There was one other door in this corridor before the room with the angry woman. I could take a quick look into the side room and give her a chance to cool off before I snuck in to deal with her. After hearing her throw something heavy and made of metal I decided it would in fact be paramount to my survival to follow this plan.

I carefully crept on wet socks towards the door set into the wall, feeling slime push between my toes with each step. I felt the warmth of the blue slime creep into my feet and I felt a strange shudder pass through my legs. My knees felt like they might buckle, and I leaned against the wall to support my weight.

I tried to push on the handle and found it unlocked. Sadly with my legs already struggling to hold me up when the door swung inward I was carried with it. I put out my hands and fell onto a carpeted floor, letting me fall silently to the ground in a sticky heap.

I crawled inside and sat up, pushing my back against the door to close it with a quiet click. I looked down at my shaking legs, my heaving chest and the strange pleasures I felt from the heat radiating through my body. My breasts rubbed against my wet see through shirt and more milk seeped through it.

I looked around the room to see a strange assortment of furniture. At the wall was a vertical table with fur lined cuffs built into the head and foot of it, a torture table, waiting for its next victim. There were thick plush chairs facing it for the tormentors to sit and draped over one was a towel. I saw on the right side of the room a curtain cutting off the corner with a large bed, and dresser beside it, and past that was another door.

I crawled towards the chair, my fingers sinking into the thick carpet, and looked at the towel. It was clean and I used it to clean off some of the goop on my body, but only succeeded in making the towel filthy. This gunk needed soap and water it seemed.

I looked nervously at the torture table to see a set of shelves embedded into the wall, full of strange torture implements. Whips, more fur lined manacles and some kind of short clubs. I saw rings and yellow mana crystals that were charged with energy. Draconic script covered their surface and I think I recognized the word for lighting. I steered clear of the shelf in case it was trapped.

I managed to get my feet back under me and rose back to my full height, still on shaky legs. I made my way to the side door hoping for a weapon room and saw a glimmer on my side. I spun towards it with javelin at the ready, and saw beside the bed was the dresser, with jewellery sprinkling its surface and a mirror on top. The rings, necklaces and brooches found their way into my bag and I took a look in the mirror.

My hair had blue slime all over it, I was practically nude and I had a glistening sheen of sweat on my body after that explosive fight. However, I had to admit I looked better than I had in ages. I twisted to check out my slim figure and noticed my legs had shaped up nicely with all the running around I had been doing from all my quests. I also took a moment to bounce on the balls of my feet and grinned seeing my chest bounce.

“I guess going a size up wasn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me,” I said. I gave one a squeeze and bit at my lip keeping a moan from escaping my lips. “Wow that is…something else.”

I looked into the dressers to find a few cute sets of clothes. Sadly they were for someone taller than me, but I did manage to swipe a summer dress that had a bow at the back. I could probably wash myself off in the river and put it on before heading into town. That too made its way into my bag and I rooted around the drawers looking for more clothes. There were more thigh high socks with strings built into the cuffs to tighten them on, and I stole them too to replace my ruined ones.

I heard a door slam open in the hallway and I jumped letting out a yelp. I heard the person head straight to the room I was in and I opened the door near the bed, dashing inside. I slipped on the tile floor inside and crashed to the ground. I was beginning to tire of my slimy socks and grabbed a counter to pull myself up.

I looked around in amazement to see I was inside a fully stocked mage bathroom. There was a clay toilet, a huge bathtub and sink, all stocked with mana crystals to power them up.

“This bitch has running hot water in a dungeon?” I asked.

The door to the bathroom slammed open and I turned to them with the spear point aimed at their heart. Standing in the doorway was a tall, fit woman. She wore a set of mage robes that were torn, and I could see her tight fitting undergarments. Her hair was done up into a loose bun and I could see locks of sun kissed orange spill out into her deep emerald eyes.

Her plump lips were pushed into a scowl, showing her fangs, and I could see on her face she wasn’t happy to see me, which was a shame, she was quite pretty. I looked the rest of her over and saw on her head a pair of white swept back dragon horns, and behind her was a twitching red scaled tail. She looked remarkably human, with dragon touched features, meaning she had dragon blood in her veins.

“Half-dragon or…?” I asked.

“Full dragon, and a dragon that’s ready to kick your ass!” she roared, launching towards me.

She knocked the javelin away, slapping it into the tiled wall. Broken shards of ceramics rained down as we tumbled around the floor, trying to get on top of the other. I reached for a dagger and jabbed her with it, scoring a hit on her shoulder. It tore into the thin fabric of her robes and was deflected underneath. I saw bright red dragon scales on her smooth oiled skin and balked at my poor luck. I tried to get a hand on her wrist, but couldn’t get a solid hold of her.

“Why…are you…here, and batter yet, why are you oiled up?” I asked between huffs.

I heard her utter a phrase and I attacked with a surge of renewed vigour. I managed to flip her onto her back and grabbed her wrists slamming her glowing hand into a linen cabinet. Whatever spell was charging went off, blasting the cabinet into splinters and it rained burning towels around us.

