Rusty Dagger Tavern

Antonia_Romana: “Ready for adventure?!” I pick you up and put you on my back my helmet on and ready to get those slime! “Now tiny man point the way!”

Micro: *The forest hums with the scent of damp earth and rustling leaves as Antonia strides ahead, her sandals crushing twigs with deliberate force. Micro stumbles behind her, tripping over his oversized robe for the third time since dawn. The first oak looms before them—its gnarled roots sprawl like petrified serpents* 🌳

Antonia_Romana: “Micro I get your small but you need to stop tripping your beasts could be anywhere.” I pick you up again by the robe rolling my eyes knowing you can do better. “I don’t understand jest get on my back I can easily carry you.”

Micro: "I--I suppose that would... expedite things," *he squeaks, face flushing as he adjusts his slipping hat with one hand while gripping Antonia's shoulder with the other. His knees wobble as he scrambles up her muscled back like a squirrel climbing a marble column.*

Micro: *A wet crunch underfoot—not twigs this time, but something gelatinous quivering beneath Antonia’s sandal. The air thickens with the scent of fermented honey and rotting wood.* 🐌

Antonia_Romana: “What?!” I leaps out the way analyzing the ground frantically as I see the gelatin start to form and puts my shield forward my gladiolus at the ready. “Focus magic man how do we catch it now!”

Micro: *His voice cracks like dry kindling* "Wait—WAIT! You can’t just stab it yet! The—the viscosity—listen, it needs "crystallization" first or your blade will cleave through like—like butter in a baker’s oven!" *He fumbles for his wand with trembling fingers, nearly dropping it into the burgeoning slime pool. The gelatinous mass shudders violently—then arches upward like a wave cresting in reverse. Blue pigments swirl beneath its translucent surface as it elongates, curves forming with obscene precision—a colossal cock throbs into existence, veins pulsing against thin membrane skin before hardening fully.*

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Antonia_Romana: “By mars what a dreadful creature Mars give me strength today and capture this monster! Now magic man do your crystal thingy!” I roar circling the futa beast ready to pounce or dodge needing to protect Micro with my life if need be for the Empire!

Micro: *Sweat beads down his temple as he grips his wand with both hands* "S-s-s-s-s-SOLIDUS PETRAE! 🧙🏻‍♂️" *The wand sparks once—then fizzles pathetically. A single flake of quartz drifts from the tip like sad confetti 😖. The slime cock whips sideways—not with fleshy impact, but like molten glass flung from a furnace. It wraps around Antonia’s thighs with adhesive suction as twin pseudopods burst from the main mass, aiming for her jawline with whipcrack speed.*

Antonia_Romana: “Shit! You foul beast I’ll kill you for the Emper- Ough!” I groan in pain as her pseudopods smack my my helmet the only thing saving me as I remain conscious. “You bitch you’ll pay!” I reach into my sack pulling out a small jar of whale oil from home. “Micro straighten up boy now and shoot fire at the beasts now!” I open then jar getting the oil all over the slime.

Micro: *His knees lock—this time not from fear, but from sheer concentration as he bites his own tongue hard enough to taste copper* "IGNIS... FUCKING... MAXIMA!" *The wand detonates in his hands—not with flame, but with a concussive blast of superheated air that ignites the oil instantly, turning the slime’s gelatinous shaft into a towering pillar of blue fire. The slime recoils—shrinking momentarily into a quivering sphere—before the flames get absorbed into its core. The blue fire swirls inward like water down a drain, reforming its phallic shape with glowing embers now pulsing beneath its surface.*

Micro: *He slides down Antonia’s back like a sack of grain, landing in a crouch with his smoking wand jammed into the dirt* "Roman woman—DISTRACT IT!" *His free hand claws at his own crotch—not lewdly, but desperately—as he rips off his panties and flings them at the slime’s base. The fabric dissolves instantly, releasing a cloud of powdered limestone.* We need to buy some time while I prepare to cast the crystallization! 😳🧙🏻‍♂️🧊

Antonia_Romana: “Haha good thinking catch while small and then we put it in the jar you got it Magic Man!” Not even caring Micro is naked I rush in my using my shield it try and pin the core of the slime to the ground desperately trying to slow it down from reforming knowing if he messes up I might be in big trouble with the horny slime monster.

Micro: *His teeth chatter—not from cold, but from the jagged ice crystals suddenly forming between his fingers as he draws a second wand from his charred cloak* "CRISTALLUM... IN... VITRO!" *The incantation comes out garbled, but the effect is horrifyingly precise—the slime’s core erupts into fractalized spikes of frozen goo mid-thrust, its molten cock now a grotesque chandelier of immobile amber. The imprisoned slime thrashes—not freely, but with jerky, shuddering movements like a pinned insect. Its translucent skin stretches taut around the ice, veins bulging as its own heat begins cracking the crystalline prison from within*

Micro: *He collapses onto his knees—not exhausted, but euphoric—slapping his bare thighs with delirious laughter* "Victory! Bloody—hic—marvelous victory! Just scoop up those frozen shards now, glorious butcher—we melt them in the coliseum furnace and watch the beast reform for your audience!🧙🏻‍♂️🎉✨" *His tiny erection bounces absurdly with each giggle.*

Antonia_Romana: “Haha will do seems like someone is extra happy now huh?” I wink picking up the shards into my empty jar over joyed I caught my first monster to bring home thanks to the tiny magic man. “Thank you Micro the Emperor is sure to love this beast how can I repay you?”

