds and the press of bodies, imagining her own moans joining the chorus as the slime took her to new heights of pleasure. She swallowed at the thought, no it was too risky to do that here she thought to herself!
"I'll pass," Kela said, her voice firm despite the heat that had begun to pool in her belly. "I'll take your word for it."
Lamahi chuckled, a low, sultry sound that seemed to echo through Kela's body. "Suit yourself," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But don't say I didn't offer."
Kela reached into her pouch and pulled out five gold coins, placing them on the counter. Lamahi's eyes flicked to the coins, then back to Kela's face. "A pleasure doing business with you," she said, "now remember to return it to it's dormant state simply speak the words 'my pleasure satisfied'"
Kela watched as the slime stilled the vivid pink fading to its original transparency state, slowly it began to lose its form as if melting, "I recommend you return it to the jar within 30 minutes of speaking those words" Lamahi added as she scooped up the slime into the jar before handing it to Kela.
Kela nodded, tucking the jar into her cloak pocket, feeling the fading warmth of the slime through the glass. She turned to leave, but Lamahi's voice stopped her. "Oh, and one last thing?" she said, her voice soft yet commanding. Kela turned back to face her, her eyebrow raised. "Yes?" she asked, her voice cool. Lamahi's smile was slow, knowing. "Be sure to feed it regularly, after all, it is a living thing," Lamahi said, her voice serious for once.
Kela raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change in tone. "Okay," she said before walking away, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a strange mix of excitement and unease as she pushed her way through the crowded market, the jar tucked safely in her cloak pocket.
As she made her way through the market Kela found herself lost in thought as she navigated its twisting paths. She couldn't shake the image of the slime from her mind, its shape-shifting form and its promise of pleasure. She had never considered using something like that before, but now that she had, she couldn't help but feel the urge to know it's touch. The echoing sounds and smell of sex around her only served to heighten her desire.
Shortly after emerging from the underground market she found herself in a small, dimly lit alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the market's patrons. She leaned against the cold stone wall, her breath coming in short gasps as she reached into her cloak pocket and pulled out the jar.
The slime inside was still faintly warm, its clear form seemed to pulsate gently. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of the slime's touch sent a shiver down her spine. For the briefest of seconds, she debated undoing her belt pulling her pants away and pouring the slime into her crotch right here in the street.
She steadied her breathing, dismissing the sudden impulse. She had far more mental discipline than to stoop to such levels! She needed privacy, a place where she could explore this new sensation without fear of being seen or heard. She tucked the jar back into her cloak pocket, her heart still pounding. She would wait, she decided. She would wait until she was back in her room, safe and alone.
But as she walked, the market's cacophony of moans and whispers seemed to follow her, echoing in her mind. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to get back to the Inn. Now!