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Interruptions
Ever since you were brought under Blaiseâs payroll, youâve found thoughts of the slimy fixer interrupting your work again and again. Still, it could be worse. He could actually be interrupting your investigations.
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It had been weeks since heâd started seeing you, and already you felt like he was becoming all you could think about.
Your song and dance with Blaise had become routine by this point. Every Friday, the slimy fixer would show up to ensure your silence. Heâd bind you up in his slick, scarlet body as he checked in on you and your work, and when he was done combing through your files, heâd turn his full attention to you: Coating you with his pleasing slime, riling you up with sweet nothings in your ear, showing just how thorough he could be when heâ
âDetective?â
You blinked, coming down from Cloud Nine and back to your dark office. Before you sat an old elf, tightly wound in his demeanor, his hair grayed with age and suit worn with experience. He had come to you in your office with little besides a cane, a newspaper, and a handbag full of cash. Beneath his thick, bushy brows sat a pair of beady green eyes, eyeing you with concern. âAre you⌠well, Detective?â He asked.
âYes, Mister Hallows,â You said, pulling yourself back together, âYou were just saying about the uh⌠theâŚâ
âMy son, Alaric, and his err⌠condition.â
âOf course,â you sighed, âIâm sorry, Sir, Iâm just⌠how does your sonâs ailment relate to the Break-In at your Store?â
âI want you to find them for me, Detective, so I can give them a piece of my mind!â Mister Hallows scowled. âThese burglars break into my store, smash up the place, scare my only kin to shambles, and worse of all, they have the nerve to not steal anything from me? They didnât even touch the register!â
You sighed, holding your head in exhaustion. âHeâs your last client of the day,â You thought to yourself, âSend him on his way, then get ready for Blaise and you can forget this whole thing even happened.â
âLook, Mister Hallows,â you explained, âI understand your frustration, but I donât think thereâs anything I can work with here. Your son said he didnât see or hear any of the burglars break in. Itâs like the whole thing was done by⌠well⌠by phantoms.â
Mister Hallows perked up. âCould they be phantoms?â
âPhantoms donât leave fur scattered about your store, Mister Hallows.â
âMaybe so,â Mister Hallows mused, âbut these here phantoms⌠they couldâve possessed someone with fur so that they take the blame!â
As Mister Hallows rambled on about the fabrication of evidence by the souls of the hereafter, you felt a chill shiver down your spine. Your attention turned from the elderly elf to the front door to your building opening, its hallmark bell chime followed by a slimy, gurgling sound creeping towards your office. A slick, red figure appeared through the frosted glass of your office door.
Blaise was here, and he was here early.
ââŚand if we find ourselves an exorcist, Detective,â Mister Hallows finished, âIâm sure we can track down the specter behind this ordeal.â
You sprang forth from your seat as the doorknob turned, jumping past Mister Hallows to try and slam the door shut, though to no avail. An inch was all Blaise needed to squeeze his way into the room. He spilled through the air and landed directly into your desk chair. You turned around and found him eyeing you up, already formed again into his usual, handsome self.
âYouâre early,â You gulped.
Blaise smirked, âAnd you need a vacation~â
âYou. are. Early.â You hissed through gritted teeth, motioning to your client sitting in front of your desk.
The slime shrugged. âWhat can I say? I wanted to surprise you. I figured, what with how boring this afternoonâs been, Iâd show up early and make tonight a bit longer for us both.â He gave a playful wink, slipping his tongue out between his lips and darting it forward. You flinched at the sight of it, thinking of how good it would feel in your mouth.
âExcuse me, Detectiveâ came a voice. The two of you turned back to Mister Hallows, staring somewhat aghast at the great red figure sitting where you once were. âBut⌠who is this, err⌠slime person?â
You gulped, realizing you hadnât come up with a good explanation. Youâd been fortunate enough that no one had spotted you and Blaise together before, but now things were out of hand. Blaise had placed himself with you in front of a client, one who was an elderly elf. And knowing elves, he wasnât about to forget about this ordeal quickly, let alone keep it secret.
âThis isâŚâ You began, only for Blaise to interrupt you.
