Until Death Goo Us Part
Ral stuffed this week's grocery list into his pocket and threw on his jacket, heading into the kitchen. It was about time to restock on brother and bulk meats again now that the roast was finally out of the freezer. His wife Hunyadi had dethawed that for about four hours this morning after she had breakfast this morning.
And, being a slime, break had meant rolling her gooey body on top of Ral and squeezing breakfast out of the end of his cock. Forcefully. While he was only semi-conscious. They'd been married about a year now and he was still trying to get her into the habit of waking him up before breakfast and not for breakfast.
Work in progress, he thought as he entered the kitchen. At the sink, Hunyadi was stuffing the dirty dishes into her chest and using her fluid biology to scrub them clean down to the molecular level. She still hadn't explained it in a way that made sense to him, but he couldn't really complain with the results being what they were. He hadn't done dishes in well over eight months. A fair trade, in his eyes.
Ral opened the refrigerator and checked on what they had to work with for dinner. The roast was ready to go in the crock pot, covered with seasoning and whole peppers. Everything else was still in the fridge waiting for Hunyadi to figure out what she wanted to go in the pot with the main body of meat. From the looks of the nearly-barren shelves, they could use a few steaks, bacon, two dozen eggs, and an armful of veggies.
He checked his grocery list against their needs and added a few things to it with the fridge pen stuck to the freezer door. As he stood up to leave, a long arm slapped the wall beside him, blocking his path.
"Where do you think you're off to in such a hurry?" the slime asked suspiciously.
"To the grocery store," Ral answered, ducking under her arm. "To get food for the week."
She swung her arm down like a huge rubber band and scooted him back in front of the fridge. "And you're just gonna leave without giving me a kiss goodbye?" she pouted.
"Yeah, that was the plan."
"You're so cruel!" she whined with mock-injury.
Ral rolled his eyes. "And you're so dramatic." He watched as Hunyadi swung her gelatinous body around, gliding across the floor to join her arm in front of him. She pooled the lower mass of her body around his legs to lock him in place, soaking his jeans all the way through with viscous blue fluid.
"Well maybe I'd be a little less dramatic if my husband gave me a little more love and affection from time to time."
Ral reached up and took her by the chin. Her pliable, liquid flesh darkened slightly at his touch. Her eyes glistened as they filled with color, changing from pale blue to indigo. "Huny, I put my dick in your mouth before we even got out of bed. How much more intimate do you need me to be before noon every day?"
Before she could protest, he kissed her gently on the lips. In response, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and leaned her considerable weight into the kiss. Inches of tongue coiled up in his mouth like a paper feed gone rogue. He had to pull away as his mouth filled with squirming tongue, but Hunyadi didn't appear to fight the decision much.
Her tongue fell slack between them like a long rope of taffy, dropping into Hunyadi's translucent blue cleavage. Ral took the end of it and began rolling it back up to her mouth. Her dripping jaw swung open obediently as Ral finished, stuffing her neatly-rolled appendage back into her mouth. Her tapped her chin affectionately as her mouth closed, earning a complacent smile.
"Appropriate intimacy levels achieved. Permission to refuel: granted."
Ral gave a slight chuckle. "Alright my punny Huny, I'll be back in about an hour. Start the roast for me while I'm gone."
"Sure." She unwrapped herself from around him, drawing her slimy skin out of his clothes with some care. She gave him an exaggerated, gooey kiss on the cheek and came away with a strand of fluid stuck to his face. "Get some milk while you're out. Ooh, and some chocolate syrup. The fancy kind you got last time."
"What, Brennigan's? You craving chocolate pistachio milkshakes again?" Ral asked as he flicked away the strand of saliva-skin stuck to his face.
"No, no milkshakes today. But if you want to go ahead and get me pistachios or almonds that'd be very sweet of you."
"So," Ral began, committing the new additions to memory. "Milk, fancy syrup, and pistachios because they're better than almonds. Anything else?"
Hunyadi gave him a shy smile and a gobbet of 'hair' fell over one of her eyes to accentuate the timidity of her look. Ral rolled his eyes, but gave in without a fight anyway. Sometimes she really did act just the right amount of endearing to get what she wanted out of him. He curled a compliant finger.
