The Clean-Up

The Clean-Up v1.00
Tags: Tenebra, Hex, evil queen x gelatinous cube, goo, teasing


	“Goodness, such a mess,” the raven-haired temptress sighed as she reclined upon her lounge seat. Rivulets of ivory fluid slowly dripped down the soft contours of her pale flesh. Thick globs of white settled in her moist locks. She reached up and lifted a sticky strand of her hair, releasing a second sigh of exhausted annoyance. “I hate when they just spray wherever they please. This is why I never do orgies! Francis, be a dear and send for my handmaidens, would you? I find myself in urgent need of a bath, before it dries and crusts on.”
	“Mistress, you have no funds in the treasury to pay for their services this month. They have all found temporary employment elsewhere,” the handsome orc explained, looking over the assorted papers at his desk rather than paying any attention to his nude employer.
	“What?! Why did you not inform me of this?!” Tenebra shrieked in outrage.
	“I have, your graceful darkness. Four times, not counting the instance you were wearing that one headpiece and could not hear me.”
	“Drat. Well, why do we not have the gold to pay them? Surely you do not mean to tell me that you have mismanaged my finances?”
	The orc stoically glanced at a ledger by his left hand, running a finger down its list of entries. “No, your immutable evilness. It would appear someone has been scribbling down a number of frivolous purchases using treasury funds while I was busy elsewhere. Shall I read some?”
	“Oh no, there is no need for that,” the dark queen said dismissively, turning her head away from her majordomo with every ounce of regal poise she could muster while nude and coated in semen.
	“ ‘One dress woven from the hairs of elder rats. Five crates of alchemical itch balm.’ How curious. ‘Ten sculptures carved from ice imported from the glaciers of the northern tundras. Ten wooden buckets for cleanup.’ Hmmm. ‘Thirty seven and two-quarter pounds of fresh butter, three hundred eggs, six and ten sacks of flour, a score of cacao beans, fifty eyes of the newt, sixty vials of pig’s blood. Twenty hungry peasants to clean up evil enchanted cocoa cake. Twenty potions of indigestion removal.’ Sounds like quite the fiasco.”
	Tenebra blinked, glancing around the room innocently. “Dear, oh dear. Would you look at the time. We will have to solve the mystery of these ill-advised expenditures at another juncture. It would seem the culprit is quite skilled if he has eluded both you and myself!”
	“…Indeed,” Francis said, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm.
	“More importantly, I still require a bath. Would you kindly draw one up for me, Francis?”
	“No, mistress. Regrettably, I must to check the throne’s investments to ensure we can liquidate our reserve assets and use that money to make it through the next few months.”
	“Then, would you send for a minion to do so?”
	“It is late evening and no longer standard working hours, mistress. We would have to pay for overtime. And we have no money, remember?”
	“Curses. What if – no, I shouldn’t trouble him. Hmmm.”
	“Surely it would be a triviality for your magnanimous malefaction to simply use spells to heat some water and charm it into the bath?” Francis asked with a heaving sigh, as though he already knew the answer.
	“Of course! But a queen should not lift a finger for such menial tasks. Even a minor spell would be improper!” she cackled proudly – or madly. “Which leads us back to the origin of our discourse – I still require a means to bathe myself.”
	Francis thought to himself for a few moments. “Perhaps you should ask Hexahedron’s aid. She does, after all, regularly cleanse the tomes of your library of dust and mold via her body.”
	“Excuse me, my dearest Hex is clearly a he, not a she, and you would do well not to make such slips of the tongue in my presence,” Tenebra scolded sternly.
	“…As you wish, mistress,” the orc grumbled. He had, of course, always considered Hex to be more feminine in personality than masculine, but he could not argue with his queen.
	“Good,” she said, discarding the tangent of conversation quite like a noblewoman discarding an unfavored garment. “Hmmm. He does keep the library spotless… yes, why don’t you call for him? Perhaps his talents at custodial duties will allow him to serve me directly in this instance.”
	“Yes, and s-… he works for free,” Francis muttered, planting his hands on the table and rising to his feet with a deep breath. “I shall return.”




	The wide double doors swung open, and Francis stepped aside, gesturing inwards. Behind him, a massive green cube of gelatinous persuasion slowly squirmed into the queen’s chambers, appearing for all intents and purposes to be a mindless creature like most of its species.
	“Ah, my dearest Hex, my old friend, how have you been?” Tenebra asked with a warm smile, standing to her feet and planting her hands on her hips in a wide, dominant stance.
	The creature that appeared to be quite like an overgrown amoeba gurgled softly as bubbles of air floated up from its base to escape at the top of the cube.
	“Really? That many? I am impressed. Francis, remind me to reward Sir Benedict for his generosity towards my forbidden archives of dark knowledge!” she exclaimed, placing a hand on her perky chest and puffing it out pridefully.
	“I will make a note of it,” Francis responded in a mechanical monotone. Drawing his small, leather-bound pocket journal from his fashionably evil-looking tunic, he scribbled, “Mistress intends to reward Sir Ben for donating a dozen tomes to the castle library. Hopefully via sexual favors due to a lack of funds. Hide treasury ledger just in case.” He underlined that final sentence several times for emphasis, and stowed it away.