âRoy,â Blaise interrupted, âRoy Brooke. Iâm a Consultant here our Detective Friend hired to help out with a case or two.â The slime extended a friendly handshake over to Mister Hallows, and you felt yourself shrivel inside as the old man firmly grasped the slimeâs hand.
âGood.â Mister Hallows grinned. âArchibald Hallows. You can help us find this burglar specter of mine.â He returned his hand, sniffing the sweet touch that had been left in his hand. âStrawberries?â
âWhat can I say? I like to keep things sweet around here.â
âThatâs wonderful, Roy,â you mused, stepping back to your desk, âBut could you, perhaps, leave me to my client? We can âconsultâ on our case later.â
You eyed the slime and that smug, self-assured look on his face. You loved the sight of him, but heavens above, he could be a handful.
âŚactually, it might be best not to think of âBlaiseâ and âHandfulsâ at the moment.
âOh?â The slime gave a feigned look of shock. âSurely I could be of use to you, Detective. Iâm sure Mister Hallows here wouldnât be against such an idea.â
Mister Hallows mused to himself. âI suppose thereâs no harm in it.â
You rolled your eyes and stifled a sigh. âAlright, letâs get you up to speed.â
After coaxing Blaise out of your seat and into the empty chair next to Mister Hallows, you sat down together with the two gentlemen, recounting the story so far as you pour them each a cup of coffee.
âMonday morning,â you began thoughtfully, âMister Hallows here leaves the Grand Metropolis to visit his younger brothers in the countryside. Before he leaves, he entrusts his son Alaric to watch over his shop and storefront until his return in two weeks' time.â
You hand a cup of coffee to Mister Hallows, who takes it and nods. âIt was going to be a splendid time. Itâd been so long since Iâd had a chance to unwind with my family. I wanted to bring Alaric along, butâŚâ he trailed off, murmuring to himself as he sipped on the hot drink.
âAfter three nights in the country,â you continue, âA telegram comes in from Alaric, urging him to come home as soon as possible. Mister Hallows boards the midnight train back to the Grand Metropolis late last night and arrives home this morning to find his shop broken into and his son Alaric fast asleep as if nothingâs happened.â
âIntriguing,â Blaise remarks, a slimy tendril wrapping around your hand as he pulls the cup of coffee from your fingers. âMost intriguing, Detective.â
You shiver at the sensation of Blaise wrapped around you, his tendril taking its sweet time unraveling from your arm. You collect yourself and turn back to the facts of the case.
âNothing from the shop is missing. Despite Alaricâs objections, Mister Hallows files a report with Grand Metro PD. But, as theyâre up to their necks in reports, they send him over to the local PI, Yours Truly.â You gulp down the coffee, and turn your focus back to the men before you, âSo, I ask you this, gentlemen⌠Who breaks into a store to not steal anything?â
âA Phantom.â Mister Hallows shivers. âA specter of the hereafter, back to settle unfinished business.â
âAn interesting tale, but unlikely.â You take a seat in your chair and stifle a moan. Something sticky grasps at your rear through your clothes, gently caressing your thighs. You turn your attention to Blaise, glaring at him as if to silently say âNow Is Not The Time For This.â He gives you a playful wink as he sips his coffee.
Thankfully, Mister Hallows remains oblivious to the silent tension between the two of you. âUnlikely⌠how?â He asks.
âWellâŚâ You ponder, pulling from a case a while back involving two Phantoms seeking retribution against one another. âPhantoms are an⌠anomaly. A soul perâpersists after death, seeking to⌠to resoââ
You steady yourself, your thoughts wandering as Blaiseâs shifting touch constricts your thoughts⌠but not as much as your groin.
