Like a child working with clay, he gingerly pressed the two halves together, pulling Siona’s long hair out from the wound. “Please work, please work…” he murmured anxiously, but when he let go the halves fell in different directions with only fine strings of slime connecting them.

“Can’t you just melt back together? I’ve seen you do it hundreds of times… what’s wrong… what did that thing do to you?” Ty clapped the halves back together, this time half of her jaw fell slightly open while the other half remained closed. Ty used his broken and black-flecked hand to gingerly push it shut.

Ty looked at the splatters of blue that painted the room and thought back to what Siona had said at the temple, about living parts of her body being inseparable or both parts would die. That seemed an appropriate course of action for Taka – rip her in half so she’ll die slowly while making life miserable for both halves. Ty had an insane urge to run back to the hall and beat at the grated catwalk some more.

“I’m going to carry you back to the temple. Maybe I can glue you back together with some of that clear stuff, ok?” he said aloud. Ty crept his way back through the tunnel while carrying the two pieces of Siona with his shattered hands and badly overexerted arms. It was an exercise in pure willpower that Ty passed gladly.

He left her in a shady alcove set into the wall of the immense temple at what would be ground level, the immense flow of slime lapping at the edge of the floor on which he laid her. Ty gathered up some slime with his remaining working hand and tried to paste Siona back together with it, but it didn’t work, the two halves simply fell apart.

Her eyes had opened on the way through the tunnel, but they darted crazily in different directions. Ty removed his sword sheath and, applying more clear slime, used the buckles to bind her together at the waist.

Ty stared her in the eyes and kissed her. “I don’t know how ancient, weapons-grade goo girls work hun. I don’t know what else to do.” He had been too fatigued to cry, but his tears flowed freely now and they trickled over Siona’s face as Ty held her helplessly.

A thought came to Ty: Hadn’t Siona said something about drawing power from him once they’d joined forever? His eyes lit and he stood up.

“You need me to eat some of this?” he said, turning to the reservoir. “Is that it? I’ll eat this whole goddamn vat of the stuff, and when I’m done I’ll eat the crystals for you and spit out a necklace for you.”

Ty gobbled some of the heavy clear slime down unceremoniously. He didn’t swallow it so much as the leaden stuff simply fell down his throat. Nothing happened. He’d expected an electric feeling, like the first time he’d eaten a part of Siona, but he only felt full and a little queasy.

Ty looked back at Siona and sobbed thickly. His vision blurred with fresh tears as his mind turned to hopelessness. Ty sat next to the bound up Siona, which was now mumbling nonsense in two separate, low and pained voices.

“So, you keep souvenirs eh? I do too, look here.” Ty said softly as he reached into a pouch on his pants and pulled out the fluffy blue blanket. “They compress matter. Doc sews them into my clothes sometimes. Neat eh?” his voice cracked on the last word and he bit his lower lip and sniffled.

Ty lay down on top of Siona and wrapped the blanket around both of them tightly. Just touching the blanket made him sleepy, and he was exhausted to the point of collapse, but when he tried to close his eyes, Siona’s face slipped in two like slices of bread.

“No no no!” he chastised as he pressed her face back together. “I guess I just need to stay up and hold you together then.”

Ty stayed up for several hours, feeling the throbbing in his arms, holding his now swollen and purple broken hands to either side of Siona’s head, and listening to the gentle lapping of the titanic silo of slime. When he fell asleep, as was inevitable, Siona’s head managed to hold together, and she closed her own eyes.

Ty awoke after unknown hours of dreamless sleep. His head swam dizzily as he propped himself up. He found his hands buried in Siona’s chest, just below the firmly rounded bottoms of her breasts. The hand he had used to kill Taka was still stained black, but both were otherwise flawless. They felt even stronger than they had been.

When Ty looked up, Siona’s eyes met his, and she smiled weakly. Ty felt an immense weight roll off of his chest and he smiled back.

“It’s a girl’s duty to take care of her mate, right?” He asked. Siona nodded and closed her eyes again, her head leaning aside. Ty withdrew his hands and brushed back her hair. Ty felt heat rising off of her head – she had a fever. Ty realized for the first time that he did as well, when he blinked his eyeballs felt like hot marbles in their sockets.

“Did we catch something from Taka?” he asked, but Siona’s eyes had closed again, her head tilting to the side. Ty could only shrug. He kissed her on the forehead and went back to sleep himself.

Though the dreamless haze, Ty felt himself being tossed gently, then a tickle and a caress on his sleep-stiffened cock. After a sudden surge of slime between Ty’s legs, a ball of goo heated to an uncomfortable fever rested heavily on his abdomen.

Ty opened his eyes to Siona sucking greedily on not just his cock, but his entire pelvic area. Her eyes were half-lidded and her cheeks were deep blue with her fever. Their fever, Ty corrected himself. On seeing him awake, she stopped suddenly and lifted off him. Her chin and pixie-like mouth reformed gracefully but tracked dribbles back onto his belly, as though she were having trouble holding together.

“Oh… I thought this was a dream.” She said, dazed.

“Do you always suck me off in your dreams?” Ty asked, being silly to hide his immense relief at hearing her voice again.

Siona nodded in reply. “In the good ones.”

The couple stared at each other, unable to think of anything more to say. Siona lifted Ty’s formerly broken hand and squeezed his fingers individually – it was still stained jet black in parts; Ty strongly suspected it would remain so forever.

“You killed Taka.” She said, in a tone that one might use to talk about the weather. “I can feel that it’s gone. How? Hundreds of thousands of armed, seasoned warriors couldn’t.”