"Fine. Come here." Hunyadi melted against him again, ensconcing him from the hips down in a mass of blue liquid. Her chest expanded against his jacket, pushing it aside to drip through his shirt. Ral watched her breasts bubble and bulge against him, pushing her face away from his. Her cleavage darkened a few shades to give him a better look down into the expanding mass of flesh changing the color of his shirt.
"Nice and big like you like 'em," she teased, pushing her fingers through the fabric of his clothes. Ral's eyes stared directly at everything she had to entice him with, even as he fought to focus on leaving.
"Huny, come on. I have to go."
She kissed his chin playfully. "Fill me up before you go?"
"No, seriously," he persisted, even as his wife coaxed him further by catering to his fetishes. She pushed a hand down his pants and kissed his jaw this time, giggling softly.
"Come on, do it," she cooed into his ear. "You're already half way there."
"Huny, I have to get food for tomorrow." He shivered, feeling his cock tugging at his pants. "We're almost out."
"You can just split the roast," she offered, stroking him with phantom touches.
He exhaled sharply. "Hunyadi."
At the use of her name in full, the slime took her hands from inside his clothes and pulled them free, draining off the excess fluid dripping off her body as she did. She instead grabbed either side of his head with both hands and pushed her mouth against his.
To call it a kiss would be accurate in that their lips were touching, but that was where the technical definition fell apart. She devoured his mouth with hers, shoving her tongue into the back of his throat with abandon. A long, low tone vibrated through her whole form and made Ral shiver in response. His growing erection throbbed against the confines of his jeans.
If this keeps up I'm gonna be late, Ral thought as his cock started to steal cognitive function from his brain. Ral, come on, you have to go. He bit down on her tongue hard. It split in half slid down his throat like the world's longest jello shot.
Hunyadi suddenly let him go and swung herself back across the kitchen, leaving Ral's clothes a little damp as she did. The slime reached over to the running faucet and began sucking water into her outstretched hand, gurgling softly as she deposited the incoming mass where Ral liked to see it second only to her chest.
Her ass took a distinct shape, expanding out from the mass of her lower body to the larger end of human proportions. She swayed back and forth absentmindedly, her rear wobbling with every movement as it continued to fill.
"Makes you want to top me off from your faucet, doesn't it?" she said, looking back at him with her faux-hair still covering one eye. This time though, she leered at him knowingly. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. They both did. Ral barely managed to tear his eyes away and start toward the door again.
"We'll see how I feel when I get back, Huny."
He left the apartment trying to adjust his throbbing need for attention.
The drive to the Agency offices downtown gave him a little time to calm down. In the parking garage though, he was still trying to calm his libido down by the time an Agent came to his window and waited for him to step out.
He was signed into the security desk, the front desk, and then allowed to board the elevator to the fourth floor of the building. There, he was directed to a small lab where medical chairs lined one wall and a number of sectional dividers cordoned off the rest. The Agent escorting him wrote something on a clipboard at the nearby nurse's station and then held a hand out to one of the empty chairs. When Ral was seated, this Agent was exchanged for another, in addition to a nurse.
The Agent sat down in a nearby waiting chair and opened up a manila folder. "Mister Doga, how are you today?"
Ral shrugged. "I'm doing alright. How about you guys?"
"Another day, another report," the Agent replied casually, reading through something on one of the pages in his folder, following the words with the tip of a pen.
"I'll try to make this easy for you then."
"I'm sure we won't have any problems, Mister Doga," replied the Agent without looking up.
The nurse drew Ral's attention and motioned for him to stand. "We're going to check your height and weight again today, sir. Please take off your shoes and your jacket and we'll knock this out quick."
Ral did so and stood on the scale next to his chair, staring at the counterweight as the nurse adjusted it back and forth until it stopped bobbing low of the equilibrium marker. One forty eight, he read to himself, looking down. He wasn't getting fat, so maybe rolling around with Hunyadi every day was getting him some muscle. If it was, neither of them had noticed. Or at least she hadn't let on if she'd noticed.
"I swear I don't know where those eight pounds came from," Ral remarked.
"Mm, nothing to worry about, sir. You're a little heavy, but not concerningly so." She recorded his weight. "Alright, turn around and stand with your back against the pole so I can measure your height and we'll be all done here."