âTo Resolve unfinished business!â You finish, fidgeting the slime off of you. You feel naked without his touch and side-eye Blaise. The red menace seems as casual as ever, but his eyes dare you to finish without his touch on your skin. âI donât see how breaking into your shop to steal nothing from you would resolve any quarrel it would have with you.â
âMaybe he wants to toy with me,â Mister Hallows murmured. âDrive me mad from beyond the grave, setting up scapegoats so his larger scheme can go undetected until the moment he wants toââ
âNo, no,â Blaise interrupted, âItâs too complicated. If this Phantom wanted to toy with you, theyâd do it through you directly or a loved one.â
You stand as you feel a slimy tendril coil around your leg. âWhich brings me to our first major clue,â you shout aloud, producing a small glass case showcasing a bit of animal fur. âThe fur.â
Mister Hallows blinks. âThe fur?â
âThe fur.â You continued. âI recognize this texture and smell â canine in nature â not to mention some of the marks in your floorboard showcasing pawprints in the wood.â
âSo a pack of dogmen broke into my shop!â The elderly elf spluttered. âI should have known! It was those Mutts on 21st Street!â
âNot quite, Mister Hallows,â You explain, trying to calm the stirred elder. âIâve reason to believe only one canine was in your store last night. Now, I believe thatââ
You paused, a moment of clarity dawning upon your mind.
âOne more thing, actuallyâŚâ You chuckled sheepishly. âI hate to ask, but you mentioned your son Alaric has an ailing condition. It wouldnât beâŚâ
âLycanthropy,â the elf states matter-of-factly, practically ordering you to choose your next words carefully. âCame down with it almost a month ago after a run-in with some strikebreakers. But Iâve been treating it with a prescription of Wolfsbaneââ
âA prescription you filed under your name?â
âAlaricâs exhausted day in and day out. He doesnât have the time toââ
âBut he has the time to watch your shop while youâre in the country?â
âHe said heâd be fine while I was goneââ
âThere was a Full Moon last night, Mister Hallows!â
The elfâs beady eyes twisted into a raging scowl. âIf you mean to say that my son, me own flesh and blood, ransacked me own shop, Detective, you must beââ
A torrent of red descended upon Mister Hallows, flowing over him and his chair and binding him down before he could lash out at you. Blaiseâs head formed next to his own, a slimy red hand holding the elfâs head still.
âRelax, Archie~â Blaise soothed, âThe Detective knows what theyâre talking about.â Blaise turned back to you, and you shook your head, yourself in disbelief at what you believed to have occurred.
âMister Hallows,â you began slowly, âI do not believe that your son acted in ill will, but I do believe in this.â
You paced behind your desk, formulating the events in your mind. Blaise watched with interest.
âOne month ago,â You began, âYou signed a prescription in your name for Wolfsbane to treat your sonâs ailment following an attack by a werewolf. Weeks later, you and your son are invited to visit your relatives in the country. Being a prideful elf, as youâve so evidently shown, you canât stomach the idea of anyone knowing your son has this condition. You close your shop for the week on Monday and leave Alaric to watch over it in your absence.â
You stop, turning on your heel. âBut, the prescription is finished sooner than you expected, and Alaric, unable to refill it himself, writes urgently to you to quickly come back for a day and refill it â Only youâre not quick enough. Last night, with no Wolfsbane to halt the effects of the moonlight, Alaric transforms. Under the influence of the Full Moon, he stumbles through your shop in a fit of confusion, unused to the proper effects of lycanthropy. He breaks this and that all through the night until morning comes. Upon which, he exhaustedly scrambles to his bed and falls asleep. You arrive home in aghast at the ordeal, and you approach me today, seeking to find another reason for these events.â
You turn back to the elf bound to his chair in red slime. âMister Hallows, no crime has been committed here. It was, simply put, an accident.â
The elf makes no response.
âMister Hallows?â
A gurgling moan spills from Mister Hallowsâ lips, his eyes half-lidded in euphoria from the sensations of Blaiseâs slimy embrace. You gawk at the sight of the old man coming undone in binds of red slime, ribbons of scarlet flowing over him and caressing him with wanton affection. A part of you was in dismay at the sight, though deep within you felt jealous of the elf.