	Hex wobbled and jiggled, and Tenebra nodded. “Yes, Hex, that is correct. I have, as Francis told you, called you here for cleanup of a different sort. I suppose the question is: be you able to clean a body as well you do texts?”
	The gelatinous cube seemed to lurch forward in response, moving towards the dark queen at a pace just barely superior to that of a tortoise. She laughed loudly, as if the gooey monster had recited some humorous witticism, and even Francis cracked a small smile, but suppressed the chuckle in his throat.
	“Hahahaha! Quite. Are you certain you were not meant to be a court jester?” Tenebra cackled.
	Gurgle gurgle.
	“Oh, stop,” she giggled, waving her hand at the librarian fabulously. “That’s too funny. You’ll distract the Francis. Now, tell me honestly, should I hold my breath for this?”
	Hex wobbled in a twisty way.
	“Oh, really? Interesting. Well then, I suppose there’s nothing else to do but trust you. I am in your care,” Tenebra said, extending her fingers daintily as the giant green goo-thing neared. The moment the tips of her pale digits came in contact with the edge of Hex’s semifluid form, she shivered slightly at the warm dampness, and she could only stare in curious interest as the cube gently pushed forward. The membrane seemed springy and malleable, but with enough sustained force, her fingers were slowly absorbed through it, and then the entirety of her hand along with them. Everything beyond her wrist was suddenly wrapped in a pleasant heat and softness, and she wiggled her fingers experimentally. Everything inside the membrane was almost fluid, quite moist, and dense, heavy, difficult to move in.
	But the queen was hardly intimidated by such a sensation. She watched the white fluids on the back of her hand slowly disperse and dissolve in the insides of the monster with a degree of fascination that only a magician could hold towards such a phenomenon. And while the seed was eradicated, her flesh felt nothing but a slight tingling from the pressure of the inner gelatin creeping over her skin, almost suckling upon it. Tenebra could not help but let out a ticklish giggle as her palm seemed to be massaged naturally by the ebb and flow of Hex’s inner currents. The advance of the cube did not halt, and soon most of her arm was buried in her librarian. She lifted her other hand and slowly pressed it into the mass of green, and then it was inches from her pretty face, her breathing chest, her soft thighs – and then she shut her eyes and bravely stepped forward, feeling every inch of her body press into the membrane and slowly pass beyond it as it enveloped her. It felt as though she was strolling into a murky sea of hot syrup, and the moment she felt the wet warmth wrap around her back and her bare bottom, she opened her eyes.
	She was unsurprised to find that her vision was tinted a vivid green by her new surroundings, and that she could see very little outside Hex. But her eyes did not burn. Though movement was arduous, as though her entire body was weighed down by gallons of water, it was not impossible or particularly restricted. Tenebra glanced down at her lithe body, at her pert, firm breasts, where thick strands of half-dried spunk immediately began to vanish into the gelatinous cube’s digestive processes. The familiar tingling traveled over her bosom and her belly, and her lips curled upward automatically as her nipples hardened against the sensation all-too-similar to thick fingers swimming over her tender flesh. A healthy flush came to her cheeks, but she ignored the metallic tingling in the roof of her mouth every time her nipples were teased. It was, after all, simply cleaning her, nothing more.
	While it was, of course, impossible to breathe the internal makeup of a monster, the ever-clever Hexahedron had devised a method to sustain its friend via facilitated diffusion of oxygen that was transported to Tenebra’s mouth, forming a small, constantly replenishing ball of air for her. Anything determined not to be oxygen, like what she exhaled, was diffused out.
	Just as soon as her chest seemed to be wholly cleaned, she felt her locks of hair tug upwards, and more tingling about her scalp, as though she was receiving a massage-shampooing. It was rather curious, really – that a gelatinous cube had such precise control over its inner contents that it could perform such tasks. But then again, Hex was no ordinary member of that species, and it was hard to tell if that proficiency was in any way common to its kind. As Tenebra amused herself by considering the fascinating topic of gelatinous cube innards, she suddenly rose to her tip-toes when a firm fluid force brushed up her soft rear. That was odd, the dark queen thought. She did not recall catching any splotches of white there.
	The movement did not repeat itself, so she slowly relaxed, and felt more of the annoying fluids coating her thighs dissolve. Then there was a wide swath of pressure over her left breast, almost squeezing it, and the maligned malefactor raised an eyebrow, for what little such a puzzled expression was worth while inside a gelatinous cube. The motion repeated upon the other half of her bust, and she had to admit it was rather pleasant, like the insistent caress of a nervous but passionate lover. What felt like hands of warm green goo tightened around her waist, and she slowly twisted her hips in place awkwardly in response.
	“Hex? Dearest Hex? What are you doing?” Tenebra asked, utterly baffled, the vibrations of her voice being instantly absorbed by the jiggly innards. There was only a small amount of semen that needed cleaning anymore – the amount dripping from between her legs. When some large current of fluid seemed to pulse over and against her vulva, the dark queen let out a nervous giggle and squirmed in place. The orgy had not ended all that long ago; she was still quite sensitive there.
