Monster March: Plur the Slime

Female Reader x Male Monster

He’s pouting again. He says he’s not but he one hundred percent  totally is. As soon as you woke up that morning he had been all over  you. One of his constant moods. You should be used to it. His affection  and his pouting, but he still has a way of affecting you and making you  melt. Well, technically he’s the one who melts, but that isn’t the  point.

Ever since you got Plur, you’re not sure who has who under  their thumb. While yes, it seems in most situations you have the  absolute control, you sometimes feel like the sneak manipulated the  entire situation to his favor. That’s just him though, so sweet and  innocent you have to believe there is some sliver of evil in him.

You  walk through the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You’ve got a  lot of work on the computer to do that day and you know you need all  the caffeine in the world to get through it. Plur is in the kitchen,  silky and shimmering pink form on full display. He’s not wearing his  clothes, just an apron.

You had gotten Plur a while ago,  originally intending to take him in as a pet he became something much  more than that. The sweet little pink slime you got had a mind of his  own, a desire too big to keep contained. He had so much love in his  squishy pink body it was like Valentine’s Day had thrown up and given  birth to him. He had attached to you and pulled you down a rabbit hole  you had expected to go down.

Now, he was naked and wearing an  apron as he worked in the kitchen. He was cooking or cleaning, you  weren’t sure. You just know he was putting on a show for you, wanting to  get your attention to get what he wanted.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you turn on the coffee pot.

He’s silent.

“Your  pouting won’t get you anywhere. You knew I had work to get done today.  Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here.” You tilt your head and he turns  his head away. You scowl a bit and you reach down, giving his plump ass a  good hard squeeze.

Plur lets out one of his trademark whines, so  sweet and aroused that pornstars could all take a lesson. Best of all,  it was a genuine noise. You inch close, groping his bare tooshy as his  eyes turn to you.

“Ok then,” you smirk. “You have to be a very good boy for me today or else you’ll be pouting for the rest of the week.”

“No!” Tears begin to form in his eyes.

You  kiss him, letting him indulge while the coffee percolated. He moans,  his hands pushing up the hem of your long shirt to touch your thighs and  trace the lines of your panties.

You push back on his chest, a  string of sticky sweet slime connecting your mouths. “That’s enough  cutie-pie,” you growl as you move back to the coffeepot. “Let me work in  peace and I’ll reward you for being good. Is that ok?”

He frowns and makes no attempts to hide the erection tenting the apron.

“Tsk,  tsk,” you shake your head. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take care of that  one solo. I can’t be bothered right now.” You touch it through the  fabric of the apron and he moans softly, gasping and watching your hand.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Five minutes? Can you spare that for me?” He touches you, placing his thumb on your tongue.

You  spit out his thumb. “Nope,” you step away from him with your cup of  coffee. “I told you, bad boy, I’m busy! Five minutes with you could turn  into an all-day thing. I can’t risk that.”

He frowns at you, his eyes big and doleful and teary.

You  plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you, now be good.” You saunter  back into your office and huff. That was hard to do. You knew that sweet  fool had you wrapped around his gooey fingers. You were aching to jump  him and ride him until dawn, but you had to finish work. You could  ignore your baser urges for a few more hours.

You get back to  work, chugging away and hoping to see daylight. A few hours in Plur  slinks in, he’s at least wearing clothes this time. He kisses your cheek  and you lean into it.

“You need to eat something,” he grips your shoulders, massaging you.

“Mm, that feels nice,” you sigh. His hands are more talented than they needed to be.

“How about you eat something,” he whispers into your ear, “and I’ll eat something.”

You elbow him in the stomach. “What did we agree?”

He grunts, nipping your ear. “I am behaving,” he whimpers.

You glance back at him, glaring. “I will eat something, but you will not be eating me until I am done with this work.”

He frowns. “Fine,” he grunts. “What do you want to eat.”

You  lick your lips, suggestive thoughts swirling around with the idea of a  sandwich or a corndog. “Surprise me, if I like it maybe I’ll add on to  your reward.”

“Ok!” He bounces and kisses your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He darts back off into the kitchen.

You  chuckle, turning back to the computer screen and instantly forgetting  your good mood. You continue to work until Plur comes back, placing a  plate full of Chinese takeout before you. You arch your brow and then  glare back at him.

“Where did you get this?” You ask.

“I made it,” he fidgets.

You scowl. “Plur,” you growl, gripping the front of his shirt.

He whimpers and wiggles in your grip. “Don’t look at me like that, Milady,” he gasps. “I don’t like it.”

“Plur,” you growl into his ear. “Tell me right now where you got this food.”

He swallows and licks his lips. “I well,” he starts.

“Bad boys won’t get their reward,” he stroke the front of his pants. “And it would have been really good too.”

“Please,” he whimpers, his eyes becoming dewy. “They weren’t answering their door, so I just answered for them.”

You release him, giving him a once over. “Did you pay?”