Ral turned around and closed his eyes. Yeah, lady, I know I'm short. There's no need to keep telling me every month. She brought the slider down to the top of his head.
"Five foot exactly," she said matter-of-factly, as if it were new information. She raised the slider and Ral returned to his seat again, glad to be done with that. He wasn't as self-conscious as he used to be about being shorter than most of the human population over the age of six-fucking-teen, but getting told every single month that he was almost a dwarf wasn't the best feeling in the world.
It did intrigue Hunyadi though; he still couldn't tell if that was a good or a bed thing even after a year of marriage. He got comfortable as the nurse brought a small rolling table over and produced a needle from it.
The Agent motioned for Ral's attention. "We've got an updated questionnaire for you today. Additionally, we'll be doing bloodwork for your yearly checkup today and sending some off to the main lab for more extensive testing later."
"Whatever you gotta do, man. I'm just here for the ride."
"We also have a few questions to ask about your marriage afterwards."
Ral rolled his eyes. "I'm sure that'll be interesting."
"Squeeze your hand for me," the nurse said, sanitizing the inside of his elbow with a small alcohol wipe. Ral balled his hand into a fist and his veins rose in response after a few seconds, earning an approving look from the nurse. She slid the needle into his arm seamlessly. "You have great veins, Mister Doga. Makes my job easy today."
"Thanks. My wife keeps me pretty active most days," he joked.
"Sounds fun," she said, starting to draw blood. "You two go to the gym together? Jogging?"
Ral grinned, casually answering, "No, she's a slime. Most days, she tries to fuck me until I can't walk, to be honest."
The nurse's face turned bright red and she almost laughed. The Agent remained placid on the other side of Ral's knees.
"Are you still cohabitating with Hunyadi?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do both of you reside at your home at seven sixty-five Vernemark, apartment three, more than half of any given month?"
"Yeah, basically every night."
"Basically every night?" the Agent questioned.
Ral nodded. "I might sleep over somewhere if I don't want to drive home late at night, or if I'm drunk. You know, maybe like three to five times in a month, if that."
The Agent wrote something down. "And Hunyadi?"
"As far as I know she's there every night. She only ever leaves with me."
"Is your annual income at least twice the sum total of your yearly rent?"
Ral paused. "Uh...yes?"
"Is it more than three times as much?"
"No." He was immediately unsure of his answer. "Wait, uh, so rent...no. No, it's between two and three>"
"Are you sure?" the Agent asked skeptically, pen ready.
"Yeah. Sorry, I had to think about it for a second. I don't want to accidentally lie to you guys and then get fucked later."
The Agent continued impassively. "Do you feel that you are capable of providing for Hunyadi financially, given her unique needs as a slime?"
"Yes? I mean, things are kind of stretched thin right now, but we're making it alright just the two of us."
"Do you feel that the Agency should provide you with financial assistance to help cover Hunyadi's needs?"
Ral shook his head. "No, not particularly. It would be nice, but I don't think they owe it to me or anything; I chose to get married to her."
A few penstrokes, then another question. "Do you feel that Hunyadi is a danger to anyone around her?"
"No, never."
"Would Hunyadi ever cause physical harm to anyone around her, provoked or otherwise."
Ral thought about it for several moments, avoiding the Agent's piercing, unreadable eyes. "She would only ever hurt someone to defend herself."
Several seconds passed with the Agent's pen working in neat little rows across the page. It would have worried Ral if he hadn't answered truthfully. He truly believed that Hunyadi would only hurt someone if it was necessary. It had been stated to her multiple times that causing excessive injury without enough of a reason would have their marriage annulled without their consent.
She hadn't yet put that to the test.
"Does Hunyadi maintain regular intimacy with you?" the Agent continued, drawing Ral out of his thoughts.
"Intimacy as in sex?"
"Yes."
Ral chuckled despite himself. "Fuck man, daily. Sometimes it's more like hourly. Shit, mostly it's more like hourly."
"Explain," came the flat answer.
"Explain my sex life with Hunyadi?"
"Correct."
Ral pondered their sex life for a moment. "We have sex. Frequently. I mean, do you want me to go into specifics or, like...how do you want me to answer?"
"As far as you can tell, is your intimate relationship with Hunyadi what you would describe as normal?"
