Reysha ran her tongue along the side of the shaft and then slipped her lips around the thick tip. Even with the entire group clean and thoroughly satisfied, the tiger girl remained figuratively glued to her lover’s crotch. Much as the tiger girl liked getting her mouth filled, she hadn’t actually given blowjobs for the fun of it in the past. It had always been an enthusiastic preamble to the main course. After such a long break without hard cock around her, she was driven to break with that behaviour and enjoy the act of worshipping the erect member itself. Certainly, another part of her engaging so eagerly was that the person who that cock was attached to was dearer to her than random hook-ups.

Apexus had improvised the dick by using muscle to create a dangly outgrowth and then manipulated the membrane in the area to be of a spongy structure. By filling the resulting caverns with slime, he could achieve the same pressure-induced hardness as a male reproductive organ. As for the engorged head, he didn’t need to recreate that, since the top of his tentacles had always been similar to a human’s, minus the foreskin. Just fusing one of them into the improvised extension finished the product and gave it top-centred sensitivity, even if the shaft was a lot more sensitive than it would have been for the average male. As a being that was used to several pleasure sources simultaneously reaching his core, Apexus had no issue with that.

From a purely visual standpoint, the copy was almost flawless. The liquid muscle at the centre of the crafted cock even poked out of the underside, mimicking the tract that usually ran along there. Apexus didn’t have a need to urinate and his cum was produced at the tip, so that was just decorative. Reysha appreciated the familiar sensations, as she took him all the way into her throat.

If he still had the second dick around, she would have been all over that one as well. After they had finished their threesome, Apexus had decided that it was superfluous to keep it around. If he wasn’t in the process of double-penetrating both of her lower holes, two dicks were a bit of an issue.

For all of the fun he had with it, the one male reproductive organ he kept around was also part of his disguise. Possessing no dick would have raised eyebrows, one dick was normal, and two would have caused questions again. There was also the practicality issue of where to leave that floppy thing.

“We should go,” Aclysia spoke up, her wisdom triumphing over her desire to join in the cock worship. They had places to be and affairs to get in line. Also, she felt some phantom-aching on her round backside. Healing magic took care of the actual drawbacks from being aggressively spanked and fucked, but her body remembered.

“I need food,” Apexus backed up his metal fairy, his hunger triumphing over his to desire to keep watching the tiger girl’s head bob in his lap. Blowjobs were pretty fantastic from every angle, he had to admit, but he was running low on energy. All of the seed produced put aside, most of the energy he had gotten from eating the boss had gone into transforming into his new, muscular form. Additional nutrients were required to increase his reserves.

“Jusht fiahve more minutesh,” Reysha slurred and slobbered all over the hard prick, her lust triumphing over anything else. The ecstatic return of cock into her life had her desires at an immense high. Even if tentacles were their own fun, the tiger girl could not deny how much she craved to suck on Apexus’ manmeat. The tip produced a steady stream of pheromone-induced lubricant, which only prolonged her desires. The actual cum had an even bigger amount of the ever-stronger aphrodisiac in it. It was a new capability, activated by Apexus’ breeding instincts and not disabled yet by his will.

If pure lust wasn’t enough to keep on going, then Apexus being an absolute hunk of a gorgeous man, who she also happened to be in love with, absolutely was. With her blue eyes looking up into Apexus’, she continued to caress the entirety of his length with lips, tongue and throat. Her eyelids fluttered when her fingers rubbed her to an orgasm of her own.

While she gasped and throated his cock, the chimera slime considered her plea. ‘We’ll be here until I have absolutely no energy left, if I keep indulging her,’ he realized. A moment later, his dick began to deflate. It wasn’t pleasant to stop in the middle of, what his instincts perceived to be, a potential breeding encounter. What had to be done, however, had to be done. Sustenance was more important.

The shape of the improvised male reproductive organ was maintained remained the same. This was notable due to the nature of the tip, being the kind of tendril Apexus usually only manifested during sexual encounters. Fusing it to the muscle and membrane gave it staying power. As a minor drawback the pleasure cells in the area did not go completely dormant, while the head and the entire cock shrunk down.