“It’s good for my skin!” she roared, getting a foot onto my stomach and kicking me back towards the bedroom. “I’m a potion maker by trade and if it wasn’t for stupid adventurers like you ruining my home I wouldn’t be here!”

I rolled back to my feet and drew another javelin. I took a combat ready stance and faced the dragon mage standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She tore off her robes and I saw the tips of her fingers ended in sharp nails. I checked myself over and saw I was unscathed, except for my shirt which was now in tatters.

“Why are you naked and covered in slime?” the dragon mage asked. She cocked her head to the side and looked me over. “Wait, my slimes returned with some equipment-”

“You bitch, you robbed me!” I said, throwing the javelin straight at her.

“Shield!” her reaction was quick, and she flicked her wrist to create a glowing purple circle in front of her, deflecting my attack. She then pointed a nail towards me and hissed. “Firebolt!”

I rolled to the side, my bag catching and tearing down the curtains. I was knocked into the dresser cracking the mirror. I winced at what might be a few years of bad luck on my plate and got back to my feet in a heartbeat. The dragon girl closed the gap wielding a towel hanger as a weapon and forcing me back towards the other end of the room. We traded blows, jabbing at each other, or smacking our weapons together as we parried attacks.

“You're pretty good for a mage,” I said grinning madly.

“You’re good for a whip of an elf,” the dragon girl hissed. She then smirked, “Orinda, what about you elf?”

I blushed and held my attack. “Willow. Now can you explain the slimes?”

“I make them with my love potions I used to sell, it’s good for your skin and makes them safe to handle. Don’t you feel great?” Orinda asked, shrugging. When I hesitated to answer she blew a strand of hair out of her face and I saw a burst of fire. “They also assist on the nights I need some…help.”

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

“Can I have my stuff back?” I asked.

“What?” Orinda spat, fury crossing her face. “That’s part of my treasure hoard now!”

I wasn’t taking no for an answer and I launched the javelin at her. The dragon girl used another shield spell, battering it away. I ran across the room, taking another javelin out of the bag. I was starting to run out of weapons and I reached for the whip to have a back up.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Orinda shouted, chasing me.

I cracked the whip, missing her by an inch and felt a surge of magic run up my arm. Orinda’s hand glowed and a magical shimmer of light formed beside me, forming a copy of her hand. It grabbed for the whip and I snapped it away out of reach. However that wasn’t her target and I felt a shock as my tit was squished between the glowing fingers.

“That’s uncalled for!” I shouted, slapping it away. The whip snapped around my wrist as it took on a life of its own. “What-”

The whip wove through the iron rings on the bracers and tugged my arm back. I tipped to the side, flailing my other arm and felt the end of the whip grab that one too, slamming my wrists together behind my back. I regained my footing and saw the dragon girl's hands glowing as she wore a vicious smirk onto her face.

“Oh don’t worry elf, I’ll help you with that pent up energy you have,” she said, flicking out her long forked tongue.

I felt a bashful blush break out on my cheeks and I felt another glowing hand touch my thighs. Instantly my legs turned into quiver masses as my body gave into the feeling and I buckled. The dragon girl grabbed my shoulders and shoved me onto the tortue table. The table wasn’t supported and it tilted flat, slamming into its locking grooves. I spat insults at Orinda, but she was stronger than me and held me down.

“Now I got a present just for you!” she smiled using one of her glowing hands to fetch something off the shelves. “I think black will do nicely.”

I bit down my next curse word and looked at what she was holding. It was a black collar with a brass buckle and hanging off it was a diamond shaped red gem. The gemstone gleamed with an inner light and before I could protest the rough treatment it found its way around my neck, locking into place.

Orinda snapped her fingers and a jolt of magic shook me down to my core, affecting me in some unknown way. She looked down at me lustfully, placing a hand beside my head and hanging over me.

Orinda waved her hand around in a loose circle and asked. “Now, are you enjoying this-”

“Yes,” I blurted, feeling the answer leap to my lips.

Orinda blinked a few times and cackled. “Wow, when was the last time-”

“Too long ago,” I moaned, stretching back against the table. “Why do I feel so hot…”

A look of pity crossed Orinda's face before being consumed by a lustful glint in her eye. She patted me on the head and told me to stay put. The collar glowed to reinforce the idea and I didn’t put up a fight, I couldn’t even if I tried. She opened a small box on the shelf by the table and rooted through it. I heard the sound of clinking glass and the dragon mage plucked a potion out.

“What do you prefer, men or women?” she asked.

“Either, I don’t complain if they are good looking like you,” I said with a hiccup. I furrowed my brows in confusion wondering where that came from. A taste at the back of my throat made me cough. “I think some slime got in my mouth.”

“Did you drink one of my vitality potions?” Orinda asked.

I nodded and the dragon mage rolled her eyes. I heard her mutter under her breath something about typical adventurers. I twisted on the table, arching my back, and began panting with need. I had never felt such burdening desire hold me back before and my body demanded release, blocking out the rest of my thoughts in a thick haze of lust.