Ral almost laughed. "What, with a slime? Have you seen what they can do? I mean, if normal means my dick goes inside her, then year. Normal man, very, frequently, vigorously normal."
"This is enough for the purposes of the questionnaire today." The Agent flipped through his papers to the last few sheets and wrote something down for a long time. Ral assumed it was some kind of notes section. He grinned as he thought about what could possibly be going down on the page. Subject is very happy with his sex life. Has a lot of mind-blowing sex with his wife. Damn I wish my wife was as hot as his blue girl at home.
The Agent looked back up and raised his eyebrows to signal they were ready to continue. "What kind of diet do you have, in general?"
"Uh...none."
Ral's interviewer looked unamused. "Mister Doga, that was not a joke."
"I'm serious," Ral protested. "I- oh you mean what do I eat? Shit, sorry. I thought- right. Okay, uh, like...a good one I guess. I don't really eat junk food anymore."
"Do you have what most people would consider a healthy died?"
"Sure, I think. I eat a lot of meat and veggies. Some fruit. Pasta pretty regularly, but not a super huge amount of carbs otherwise. And I guess the occasional, y'know, doughnuts or something. I'm not a super huge fan of sweets and Hunyadi doesn't really bake much."
The Agent made a single check mark. "Do the two of you cook for yourselves or eat out more?"
"Hunyadi mostly cooks for me now. She doesn't really eat much herself unless you count what she gets from me. Well, out of me is a better way to describe that, I think."
"So Hunyadi does more of the cooking in your household?"
"Yeah, by a fair margin," Ral replied, trying to remember the last time he actually cooked for the two of them together and not just himself. "It's probably like eighty twenty in her favor."
"Do you take any drugs, illicit or otherwise?"
Ral looked away and briefly debated lying. He couldn't be sure they didn't already know the answer to all these questions as it was. Lying to them might get him into pretty deep trouble. And, given that Hunyadi's residential status Between was conditional, he decided the bad truth was better than a good lie.
He bit his lip nervously. "Um...do I have to disclose who it's with if I answer yes?"
"If I deem it necessary to ask," the Agent replied flatly, staring Ral down with the eyes of a man waiting to read through a lie.
"Okay. The answer is yes. But, only surthim and only once in a while. Like, maybe once or twice a month. In private. Around people I trust."
The Agent wrote something down. "Anything else you'd like to add?"
"I don't know if it counts, but I take supplements pretty regularly."
"What kind?"
Ral looked up at the ceiling and imagined the little bottles on his bedside table. "A lot of zinc, iodine, lecithin. Stuff like that."
"When you say a lot, how much do you mean, roughly?"
"Like, a hundred milligrams of zinc, ten iodine, a thousand lecithin, and between those for most of the other stuff. The rest is just multivitamin or energy supplements."
The Agent arched a brow. "Seven thousand milligrams of lecithin a week?"
Ral nodded nervously. "Uh...yeah? Why, is that bad?"
"No." A few notes later he continued. "Do you think Hunyadi is or could be beneficial to society?"
"Yes, absolutely," Ral said with confidence. This one, he'd thought a lot about recently. "If you guys let her work somewhere, she would be a huge boon to some business around town. Have you seen what she can do to dishes? She could do all kinds of stuff like water filtration, cleaning, anything like that. Shit, he could probably run a hotel's cleaning service by herself."
"Thank you Mister Doga." The Agent spend a few minutes going over the questionnaire and writing some additional notes on the last page. Afterward, he tucked it behind a set of papers that had carbon paper attached to every sheet.
"We can move on to the questions the Agency has about your marriage. Are you ready to continue or would you like a moment to use the restroom or get some water?"
"No, I'm good to go now. I have somewhere to be soon."
"Are you happy with your marriage, Mister Doga?"
"Yes."
"Describe your relationship with Hunyadi."
"In what way? Like, happy, fair, middling, bad? In my own words or what?"
The Agent turned his eyes down to the questionnaire and pondered it for a moment before looking back at Ral with the same unreadable, lie-detecting gaze as before. "In your own words."
Ral sighed. Walked right into that one, didn't I? "I mean...good? Happy? She's a little rough around the edges sometimes being a demon and all, but she's good to me. We annoy each other for fun a lot. And sometimes it gets to be a little much, but I genuinely like being married to her; I love her."
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