As Apexus experienced all of that, Reysha was experiencing a state of shock. As a woman of considerable beauty, libido and skill at giving head, she had not had a man go limp on her outside of the bumbling beginnings of her sexual adventures. “Please tell me you can do that deliberately?!” she asked in an almost panicked tone.

“Yes,” Apexus gave the direct answer, slightly tilting his head. “Can normal men not?”

“It’s usually more of an automated reaction,” Aclysia informed him, “from what my pre-conceived knowledge tells me, an erection does not go away because the man just wills it.”

“Sounds bothersome,” Apexus said, and looked at the tiger girl poking his now flaccid dick. “I won’t make it erect again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Reysha pouted, but kept inspecting it. Fully deflated, his pecker was less than a fifth of its previous size. Given the fully adjustable dimensions of the member, that spoke to nothing consequential. “You’re definitely a grower,” she joked.

“Don’t want it to dangle too much,” Apexus told her. Because of the simplicity of the improved organ, he could theoretically create it in a matter of minutes. If it was already present, he could adjust it in a matter of seconds. It was better to keep it around for the odd case that someone had a thorough look at him. At such an occasion he would get mocked for the deceiving smallness, but the slime didn’t care about a measuring contest. “Anything you want adjusted, now that you are clear-minded?” he asked, gesturing at his body.

There was a stark difference in perception between the horny and the sober mind. Both women, however, found that the only reaction they had to inspecting his crafted muscles was that they drifted from the latter to the former.

“Nah, ya nailed it,” the tiger girl spoke for both of them and looked back between his legs. “Having no balls is a bit odd, but there are races that have them on the inside, so that works.”

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“Alternatively, he could tell that he is a eunuch?” Aclysia suggested.

“That is not untrue, I think?” the slime tilted his head the other direction.

He had made himself infertile a while back, when the girls first found out that he was able and aiming to impregnate them. A misunderstanding born from Apexus thinking that was the natural reason why anyone would engage in procreation proceedings. Nowadays, he was wise to the fact that sex just felt really good. Whenever they felt that they wanted to pursue offspring again, he could just undo the change.

“Let’s go with my explanation, it’s easier and closer to the truth – which makes it an easier maintained lie.” Reysha rubbed herself down with healing fountain water one last time. Then she nodded towards the way they had originally come from.

There was no shortcut out of this dungeon.

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“Dungeon tore all of his clothes apart, so we had to give him one of our robes,” Reysha lied naturally, while the tailor took Apexus’s measurements. The newly improved body of the slime had outgrown all of his previous clothes and so they had to get him something new. They were getting that done before they looked into replacements for Reysha’s lost equipment.

“I don’t care what happened, as long as you pay me,” the tailor grumbled and suddenly looked up. The already unfriendly face of the middle-aged human darkened when he spotted a young woman peeking into the shop. “Oy, Veera, get out of here!” Hastily, she ran away. Grumbling, the tailor finished taking the measurements. “Sorry about that, I’ll remind my daughter that she has manners later.”

“For what?” Apexus asked slowly, raising an eyebrow only after he had finished speaking. It was the first time the slime was in a village without his mask. The presence of facial muscles helped him emote properly, but there was a delay between what his old mouth said and what his face expressed. Part of that was because he was still getting used to faking his lip movements. The week they had spent getting out of the dungeon and to this city had been filled with acting lessons.

They hadn’t been filled with common sense lessons though.

The tailor looked with befuddlement at his naked customer. “You’re an odd one,” he commented, before stomping over to the many drawers that covered one wall of the workshop. “First things first… undergarments,” he declared, “before another one of my daughter tries to take a peek at you, cover your shame up.”

A pair of simple linen trunks were soon tossed across the room. Apexus turned them in his hands, then sighed mentally and put them on. ‘All to fit in,’ he told himself, pulling the undergarments up to his waist and then securing them in place with the ends of the cord that stuck out the front.

“And you’re sure you only need the one pair?” the tailor asked.

“We have to conserve our money,” Aclysia responded in the slime’s stead. “We are not lacking funding, but our income streams are unreliable.”