âBlaise,â you said pointedly, âWhat are you doing to Mister Hallows?â
The slime waves away your concern. âThe poor old manâs been so taught over this ordeal. I figured I ought to help him unwind a bit while you explain it all away. I must say, you are a Master of Deduction. Iâm impressed by what your mind does when you arenât obsessing over me~â
âHeâs a client! Heâs my client! You canât just fondle and grope my clients at your pleasââ
You gag as a band of slime shoots out and wraps around your throat. You gag, pleasure overwhelming your senses as the tight hold leaves you gasping for breath. Blaise slinks over to you with a toying look in his eye.
âSpeaking of whichâŚâ He cooed, âI believe, as my client, I bought your silence, Detective. So, please⌠Your work is over. Why donât you relax like our good friend Mister Hallows and let me do my work~â
The elf murmured incoherently from the chair, the need in his voice begging for more of Blaiseâs attention.
You wince as the slimy collar grips you. Your eyes roll in your head, your mind succumbing to Blaiseâs touch much quicker than you anticipated. Youâd have thought your routine visits with him wouldâve numbed you to his presence, but as waves of red begin to envelop you, you canât deny how good it feels to let him work his magic.
Blaise cups your chin in a slimy tendril, his pink eyes staring you down hungrily as a long tongue slithers from his lips. You wanted him to quit teasing and plunge it directly down your throat. You needed his sweet, syrupy taste in your mouth more than ever. His tongue stretches out towards you, winding itself up to pounce. The slime around your neck retreats, granting you room to breathe and babble incoherently at the thought of it.
The slime squeezes around your throat again, and you gag as it rises to gag your mouth. Blaiseâs tongue licks over your cheek, and the slime moves to whisper in your ear.
âYouâre so eager, Detective~â Blaise teases, âBut youâll have to make do with your âclientâ before youâre ready for me.â
Your eyes dart as Blaiseâs slime lifts you, moving you to the other side of the room where Mister Hallows quivers in his binds. Blaise sets to multitasking, combing through your files and cases as his slime sets to pleasuring you and the elf. The two of you erupt into muffled moans as the gooey hold surrounding you ripples, sending waves of pleasure through your bodies. Your mind raced with thoughts of how badly you needed this.
A slimy mass pushes against your crotch and your vision blurs as it pulses between your thighs. You throw your head back, the slime slipping from your mouth to let Blaise hear you moan. You cry out in ecstasy at the slime overwhelming your senses, and your head hangs limply as it continues its conquest of your body.
A brief thought enters your mind as your dazed eyes turn back to the elf opposite you. It never occurred to you, but you never realized how handsome Mister Hallows was. The elf had aged well, you could admit, but seeing him bound up alongside you made him appear to you like a vision from above. Ensnared in lengths of scarlet, mewling incoherently as his naked body was left slick and pliant from Blaiseâs touch â it was like you had sipped a fine wine beyond compare.
But most beautiful of all were his eyes.
The elf had a wonderful set of green eyes. You knew this for a fact. But here in Blaiseâs touch, those eyes were nowhere to be seen. Beneath his bushy brows, his eyes had glazed over with a shade of rich, rosy pink not unlike Blaiseâs eyes. They were intoxicating to look at and made you feel as if you were looking into the slimeâs eyes themself.
It was these eyes that drew you to him.
It was these eyes that made you think of your own eyes, and how youâd never thought of how pretty they looked glazed in Blaiseâs own.
It was these eyes that made you thrash closer to him, eager to plant your lips on him and taste the sweet syrup that glistened over both of your bodies.
And as the slime brought you closer together, you realized those same, needy thoughts were laying waste to Mister Hallowsâ mind.
You descended upon the elf with a consuming hunger, your bodies moving in sync as they ground against one another. Bliss flowed between the two of you, connected through your lips rolled over your bodiesâ wonderful tastes, the silent gasps and groans accompanying your dance of delight, and the flowing caresses of your hands and the slime around you both.
As you lay with the elf, your body feeling like one together with his, Blaise continued his studies. He scoured through file after file, pouring over notes and taking in your recent work. At last, he stops, his eyes settled on a familiar file.
âSomeone is still interested in our missing Botanist, Detective,â he tutted, looking over the case. âYouâve done well to ignore them, but I think a more direct message may be necessary if they persist in seeing you.â He pocketed the file into his gooey form, then turned his attention back to you.
