- Slime Milk -

CONTENT WARNING 

THIS CONTAINS: 

Masturbation

Hair Pulling

Choking

Degrading

Begging 

IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE FOLLOWING PLEASE CLICK OFF NOW

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Charlie was peacefully digging for some dirt for a new project of his. The light rain drenched his clothes as he's been out for a while. Although he's part slime, he never liked the rain much as it made his clothes uncomfortably sticky when mixed with his slime skin. He was so in his own world just mining dirt, he didn't notice that Wilbur walked up behind him. Wilbur watched Charlie till he finally said,

"What are you doing?"

The words startled Charlie, making him jump. He whipped around to see Wilbur standing in front of him, holding a bucket. His hair was wet and dripping making him look even more handsome than he was. Charlie has always had feelings for the tall Brit. His kind sweet smile, his laugh and sense of humor, his dominant personality..

Charlie finally spoke after a couple seconds of a tense silence. "I- What do you need?"

Wilbur cleared his throat. "I'm doing an experiment on all the mobs to see if they produce milk, like cows. I've tried all of them except for slimes. The nearest swamp is too far to travel right now so I thought... well I thought I could ask you since you're part slime.."

Wilbur looked nervous while saying this, as if what he was asking was supposed to be a secret or something.. else. Charlie could see his cheeks grow a tinge of red as he held the bucket tight in his hands.

"Uh.. yeah I'd be okay with that." Charlie responded with a slight hitch in his voice. "Maybe let's get out of the rain first." He was dying to be out of the sticky humid downpour and change into something dry. They both walked silently to Charlie's house. When they entered, Wilbur was greeted with a warm scent of something cooking. Wilbur inhaled deeply, taking in the soft sweet scent of pumpkin.

Charlie led Wilbur to his room which was surprisingly clean. "Just let me get changed and I'll be back out." Charlie stated before heading to the bathroom after getting some clothes in his dresser. Charlie hurried to the bathroom and softly closed it though he did want to slam it shut. He panted as he tried to wrap his head around what might happen. As he began to undress, he saw that his member was getting hard. Shit shit shit. I can't go out there like this. Fuck. He quickly dried off before slipping into some sweats and a t-shirt.

He quietly entered his room and saw Wilbur standing in front of his bed shuffling through a box. "I just brought some stuff to help you feel more.. relaxed." He smirked seeing Charlie's pants seemed tighter. Charlie tentatively laid on the bed and Wilbur climbed on top of him. He leaned down to where Charlie could feel his warm breath against his face.

Charlie's face turned red and his pants got uncomfortably tight at the sensation. Wilbur slowly moved his hand down to Charlie's pants and palmed his crotch softly. Charlie's face turned bright red at the unexpected sensation. He let out a soft moan that he couldn't help hold in. "Sensitive are we?" Wilbur chuckled at how needy Charlie became when he wanted something. Wilbur slipped Charlie's pants and boxers off and his dick sprang out. It was a light green like his skin, slightly transparent, and very squishy.