“If money is the issue, I could give y’all a quest,” the tailor said, peeking into another drawer. “You lot interested in going back into the Drowned Altar? I’d like someone to harvest some of the slime muscles for me. They make for flexible waistbands. It’s a lot more comfortable to wear than cords.”

“Appreciated, but we must decline,” Aclysia shook her head. “We have other destinations in mind.”

“Hrmph, I’ll post something on the blackboard then,” the tailor didn’t pursue the discussion further. Craftsmen paying for monster materials found in dungeons was one line of income the group was missing out on with their current lifestyle. Depending on what was asked, supplying merchants with certain materials could be incredibly lucrative. Apexus and Reysha liked to eat more than they liked to be rich, however. “Guess you’re on your way to White Ice then?”

“How did you know?” Apexus wondered, happy to continue the conversation. Anything to continue his emotional display training.

“You don’t strike me the sort that would visit the Trickster’s Tower, so I took a wild guess between the Lemyr Crater and the dungeon,” the tailor explained with a shrug. Both places that he mentioned were some of the god-placed landmarks on the Leaf that weren’t dungeons but still could be of interest to an adventurer. The trio, with their defined goals, had no interest in sightseeing.

There was silence in the room for a little bit, as the tailor placed a robe on the table and checked on its status. As a fully dedicated craftsman, he created clothes in his spare time. Either to have something to sell immediately or to keep his skills sharp. What he currently held was more an overcoat than a robe, and of a simple grey colour.

“Put this on for me, would you?” the tailor requested and handed it over to his customer.

While the size was about right, there were some structural issues. “It doesn’t close properly in front of the chest,” Apexus stated, pulling at the v-shaped cut-out on his chest. There was only a single band that kept the robe in place, bound around the slime’s waist. “Same for the legs.”

“Hm…” the tailor knew that from the start, but he hadn’t known what he could do about it before seeing the overcoat on his customer. “You’re broader than my usual customers, so I don’t have a lot of things that would fit your shoulders, especially with the wings. I could sew a couple of buttons on the top, that should make it work for you. The bottom just doesn’t have enough cloth to do the same without making it look like pencil skirt.” He gave the trio a series of apologetic looks. “If y’all want a different robe, I’d have to make it from scratch. Its either this one with pants or a new one.”

“Or, option 3, he runs around with visible legs all day,” Reysha suggested.

“That would be improper,” Aclysia said.

“It works for you though, bubble butt.”

“To begin with, the skirt of my Priest robe is only used in combat situations, not social ones. Additionally, it does not reveal my undergarments and I do wish to acquire stockings to compliment,” Aclysia pointed out.

The tailor blew air out of his nose, “You all should also look into thicker clothing, if you want to go to White Ice. Anyway, what’s it going to be? I would recommend some pants anyway and a shirt to boot. Also boots. Ya can get some across the street.”

“I suppose I might as well get a full set,” Apexus said and looked to Aclysia for confirmation. He wasn’t psyched about it. Robes were a lot more comfortable because of how loose and easily removed they were.

“That would likely be wise indeed,” Aclysia conceded. “Please adjust the robe. We’ll buy two fitting shirts and pants along with it.”

“As long as you pay me,” the tailor shrugged and got to work.

After they were done there, Apexus could move through the town’s streets without feeling like he was besieged by string. It was a moderately sized town, the kind that supplied all of the necessary gear for smaller villages in the area and for travellers coming through. While there was steady movement on the cobblestone roads, there was nothing in terms of a true crowd. The majority of the people around were standard humans, in contrast to the mostly wood elven population in the north of the Leaf.

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They continued their shopping spree for several more hours. Reysha needed new pants to complement the red shoes and snake-skin top she had gotten in the dungeon. Almost more important was that she got a new belt to secure her daggers, axe and throwing knives on. A new Adventurer’s Bag followed suit, as did some other tools that she had lost in the dungeon. With the necessities out of the way, the group decided to replace some of the worn out cloths and such little things. They also sold everything they no longer needed in the process.

It was a long list of changes in their inventory.