He grinned at the sight of you descending upon Mister Hallows, the old elfâs senses coming undone as you mouthed breathlessly into his lips.
âNow thenâŚâ He smirked.
You and the elf gasped as slime wound between your bodies and pulled you apart, your tongues lulling needily as they were torn from the otherâs lips. Mister Hallows groaned as his lips were left deprived of your touch. You panted for breath, still wanting more of that syrupy taste on your lips.
âI hope youâre finished with your appetizer, Detective,â Blaise whispered, wrapping you tight within himself, âBecause itâs time for your main course~â
A giggle leaks from your mouth as you writhe giddily in his slimy grasp, waves of crimson tormenting you as they pulse and caress you with wanton desire. Your mind begs for him, cries out in silent mewls for him to drown you in heavenly, euphoric
Bliss~
Your mind stills as something long and red slips into your mouth. The sickly sweet taste of strawberries silences every sensation in your body as Blaise kisses you deeply, his lips rolling over your own and pushing you deeper into his embrace. You tremble in his touch as you feel your mind melting, everything soaked in pure pleasure. Your fingers claw desperately for something to grip, finding their only hold in his gooey form as he binds your hands in his tendrils and spreads you out. Your legs quiver and jolt as he blankets your body.
Every part of your body drowns in the sensation of slime. Nothing â Nothing â is left untouched. No inch of you is left unstained. No muscle was left without a caress. All you feel is Blaise. All you know is Blaise. All around you is Blaise.
The long, slimy tongue down your throat retreats for a moment, granting you a brief reprieve to pant and gasp for breath, only for it to push sinfully back in to give you a deeper taste. Back and forth it comes and goes, in and out of your throat. You gulp downÂ
You hardly know how long youâve been here with him in his touch.
You hardly know your own name.
All you know is when his slime finally, lazily, pulls itself off of you, youâre still hungry for more.
Blaise shushes you as you reach out for him, and for a brief moment, he holds you still, admiring the pink in your half-lidded eyes.
âYouâve done so well tonight, Detective,â he said warmly, âRest well, and in the morning â after youâve received your payment for your blind eye â remember what youâve pieced together on Mister Hallowsâ case.â
Your senses succumb to the gentle pull of sleep, and Blaise carries you gently up to your bed upstairs. Upon his return, he turned his attention to the old elf, still bound in his slime and babbling incoherently in sweet delight.
âNow, Mister Hallows,â he said with a devious grin, âIâm afraid I cannot allow you to remember some of the details from your meeting with the Detective today. Fortunately for us, that requires us to get to know each other much more⌠intimately~â
Mister Hallows stilled as Blaise cupped his head in his slimy hands, caressing the old elfâs cheek. He murmured in a shaky voice about needing something.
âDonât worry,â Blaise soothed, rubbing his slime over the elfâs temples, âThe Detective will close this case with you and your son tomorrow over lunch. But for now, relax, and let me fix everything in your addled mind. I know just what you need to feel so much better~â
#bawdy posts#my writing#blaise (bawdybooster)#hypnosis#hypnokink#mind control#slime boy#monster boy#elves#tongue#(good grief i did NOT anticipate this being such a long story)#(but hot DAMN do i love it!)
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No story tonight, but My Slimy Suspicions Sequel Story is dropping TOMORROW!!! I finished it up earlier today at a whopping ~3.7K Words, making it currently my longest work yet! The Current Title is Interruptions (Which I'm still not committed to atm) and I hope you all enjoy it!
Here's a snippet for y'all to enjoy!
âYouâre early,â You gulped. Blaise smirked, âAnd you need a vacation~â âYou. are.  Early .â You hissed through gritted teeth, motioning to your client sitting in front of your desk. The slime shrugged. âWhat can I say? I wanted to surprise you. I figured, what with how boring this afternoonâs been, Iâd show up early and make tonight a bit longer for us both.â He gave a playful wink, slipping his tongue out between his lips and darting it forward. You flinched at the sight of it, thinking of how good it would feel in your mouth.
#bawdy posts#my writing#blaise (bawdybooster)#(if anyone wants to throw a new title my way please do)
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