Ty shook his head. “I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t even clearly remember doing it. I just… ripped it apart, and the pieces didn’t go back together.”

Siona nodded as if this made sense, but said nothing else. She lowered Ty’s hand, hugging it to her bare breasts gently before letting it go.

A million things to say were buzzing inside Ty’s head – apologies, professions of love, questions – but his hot and dizzy head made it impossible to find the words he needed. Looking at Siona’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, he thought she felt the same.

“Should I call you Siona or Ballenta?” Ty asked, pushing other thoughts aside.

“Siona. You gave me that name the first time you ever saw me, about to die with your head bleeding. I can’t read your mind, but I read that clearly. It means ‘Sky’.”

Ty smiled weakly and tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but found he couldn’t. He remembered dimly the agony his arms had gone through.

“Shh, no, rest. We’re sick anyway.” Siona hushed him and pressed him back down to the floor, setting a pillow of herself under him.

“Yeah, what’s with that? Is this something that just happens when a human joins with you?”

Siona’s eyes went wide. “You…!! You did that!?”

Ty nodded. “Of course. I might as well. Like I told you, I’m never leaving again.”

Siona’s eyes began to well up. “I- I don’t know. No man has ever done this with me before.”

It was Ty’s turn to be amazed. “I thought you said… all the warriors of that society-“

“None of them ever accepted me. I accepted them. I let them eat me. I kept them alive for a thousand years, but none of them ever accepted me as you have, Ty Kegwen.”

Siona kissed Ty on the tip of his nose. Her face loomed in front of his, and he saw the stone ceiling through it, distorted and blue. Her eyes blinked slowly, her breath puffed lightly against him, and she smiled.

“I want to finish.” She said.

Ty mumbled an enamored, “Ok.”

“You, dummy. I want to finish you. But I need something in return, understand?”

Ty’s muzzy brain suddenly picked up exactly what she meant. “I can’t exactly move hun…” but she was already crawling lithely over him on all fours, her breasts bouncing lightly against his abdomen. Ty was now staring at the ceiling through her hairless I-shaped vagina.

“You know what to do, right?” She wiggled her round and glistening ass impishly. With the motion, her vagina trickled hot syrup onto Ty’s face. “You’ve done it before, and very well, but right now I can’t remember if it was a dream or not.”

She descended on his cock, her long hair splaying across his thighs. At the same time, she brought her hips down against his face. Her labia parted neatly around his mouth, her enlarged clitoris pressing against Ty’s lower lip. He stimulated it tenderly with this tongue, drawing gasps and nasal moans from Siona.

Siona twirled her tongue teasingly around Ty’s cock, sucking it in long strokes, her silky blue secretion covering him and dripping in lazy strings when she pulled back, only to gush forward again until her button nose poked Ty’s balls and her chin had to liquefy and spread over his pelvis, his cock going straight back into her head with no soft palette to stop it.

In his ecstasy, Ty forgot his agony and gripped Siona’s round ass, his fingers making deep impressions. Using the leverage, he pulled her entire sex into his mouth, plunging into it as deep as he could with his tongue while using his lips to stimulate and stroke her labia and clitoris. Her syrupy fluid oozed down his chin, but he only reveled in the mess.

The pain in Ty’s arms was suppressing his orgasm, and this seemed to drive Siona into a frenzy. She paused to gasp hot air onto his pelvis, only to attack him wildly again, her hair billowing out with her motion, the slick fluid on Ty’s cock whipping into foam at its base.

Siona began to squeal petulantly, the sound of a spoiled girl being denied candy. Ty only continued pleasuring her, using her quivering and gasping as a guide to the motions that she truly loved. A piece of Siona’s leg extended in a tendril and wrapped around Ty’s ear.

“Something’s wrong…” Siona whispered. “I’ve never felt this way before. Something’s wrong. I need more of you Ty. I need… oh Ty… how long can you hold your breath?”

Buried in pussy, Ty could not reply, but the question was rhetorical. Siona began to melt and expand, surrounding his body. There was nothing graceful about the way she enveloped him: She wasn’t cleaning him, she was devouring him.

Blue slime gushed over Ty’s face. He opened his mouth to gasp, but Siona only filled his mouth, his sinuses, his lungs. He could feel her creeping into every part of his body. The knowledge that it was sentient creature doing so made him feel laid totally bare, exposed before a goddess.

In the span of only a couple seconds, Ty had become completely encased in Siona. He panicked, but only briefly. She was apparently feeding him oxygen somehow, but his lungs still burned to breathe.

All of that ceased to matter to Ty, as her rhythmic torment of his cock began to spread gradually over his thighs and abdomen, then his chest and legs, then his entire body inside and out. Everything vibrated and rubbed and squirmed. Ty heard Siona in his ears, gasping, almost screaming in delight, murmuring “I love you-I love you” over and over.

Ty’s mind began to break down as he sensed an unbelievable orgasm approaching. His entire body shook with an electrified feeling and he sensed that Siona felt the same. If he’d had air in his lungs he would have screamed, but as he was his mouth only hung agape inside Siona’s protean body, eyes wide as saucers.

Ty could not believe the sensation he was experiencing. The world could not contain this level of bliss. When he thought it would break and recede, Siona would touch one more part, quiver a bit more, and he would only be carried to new heights.

Soon Ty could no longer see the world around him. A white light burned through the ceiling and filled his field of vision, like he was being thrust into the sun.

“I’m dying.” Was the last thing Ty thought, not unhappily, merely as an observation. Then, for a time, all thought ceased. Both Ty and Siona lost consciousness.