He nods. “I wouldn’t steal again. I promise.”

You  kiss him, gripping the thick bulge in his pants. “You’re still a very  bad slime.” Your own desire is growing more and more, this wasn’t good.

“Milady?” He arches his hips, meeting your touch.

“I can’t,” you mutter to yourself. “I need to work.”

He  touches your cheek and places his thumb on your tongue again. “I’m  sorry I’m being a distraction, Milady.” He pulls away from you, rock  hard to the point you know it must hurt him. You watch him as he steps  back, a little proud of him.

“I know you have work to do, I’m so  sorry,” he repeats again. “I’ll leave you be for sure, I promise. I just  wanted to make sure you ate something. I want to take care of you.”

You smile at him. “Thank you, Plur. I’ll eat every bite.”

He  nods and steps out of the room. You shovel down the food, imagining how  hard walking away from that must have been for him. You clean your  plate, licking up the sauce and you get back to work. You pinch your  thighs together, wanting to relieve the pressure building there. You  just know the sooner you get done, the sooner you can play with Plur.

You  finish your work, thankfully. You sigh, slouching in your hair and  pushing your hair away from your face. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt.

There’s a rapping at the door. “Milady?”

You turn in your chair. “You can come in Plur.”

He steps in slowly. “Have you finished your work?” He asks.

You  stand up. “I have,” you smirk at him. You touch him, pulling up his  shirt and exposing his chest. His cheeks glow bright as you press your  lips to his chest, your tongue tracing around his nipple before you bite  it and tug.

“Ah-” he whimpers, his hands gripping your waist. “Milady?”

You suck and bite again, your hand tweaking and pulling the other. “You ready?” You purr to him. “Because I am.”

He  nods his head, eager to please. He grabs your hand and leads you to the  bedroom. You shove him down onto the bed. “Don’t move,” you command him  as you take off your clothes.

“I won’t-” he pants.

You  crawl on top of him, straddling his chest. You lean over, smothering him  between your breasts. “Don’t move,” he growls again when you notice his  hands starting to rise up.

He drops his hands and moans, his lips part and his tongue laps at your skin.

You  move forward, lowering yourself over his sweet face. He groans, his  soft mouth felt so good against your needy sex. “Good boy, Plur,” you  moan. You roll your hips, grinding yourself against his face. “Just stay  still, good boy,” you pant.

Plur moans and gasps against you, his  mouth open and tongue meeting your every thrust. You bite your lip as  you squeeze your thighs around his head. His tongue stretches and splits  in two. One swirls around your clit while the other pushes inside of  you.

“Mnh,” you shiver and have to sit still for a moment. “Guh-good boy,” you groan as you start to move again.

His hands are trembling, he wants to touch you so bad.

“Ok,” you pant. “You can move now,” you mewl.

His  hands are instantly on your hips and rear. His grip is tight and  desperate. He snarls and moans between your legs, growling hungrily as  he eats you. You gasp and wail, grinding to his face. His hands feel so  good on you, why did you wait all day? Oh right, work.

You clench  up, shivering and trembling as your juices glob onto his tongue. You  whimper sweetly and nearly topple over. He saves you, rolling you onto  your back. His mouth and chin are all glossy with your nectar.

“You’re a mess,” you pant.

He  smirks proudly. “Good!” He kisses you and you grunt. He tastes too much  like you and not enough like him. He pulls back. “What’s my reward?”

You scoff. “Was that not reward enough?”

He frowns. “As much as I love it when you cum for me,” he huffs, “I enjoy other things too.”

You  touch him, petting your hand down his chest. “Don’t worry. Since you  did such a good job,” you slip your fingers into his pants. “I’ll give  you a nice big reward.”

Plur arches his back, moaning as you  stroke his cock. He’s sticky and hard like a candy. You sit up, pushing  down his pants before dipping down and taking him into your mouth.

“Milady!” He whines. His hips buck and he goes down your throat a little ways.

You  grunt and slap his thigh, warning him to keep still. You bob your head  up and down, your tongue coils around him, feeling him throb and grow  warmer and warmer. He moans and sighs, his thighs shaking from the  effort of not moving.

You lift up, his sticky goo stringing from your lips and he hasn’t even cum yet. “You taste so good,” you purr for him.

His eyes are watery and his mouth hangs open. “Thank you, Milady.”

“Ok then,” you say as you sit up. “You need to bend over for me.”

He  nods weakly and moves. He places himself on the edge of the bed. You  stand behind him, petting his thighs and squeezing his plump ass. “Like  this, Milady?”

“Very good, Plur,” you purr. You lift your hand and bring it down, slapping his ass and watching it jiggle.

He  whimpers, moaning into the bed as he hides his face. He wriggles his  ass you, standing on tip-toes as he silently begs for more. You bite  your lip, smirking at the sight presented to you.

“That’s my good boy.” You pop him again and he cries into the blankets.

“You can do better than that,” he snarls back at you.

