Saint knight Osric Slime Cave Exploration [Laterpart] (Patreon)

--The glow of the holy seal intensified as it rippled strongly.

"My name is Osric, the Saint Knight, and I will neither run nor hide!　Come and get me!"

It was a " Saint Knight's command" and a "provocation".

He used up all the magical power in him on his two skills.

His angry shout reverberated many times in the cave and had more power than in ordinary times.

The slimes all woke up at once and took aim at Osric.

At the same time, however, the fallen adventurers were awakened by a command. The slime had squeezed them dry, but a little strength was restored to their bodies.

This is the skill of a Saint Knight.

This is the power that the guild master, Bearceth, had hoped for, specializing in saving and leading people.

"What is this ...... you ...... doing !?"

"Come, men, gather your strength!　Flee!　Quickly, hasten and rescue ---- Oh!?"

Before he could even finish saying that, the slime attack began.

The green slime enveloped Osric, who was wearing a vestment, as if hundreds of snakes were attacking his entire body.

The amount of slime was too much for Osric's exhausted swordsmanship to prevent.

"Ugh !♥♥♥♥"

A large amount of slime entangles Osric, making a disgusting sound of slime and water.

"You must run away !!"

"But if I do, you!"

"Never mind about me!　Just run! And rescue! Oh, oh!"

Shouting in a voice that was simultaneously brave and disgustingly panting, Osric frantically admonished them.

Osric, who is such a good bait, and the adventurers, who have been squeezed to death, are of different value to the slime, and now they are still in the middle of the effect of the provocation.

If this opportunity is missed, perhaps no one will escape again.

There is no time to explain that.

"Hurry! Quickly!"

Osric had to say desperately anyway.

Wisely yelling while waving his erect meat stick around and being licked by the slime, he looked like a pervert who was "begging" in a disgusting way, but no one laughed at his appearance.

Osric smiled all the way until he could no longer see their backs. To make it easier to escape. To make it easier to escape.

Lv4 Inside the Body of Slime

.............

"Hmmm.........Ohhhhh♥"

The holy knight who used to have a smile on his face is no longer there.

"Slime all over me! Nuh-uh! Phew! ♥♥♥"

Slime would normally melt his clothes and easily burrow into his body, but the protection provided by his vestments was still in place. For Osric, this was both a blessing and a curse.

The slime licked his skin endlessly, as if it could not be squeezed out in an instant. The slime licks his skin endlessly to give him pleasure, to stimulate him, to relax his muscles, and to burrow into his body.

The pleasure never ends.

And the excitement given by the holy seal does not stop either.

"Hahhhh--♥ I'm going crazy ♥♥ all over ♥♥ all the time ♥♥."

Armpits, breasts, hips, buttocks, legs, feet, arms, hands, and meaty rods.

I no longer know where it feels good.

There is no place that doesn't feel good.

Osric's whole body was convulsing and he was laughing like crazy.

With tears in his eyes and shaking his face, the poor saint knight has no choice but to simply accept his inescapable destiny.

By his own choice, he knows that he will not be saved for the next few days, no matter ...... how quickly.

The hope that help will come and the despair that he will be alone for a few days. All of this is filled with the pleasure of slime.

"Hmmm...... No, stop! ♥♥♥♥"

The slime was torturing him all over his body, but there was one place in particular that was the focus of his attention.

It was Osric's muscular pole - and the top part of it.

He was aiming at the place where the holy mark was located.

The slim slime is desperately seeking the holy seal and magical power.

But it is not a place that can be reached physically.

The slime's attacks are futile. It is just wasting away and attacking Osric with pleasure.

"That's ...... oh! ♥♥♥♥"

Hundreds and thousands of attacks. Osric screamed, bucked, and ejaculated - or something close to it - each time.

It was no longer a normal ejaculation due to the attacks from the front and back of the holy seal and slime.

There was no end to it.

No excitement, no pleasure, no ejaculation, no end to anything.

"Hah!　Huh!　What is happening to me?!"

After a thousand and several more torments, the slime finally found a solution.

It was a thin little slime.

Pushing the vestments to their limits, it was aimed simultaneously at Osric's well-trained buttocks and his meat pole.

"Ahhhh ♥"

He is squeezed.

Osric feels fear by instinct, and in response, the Holy Seal shines even more strongly as it protects Osric.

"What ----."

The stimulation was different from pain.

The slime that had burrowed into his rod and buttocks reached the prostate gland directly from inside Osric's body - the area where the holy seal had penetrated the most.

"Oh ----...... feels so good ......... ...♥♥♥."

At last, Osric's words lost their Saint Knight-ness.

Unknown pleasure.

Before and after.

Front and back.

Offensive and receptive.

All the pleasures attacked and destroyed the holy knight at the same time.

Osric was weak and swung his hips while being swallowed by the slime.

The pleasure of ejaculation.

And the excitement that came again.

The never-ending lust.

"Hmm ...... Oh ...... Haha♥♥  ah ♥♥ I'm  cuming ...... ......♥"

Once you ejaculate, the wave goes away, but another big wave comes.

He no longer has any sense of time.

How much time has passed since then?

"Aaahhhh ♥ Hmmmm ...... Cumiiiiiing♥♥♥."

New male juice bursts forth and overflows inside the robe.

Osric no longer even knew how many times he had ejaculated.

--Later in the day.

A rescue team was formed based on a report from a survivor, and Osric was safely rescued from the slime.

It was only a few days later that he was diagnosed as mentally normal. He was carefully restored with an antispasmodic drug and healing magic.

The adventurers thanked him profusely, covering all his lodging and other expenses, including the cost of his treatment, and thanked him over and over again.

Osric's fame grew - but only among adventurers. Unfortunately, this adventure story is not for everyone.

Saint Knight Osric

Learned : A Little Fame

Learned : Swordsmanship skill

Learned : Resistance slime

Learned : Slime fetish