Otherworld Girlboss Pervert

[Interspecies Seductress Level 6!]

Maple woke to that voice taunting her yet again. It was so smugly matter-of-fact about it. Congratulations, your actions earned this. As if that was the only thing she'd done since getting here.

She realized it kind of was, actually, and directed her attention elsewhere.

She couldn't feel Emma against her—which was unusual. Normally they cuddled the entire night as they slept and woke up in a similar position. The Soap Slime's body could range from cool to hot, and she just absorbed any sweat from Maple anyway.

Along with any other fluids. She felt rather gross 'down there' at the moment. Emma was usually happy to keep her thoroughly clean, but she really did need to get some more clothes already. The Arachnids didn't wear panties exactly, and she hadn't wanted to burden them with making clothing for herself when they were already extra busy finishing what they'd needed for the early trip to town.

But where was Emma—all the way on the opposite side of the bed. Her back was turned toward Maple, and she had her arms crossed. Her body wasn't the loose, melting style it usually took when they were sleeping or relaxing together. It was firm, tense.

"Emma?"

She turned her head around to glance at Maple for a second. It was just enough time for Maple to see her grumpy frown. Maple got the feeling she'd been awake for a while already.

She checked the floor real quick—Rachel was still asleep on the opposite end of the room—and whispered to try and keep it that way.

"What's wrong?"

The open notebook was spat out of her back and landed in front of Maple. The text had been pre-written.

[Aphrodisiac Body Fluids]

Oh. That was why she was so grumpy. How much the Slime had absorbed by accident? Her panties were soaked, and if she'd sweated at all...

"Oh no. I don't think I can turn it off. I'm sorry—"

Emma turned just her head around to glare grumpily at Maple. And then she slowly rotated the rest of her body until she was on her back. Her arms remained crossed as her stiff phallus came into view. It bobbed back and forth while throbbing as Maple's eyes went wide and she double checked the floor.

"Put that away—Rachel's right there."

The futa Slime didn't break eye contact or uncross her arms. Maple returned the glare with her own. What was she thinking pulling that out here?

Emma's lip quivered, and Maple saw saw a bit of sadness or pain in her eyes, behind the grumpy act. Her cock did look almost painfully swollen as it throbbed. She was sure she could have gotten rid of it anyway, but even if it was just an expression of how she was feeling...Maple felt guilty.

"Ahh—I'm sorry. Quietly, okay?"

Maple covered the both of them with the blanket. Not the one Charlotte had gifted them; that one was folded and tucked away. Emma's head stuck out the top while Maple went spelunking.

She grasped her poor girlfriend's cock and stroked it a few times before running her tongue around the head and under the glans. Emma twitched and Maple wrapped her mouth around it for fear it might already cum.

To stay as quiet as possible, she took it slow. All of Maple's focus went to avoiding any of the sucking pop sounds that happened if you weren't careful. At the same time, she suppressed the urge to gag or cough, and had to compromise by not taking it in as deep.

What this meant for Emma was a blowjob that dragged on, and had her feeling every centimeter of her Human's mouth and tongue. It pushed her to the edge, but was barely too little to push her over.

Maple slid one finger inside the Slime's slit, and then a second. She had to be even slower here. The Slime's gelatinous pussy was more prone to lewd sounds escaping than a solid's was. She tightened around her fingers as Maple wiggled them back and forth while still sucking her cock and stroking with her other hand.

If not for her lack of vocal chords, Emma would have struggled to stay quiet. Her body writhed around and lost some of its cohesion. Maple was trusting her to warn her if Rachel woke up. At least, she hoped she would.

After so many hours of horny torment, Emma couldn't take it anymore. She put both of her hands on Maple's head and pushed it down. Her cock went all the way into her Human's throat and the first wave of pleasure finally told her she'd made it past the edge.

Her cock pulsed and Maple swallowed hard just as the first rope of hot cum shot out. Success. She breathed through her nose and carefully readied herself for the next shot.

The feeling of Maple's throat squeezing against her cock, and then immediately gulping down all the cum she shot out and filling her tummy with it, made the second shot come immediately after.

Maple swallowed again and almost mistimed it. Hot liquid slammed against the back of her throat before it squeezed down and sucked the rest of that shot out of Emma's cock. She synced the timing of her swallows to match Emma's spasms while having her fingers do the same. It made Emma shoot out even more as her girlfriend sucked her dry.

The cum finally stopped spurting out and Maple came up gasping for breath. She wiped away the single drop that had leaked out onto her chin.