She downed a black potion with bubbling blue sparkles and sighed. She unclasped her bra, and stripped off her panties, tossing them away. I noticed a shift as she leaned over me and felt something resting on my legs. I looked down to see she had something between her legs now, and I tilted my head.

“Do you…have a dick now?” I asked.

“I have all kinds of fun potions to show. Did you want to try it out?” Orinda asked into my ear, her hot breath turning me into a pile of jelly.

I whimpered with need and spread my legs to invite the dragon mage in. She grabbed the table and spun it, turning me around with my head hanging off the table and putting my face in line with the tip of her cock. She held my shoulders down with a firm amount of force, and laid her shaft against my cheek. I lapped at its length, following the throbbing vein, going towards the tip. Orinda groaned, and gripped the table, digging in her nails.

I licked up around her member, swirling my tongue around the aroused head, teasing her. She grunted and grabbed my cheek, pushing her thumb into my mouth. The glint in her eye told me playtime was over, and she thrusted the head of her cock into my mouth.

I let out a surprised, muffled sound and felt her throbbing member touch the back of my throat. I rolled my eyes back and sucked down onto it. I felt the length pass along my tongue as Orinda grasped the table and pulled back before thrust her hips towards me, burying her length into me.

The sound of wet slapping, the shudder of the wooden table, and my muffled moans mixed into a symphony of music to the goddess of love. I rubbed my legs together, and tried in vain to break out of my bonds while my mouth was being used by the dragon mage, her rapid thrusts bruising the back of my throat. I felt her reach across my chest and fondle my breasts, squeezing them to make me squeal in delight as creamy liquid ran down the crevice of my breasts.

Orinda pulled out with a wet pop and hot liquid splashed onto my face, covering my cheeks, and lips. I lapped at the head of her cock, licking away the excess and tasting the salty mixture. Orinda panted, patting me on the cheek before leaning over me to nip at my teat. I bit back a painful groan as the dragon mage harshly sucked on my sensitive breast, my soft supple skin pushing against her silky smooth tongue.

The forked tip of her tongue pushed at my tender nipple, spraying liquid up into her mouth which she drank greedily. She fondled my other breast, the flow of liquid running down my chest and wetting the floor below.

“H-hey, how about h-helping a girl out?” I stuttered, between breaths.

Orinda let go of my abused breast for a moment to hum in thought. “Hmm, how about later. I think I outdid myself, you taste wonderful little elf.”

“I’m only a hand shorter than y-y-you,” I squealed, arching my back as she renewed her assault onto my sore breasts.

I tried to roll away and Orinda held down my shoulders pinning me in place. For my misbehaving she slapped my cheek, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make my cheek red. I tugged at my bonds and felt the whip start to slip. I opened my eyes to see Orinda wave her hands using her magic to fetch something. I tugged again at the whip and it unravelled, slipping through the rings on the bracers.

I had one shot at this, and I needed to make it count. I fumbled at the edge of my bag, and felt a vial roll into my hand. Orinda reached out with her nails, grabbing my tattered shirt and tore the fabric away exposing my body completely. In her hand she held a wand with a pink crystal and was preparing some kind of ritual with a candle, melting wax and a spell scroll.

My body screamed at me to let it happen, let the dragon girl give it what it wanted, but I had other plans. As Orinda opened her mouth to speak I pushed down on the top of the vial feeling something push against my thumb and slide into the liquid below. In one smooth motion I brought up my arms, tore the quill out of the vial and pricked Orinda’s cock with it.

Orinda’s emerald eyes widened and she opened her mouth showing off white glimmering fangs. “How did you-”

The sedative was powerful and quick. Orinda’s eyes became cloudy and she lost concentration of her magic, dropping the items onto the ground. I saw her swerve towards the ground and I fell down onto the floor to intercept her. I caught her head and sighed in relief, setting her down gently.

I stepped back to see Orinda in a peculiar position, face first on the ground with her ass in the air. For good measure I slapped her plump rear, watching her cheeks shake from the force and I let out a giggle. I looked at the table, then her, and pushed her up onto it, clipping her limbs into the cuffs.

I patted Orinda’s breast and smiled. “Now you stay there and behave.”

I picked at my collar and found it stuck fast. I growled in frustration and tore off the gem severing the spell connecting it. The fine brass buckle was too much for my tired fingers to deal with so I left it on and checked the gem. It looked like a garnet and with it being separated from the collar the magic inside leaked out, turning it into a dull gem without charge.

I looked at the shelves to see Orinda had out a half dozen potions, more of the vitality potions and the one that gave her a girth cock. I shoved them into my bag along with the wand she had. Some pervert would pay a small fortune for these, and I blew Orinda’s sleeping form a kiss before leaving.

My body wasn’t happy, but I was from all the treasure. I wiped the excess cum of my face on the remains of my shirt and threw it onto the floor. I pushed on the door at the end of the hall and of course, it was locked. One quick key check later it opened up and I poked my head through the door.

“Oh my gods and goddess,” I whispered, wide eyed.

It was a room stocked to the brim with a mound of glimmering gold.