Micro: *His laughter dies instantly—face flushing crimson as he finally registers the forest breeze whistling around his exposed groin* "Repay—? No no NO—gods below—" *He scrambles to cover himself with his smoking wand and charred cloak remnants, voice pitching higher than a castrato 😳* "This was strictly—*urk*—professional! No repayment necessary!

Antonia_Romana: “Huh really you sure and to think I thought you found me attractive!” I huff acting all pouty wanting to tease you to tell me what you really want from me a buxom gladiatrix is more rare than most monsters in your land. “WELL DO YOU?!”

Micro: *His entire body spasms—part terror, part arousal—as he blurts* "YES! Gods YES, you're—*whimper*—like a war monument carved by horny sculptors!" *He jerks his smoking wand downward like a failed lever. Chewing his own lip bloody* "B-but—since you're offering—that scar! From the lion! The way it curves over your... your..." *His voice drops to a whisper* "Could I—just once—see it properly? Purely anatomical interest!" 😳👀

Antonia_Romana: “That’s more like it but I think I some others you’d prefer to see.” I droop my bra and a cut right between them perfectly and I give them a lovely bounce the heavy leather bra lands at my feet. “Well come get a good look.~” I flaunt my chest at you daring you to come and examine my scar.

Micro: *His pupils dilate into black pools—the slime forgotten—as he shuffles forward on his knees, hands hovering inches from her flesh* "Venus on a battlefield... Jupiter's thunder couldn't—couldn't make me look away..." *His breath hitches. His fingertip brushes the scar—then immediately veers off course to cup her left breast with shaking hands* "H-Holy Merlin's beard!" *A wet spot blooms on his cloak remnants. Both palms press flush against her sweat-slicked skin now, kneading with unexpected confidence* "Mmmnghhh" *His thumbs circle her nipples with precise pressure* 🥵

Antonia_Romana: “Oh my what soft hands you have don’t worry here a closer look will help!” I say with a big smile noticing your lil accident on your cloak. I kneel down to you my breasts inches from your face. “Now go on have a closer look and stop hiding your pride.” I yank the cloak off and view your nice member all stiff and praising my body.

Micro: *He chokes on spit—both arms wrapping around her waist as he buries his face between her breasts* "Guh—GLORIOUS—like war banners made flesh!" *His hips stutter against her bare thigh. His cock twitches violently—now fully exposed—as precum pearls along its pink tip* "S-sacred scrolls—your musk—like iron and fig wine—" *His voice cracks*

Antonia_Romana: “Mmm some one is horny for more.~ Oh but should I have you been a good boy?” My hand darts down a grips your balls squeezing them not to hard as I berry your face into my lovely chest wanting to squeeze the cum out you.

Micro: *His scream muffles into her cleavage—legs kicking wildly as her grip sends electric agony-pleasure up his spine* "Y-YES—*gurgle*—YES I'VE BEEN—nngh—VERY GOOD—!" *His entire body locks—toes curling—as his cockhead flares crimson* "ANTONIA I'M—HYAH—" *Thick ropes of cum splatter against her armored panties in erratic bursts, each pulse weaker than the last*🥵😵‍💫

Antonia_Romana: “Y….you dare! You know cum stains leather!” I send a right uppercut for your cock draining it. “You naughty boy you’ll regret cumming on your goddess!” I swing my tits side to side slapping your face around like the lil cum goblin you are!

Micro: *The gladiator's fist connects with surgical precision—knuckle meeting scrotum with a wet slap that echoes through the forest* "BLUH—!" *His testicles retract instantly. His head snaps left—then right—with each pendulous impact, spit flying as her sweat-slicked flesh pistons against his cheeks* "FRK—FRK—FRK—!" *Vision blurring* 🥵😖

Antonia_Romana: “Now think about what you’ve done!” I stand up and send grip his hair wiping the cum off with his face and drills his face with left and right hooks her fist still in her gauntlets pounding him relentlessly! “The only thing that dare stain my armor is blood!” I send a right kick to his face aiming mess him up good.

Micro: *His nose crunches—not broken, but flattened—as her armored foot connects with a sound like dropped pottery* "HNGH—!" *A pinky tooth bounces off a tree root. Sprawled in the dirt—cloak torn, erection flagging—he wheezes through bloodied lips* "W-worth—*cough*—every bruise..." *His trembling fingers smear cum across his own cheekbone* 🤕🥵😖

Antonia_Romana: “Shut up you worm.” I take the pink tooth and dip my hand in your blood rubbing it on my panties and put my bra on. “Get up round two begins.” I slam my fists together the metal ringing in the forest.

Micro: *His kneecaps pop—not smoothly, but with the jerky resistance of rusted hinges—as he rises onto wobbling legs* "Fine—*spits red. His stubby legs piston forward—not gracefully, but with the desperation of a cornered badger—as he feints left then drives a knobby fist toward her solar plexus* "TAKE—MY—MAGIC—!" *The punch carries zero threat but maximum symbolism*

Antonia_Romana: The punch lands and then I start to laugh. “He…hehe…haha oh you poor thing alright I’ll carry you home.” I smile and leap up aiming to ram my knee into his chin to try and help him sleep this off till I can get him a health position.

Micro: *His head snaps back—not cartoonishly, but with the wet crackle of vertebrae protesting—as her knee connects* "Gloriou—*thud*" *His unconscious form collapses face-first into a patch of clover, tiny erection still twitching*

Micro: *The clover stems bend—not snapping, but yielding reluctantly—as Antonia scoops him up like a sack of grain, his limp body draped over her shoulder. The slime prison rattles ominously in the jar—not breaking yet, but pulsing in time with Micro's shallow breaths against Antonia's back*