Rachel was still snoring quietly in her futon and pile of pillows, despite her 'strong senses'.

Emma became a relaxed puddle-human once more and snuggled up to Maple as she laid back down. The [Slut] was even more drenched than before, and the outline of her erect nipples against her shirt were just begging for attention. Emma was already slipping underneath her clothes—and making the problem worse.

"Just wash me, please? I can't..."

Maple had no confidence in her ability to remain silent like Emma had, unfortunately. Her whisper was breathy and distressed.

Emma relented, and managed to wash Maple and her clothes while minimizing additional collateral damage. It barely helped as the liquid leaking out didn't stop. And that was frustrating beyond even the sexual frustration. She'd considered putting a tampon in for it—one of the few she had had with her—but decided to see what this world's options for that was before wasting one, and settled on stuffing her panties with toilet paper for now.

They went downstairs after that. Sasha was already up and serving breakfast to a few guests with her other staff.

"Morning, you two. Had some fun?"

The Succubus tapped the side of her nose and smiled. Emma nodded while patting Maple's head affectionately.

"Fun? What do you mean by that?"

"I'm a Succubus, Maple. Sexual energy is kind of my thing, and this inn is my domain. I see one of you is still pent up, though. I had meant to offer last night, but didn't get a good chance to—one of my Skills involves being able to share a dream world. I could set the two of you up tonight, if you wanted? It's something I offer a lot of my guests."

She didn't quite state the obvious—that it was so she and Emma could enjoy some intimate time together while sharing a room—but she implied it so heavily that Maple turned red and had to avoid eye contact while answering.

"Um, yeah, that sounds good actually..."

Too good to pass up, in fact, though she wondered what her life had come to. Maple tried to remember how often sex had come up in her daily life back home, and drew a blank. It was definitely just this world that was weird.

Not her.

"Great, I thought you two would appreciate it. Breakfast?"

Sasha pointed to some items on a menu she handed them and then ran a finger down the prices to the right, subtly indicating they'd be expected to pay this time. Most of the prices were in coppers, which was easily affordable with their gifted savings.

They sat down and Sasha had one of her waitresses take over serving them; another of the people who looked like lizards. This one had yellow scales and slightly darker neck spines.

Maple had asked Rachel privately, and learned they were called Dragonkin. They were honestly a little terrifying—with their thick muscular tails, sharp teeth, and claws. Maple guessed she was adjusting faster than most people from her world would have, though. Her leg was only shaking under the table a little when she approached their table.

"Hi, I'm Dorothy. Ready to order?"

"U-um can I get the Copper Standard, and some milk please?"

It was a five copper meal consisting of buttered toast, eggs, and sausage. It came with water to drink, and anything else cost more. Maple didn't see coffee on the menu, though there was tea. Emma pointed to the menu to order her food, and just got water to drink.

Dorothy came back with their food, and then pointed to Maple's backpack.

"I don't mean to be nosy, Miss Human, but where did you get that bag? It looks so well-made and I'd love to have one for myself."

Maple panicked a little as she realized that, like everything she owned, her backpack stood out. She hadn't seen any zippers here, for one thing.

"It's uh, from my home. Um, it was specially made. Sorry."

"Oh. Is whoever made it far from here? Do you think they'd do a special commission? I'd pay to have it delivered here, of course."

Maple's heart was beating harder and she was beginning to sweat. The yellow Dragonkin was staring at her bag. It'd be bad if she realized just how unusual it was, let alone any of the contents.

"Uh. Um. He's dead."

"Oh—sorry, then. I hope it wasn't someone close to you. Um, enjoy your breakfast."

Maple nodded with as straight a face as she could muster and Dorothy rubbed at her neck spines guiltily as she retreated. Maple hid the bag under the table, and decided not to take it with them after all.

Maple let out a breath and turned to Emma.

"Well I guess besides lunch, my top priority today is getting some new clothes and maybe a new bag. What are you going to do?"

The Soap Slime pointed to herself and then at Maple. She was getting better at reading her gestures, and some were gaining established meanings from reuse.

"You wanna go shopping with me? That's fine, but I should probably go to lunch alone..."

Emma waved that off. Of course she wouldn't interfere with her date. She explained they would split up by that point, and she would find a job in the time it took to reconvene.

The Soap Slime was confident. Maple wasn't quite sure how jobs worked in this world, but she wished her girlfriend the best of luck.

"Huh, this milk tastes kind of different."