You bite your lip and pull back again, slapping his ass with all the  force you can muster. He cries out excitedly, and you feel your want  grow again. You spank him again, listening to his elated cries. You rub  where you’ve spanked, kissing softly before you rear back and slap his  ass again. After a few more sound cracks you rub his ass gently, kissing  his thighs.

“Show me your face,” you growl into his ear. “Show me your pretty face, baby.”

He lifts his head and turns to face you. He’s breathing hard, holding  back his excitement. His face is glowing bright pink and his eyes are  sloppy with thick tears. You smile and kiss him, swirling your tongue  around inside his mouth.

“More,” he pleads. “Please, I want more.”

You grope and squeeze his ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “More,  you say?” You inch closer, licking his sack and up his crack. He  whimpers excitedly and you pull back. “Oh, I see,” you bite his rear and  feel your wetness slick down your thigh. You lick again, circling the  tip of your tongue around his jelly-like rosebud. You lick him sloppily  as his moans and sighs grow more excited.

“Wait here,” you  purr and kiss his cheek. You walk to the closet, grabbing your supplies.  You slip on the belt, the thick dildo attached bobbing and swaying as  you move. Plur is watching you, blinking tears from his wide eyes. He  watches as you smear lube over the dildo and stroke it. His lips part  and he wiggles his hips in anticipation.

“Oh?” You turn towards him and continue to stroke the cock. “You want this?”

He bobs his head eagerly.

“Good boy,” you move back behind him, rubbing the dildo between his  cheeks. He reaches back, gripping his ass and spreading it open. “Eager  today, aren’t we?” You pant. You press at his tight pucker, easing  inside slowly inch by inch.

You spank him again as the toy  disappears inside. “Feel good, baby?” You pant, pulling out f and  grinding the toy against his ass cheek before shoving hard inside again.

“Yes! Please!”

You  grasp his ass, digging your fingers in harshly as his cries echoed  through the room. You fuck him hard, pushing deep and fast only to slow  or stop completely when his cries become too elated. He whimpers,  frustrated and eager to cum.

You kiss his back and rub his ass, “beg for it,” you purr. “Beg me to be nice to you.”

He nods, swallowing thickly. “Please, Milady, ” he pants, “I’m  begging you! I want to feel you more. Please, please-” he’s vibrating  with need.

“Ok, only because you’re a good boy.” You give him a  sound clap on the ass and begin thrusting deep inside, fucking him and  shaking him and then suddenly stopping. He whines in anger and  frustration, thick tears rolling down his cheeks.

You remove the  dildo from the harness, leaving it firmly planted inside him.     You  roll him over and straddle his hips. “You don’t get to cum,” you growl  at him. “Not unless it’s inside me.”

“yes, Milady,” he drools as  he watches you rub yourself against his girth. He grows ever so  slightly, thicker and more bulbous to your taste.

“Once I’m  done, I’ll let you finish,” you pant as he straddled him, guiding him to  your entrance and very, very slowly you take him inside. He stretches  you to the max, just the way you like. You groan, arching your back as  you take him deep.

He grunts and moans, gripping your hips as  your ass meets his thighs. You sigh, satisfied with the fullness, your  belly pooching slightly with him inside you.

You lick your lips  and look at him. “How do you feel?” You pet his chest. “Everything feel  good?” You can see the shadow of the dildo still planted in his ass.

He whimpers as he bucks his hips in his eagerness to move. “Yes,” he struggles to breathe.

You moan as you begin bouncing against him and shuddering at the  sensation. Your body shakes as you move faster, thrusting him harder and  deeper inside of you. He grasps and fondles your body, his silky hands  touching every inch of skin.

He then grips onto your hips and  starts thrusting his hips upwards. You nearly scream as he fucks you,  pushing hard and fast. The rough gyrations make you begin to lose your  mind and soon your wailing and howling in pleasure. He gasps and whines,  his own sounds of pleasure echoing yours. His thick gummy seed releases  inside. He stuffs you full, making your belly pooch a little more. The  sticky pink mess oozes out along his shaft and sack. The dildo inside  him plops out and smacks onto the floor.

You both lay there,  relishing in the afterglow and each other’s bodies. He pets down your  back and kisses you. He’s soft and sweet about it and you gently nip his  lip.

“I love you so much,” he pants.

Your heart hammers and you kiss him again. “I love you too,” you stroke his cheek.

He smiles and squeezes you into his arms, kissing you all over your face and chest. “I love you! I love you!”

“Hey! Ok!” You grunt as he smooshes you into the bed. “Plur! You’re crushing me!”

“Sorry, I just get so excited after.” He has shimmering new tears in  his eyes. “I can’t help myself. All I ever wanted was this.” He grins  happily at you as a tear splashes onto your cheek.

You touch  his cheek, wiping away his cute tears and smile up at him. “I know…” you  pull him down for another kiss. All you ever wanted was someone like  Plur.