Page 71 of How to Seduce a Slender

“Well, we warned you that feeding certain urges can change your diet. It’s why you must eat the whole thing. Feeding on just their dreams or their body can lead to complications.” Havroc nodded their head while the massive maw in their chest smacked their lips.

“Well, I’m not worried about having desires. I’m worried that I’ve released?”

“Released?” both of them grunted, their bodies tensing with confusion.

“Fluids, I’ve…the mortals call it ‘coming’. You know, the function of a body when mating.”

The pair’s heads snapped a full ninety degrees to stare at him. Mestophemuse was the first to respond. “You’ve mated? Impossible!”

“No, well, I’m not all too entirely sure. I’ve adapted to her and her needs much more than anticipated. Is there a possibility if her mind wanted me to join her in release, that I could…that my body could do that? I eat mortal food, though I’m not sure where it goes. I don’t have a waste system. But when we were engaging in intercourse, I released with her. My body’s never produced much more than saliva or venom.”

“Curious,” Havroc sighed for a long time, a hand scratching at the center of their stomach like it were their chin. “Is she a witch?”

“Not at all. She possesses no magic that I know of.” Smith shook his head as the three followed Melody around the bend of a large boulder. She stopped for a moment to admire a massive tree covered in roses and thorns.

Bright, vibrant red roses. The three Slender were halted in their movements. In a world of muted color, there rarely was anything that popped out. Melody reached out to touch them then stopped, her hands a breath away from the petals. They drained of color, curling up at the edges like parchment until they crumbled apart and fell to the ground…ashy and dead.

“I would reassess your knowledge, Servonix. That sweet girl of yours possesses something or is possessed with something. And either could be disastrous for you.” Mestophemuse chuckled darkly as they lumbered away from him.

“Havroc,” Smith exhaled, studying his other mentor. “Could a dreamer change me that much?”

Havroc’s long, purple tongue slowly swiped across the front of their razor teeth before they answered. “Never forget, we are what we eat. And if her dreams are full of thoughts of you, doing things you’ve never done before…well, who knows what you’re capable of next. Maybe convince her to imagine you with wings or claws or a dorsal fin!”

Havroc cackled from deep in their gut as they followed the other Slender into the hazy gray.

Smith stood still for a long moment, soaking it in before he realized what had changed. He saw it in Melody. Her body shifted. Knees buckling, thighs clenched, she crumbled to the moss beneath her. Smith bolted across the ground. At first it was concern pumping through his blood. Then he rounded her, trying to catch her in his arms and found her cheeks rosy. “Smith…I... oh fucking dragon’s breath.”

Melody was panting and she looked up at him with cherry red eyes.

“It’s venom,” he breathed a sigh of relief, sinking to the ground in front of her.

“It’s what?” She laughed, hands falling to his shoulders for support.

“You are short of breath, your insides tingling, needy, wet? Yes?”

Melody snorted nervously, “I mean, I’m always that way when you’re around.”

“Sweet girl,” he laughed, cupping her hips with happiness. “My release was merely my body filling you with venom.”

Melody shook her head. “I knew it. You were always trying to fatten me up like a sacrificial lamb. And here I am, stuck in this place, helpless…”

Smith sat back, studying her. Melody wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even the least bit scared. There was a playfulness to her eyes as she stared down at him on his knees. A twinkle in her eyes as they turned bright ruby. Then, chewing on her lower lip, she slipped out of his hands. She backed away from him, tugging on the imaginary fabric until it burst into a cloud of gray pixie dust.

“Ooops.” She tucked her hands behind her back. Her breasts popped out before him, begging him to touch them. Kiss them. Suck on them till they bruised. Hunger grew in his belly as she tiptoed backwards. “Oh no, sweet little thing like me? What ever am I supposed to do?”

She even tossed her hand to her forehead for dramatic effect. What could he say? He was a sucker for Melody Deathless.

“Run.” Was the only word he got out of his mouth before he launched off his knees. Melody shrieked with delight as she bolted. A deer on wobbly legs at first, her arms flew around her. Smith charged through the trees. Hot on her heels until something seemed to click into place.

Melody ran faster. Her legs were less wobbly. Her arms pumped with confidence. Her hair whipped behind her like a sail in the wind. A wild chestnut mane flying through the air as she soared over logs and bruised clovers with the pounding of her feet.

That’s when the real chase happened. Smith was a bull, narrowing down on his target. Trees broke or shifted out of the way as his legs grew longer. Fog rolled in but didn’t stop his racing wolf. Her claws were out. She left tracks in a tree as she used it to round a sharp corner away from a boulder. Smith collided with it, bending around the top of it, then springing off it without feeling a thing. Melody zigged and zagged before choosing a new direction. Smith only caught it as she coasted around another corner…but the biggest smile on her face.

“Big bad Slender can’t keep up?” She howled with glee as she raced through the trees.

Smith had to admit, at first he wasn’t able to keep up. She was legitimately fast. But like most prey, she began to tire. Had to make decisions on what was worth more of her leg strength. That’s when Smith closed the gap.

Melody made the mistake of checking over her shoulder. Smith wasn’t there.

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