	“You can be done now! You’ve done excellently, I feel cleaner than ever. Hex?” she said, her voice slowly creeping up in pitch with her nerves. There was a second rubbing motion against her crotch, lavishing attention to her inner thighs, succeeding in making Tenebra squirm and bend over slightly, quickening her breathing, her chest heaving against the suddenly oppressive dense warmth all around her.
	“What? What do you mean ‘there’s still work to do?’ No! You do not need to clean all the way up in there – Hex!” she protested, as a third and a fourth pass was made at her beautiful mound, which was rapidly blushing crimson like the petals of a rose, from the intense sensation jolting through her core every time it was touched.
	“Oh, for gods’ sake - is that why you’re groping me? Well, I’ll tell you, I most certainly no longer require your services!” As if to taunt her, the cube’s insides began to massage her breasts, and her legs, and her sensitive neck, and her pert bottom. It was like the orgy all over again, and her body could not help but respond positively to it. “Listen to me! Hey! Hex!” Tenebra called out as loud as she could, but obviously it mattered so very little. She was in no position to resist a thing, and all her awkward attempts to move around only resulted in her losing her balance and falling forward, winding up suspended off of the ground by the dense goo beneath her, laying prone. The rubbing intensified between her legs, and the dark queen let out a cute moan as her thighs were slowly spread apart by the thousands of tiny fingers caressing them.
	“Oi! Cease this immediately, you overgrown, arrogant, sadistic, gross, sickly green… block of… goop… or you’re fired!” Tenebra yelled desperately. Another wave of semifluid greenness washed over her vulva, and she gritted her teeth tightly to resist the pleasure that compelled her to submit completely to a more thorough cleansing. But the cube seemed to understand that it had her on the ropes, and began to lick and tease at her most sensitive areas all the more vigorously to break the evil seductress’s defiance.
	“Ahn! Oh. Ohh. Ahh. Mmmm,” the dark queen groaned and moaned, unable to suppress the trembling in her limbs and voice. However, her pride as ruler did not allow her to simply give in, no matter how much she wished to. “No, no! So help me, I will cast a fireball and then you’ll be a mess all over the ground and it’ll take ages for your bits to wiggle back together! Last warni-nngumph!” Tenebra shouted, right up until the air bubble moved to her nostrils, and a flood of green gunk pushed into her open mouth, stuffing it and muffling the rest of her words in gelatinous fluids. She tried to wrestle the tendril away with her tongue, imitating a dirty kiss, but her muscle was hardly strong enough to defeat the slippery, malleable mass that tasted both salty and sweet, a clear indicator of what sorts of compounds made up the insides of the monster that might have piqued her curiosity if she was not too busy being ‘cleaned’.
	The fluids in her mouth seemed to slowly pump in and out, as though mimicking the movements of a man. Tenebra glared at the hazy ooze before her eyes, the last and only defiant act she could still do with her magic sealed along with her voice. Seemingly satisfied with her total helplessness, and the slow, rhythmic pulsing of her hot loins that betrayed her painful arousal that was constantly being amplified by the teasing, moist warmth all over her sensitive skin, Hex made a push at the temptress’s entrance, not merely to excite as before, but to penetrate. Her swollen labia parted quite obligingly as a thick column of goo pushed past them, meeting her velvety inner folds and pouring in slowly. The dark-haired woman shut her eyes and moaned into the fluids in her mouth, the lusty blush on her cheeks darkening naturally as she felt dense, hot pressure fill the needy emptiness between her legs.
	With the pretense of resistance for the sake of her queenly pride taken care of by her total inability to resist, Tenebra found herself free to focus on the pleasure and nothing else. After all, she was clearly going nowhere, so she might as well simply savor the waves of arousal and heat that washed through her body every time the cube swished its fluids around her nipples, or stroked and massaged her feet, or simply shoved another inch of goo past her quivering lips, or flowed deeper into her loins.
	Likewise, with the pretense of ‘cleaning’ over and done with, Hex did not even bother holding back. It threw its goo wildly into her depths, flowing back and forth in waves, like tides, simulating slow but powerful sex. But unlike a solid cock, Hex’s malleable extensions could expand to fit any passage snugly, tightly, and comfortably. It was as stimulating as a rough fucking, yet there was no discomfort usually found in it. The seductive sorceress felt as though she was awash in an ocean of hands, fingers, tongues, and members - the depraved, passionate, overwhelming pleasure of an orgy all over again, and she began to slowly gyrate her hips in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the cube’s tendril into her depths.
	Minutes of arduous bliss went by. The dark queen participated willingly in her own pleasure, riding the monster’s strange sort of sex out like a ship turning its rudder directly towards the oncoming hurricane solely for the thrill of it. She suckled on the goo in her mouth that occasionally pushed its way down her throat, her neck bulging with its girth, before pulling back out to allow her to breathe and recover. Her hot quim twitched visibly, and her insides squelched around the faux-member inside them, rippling hungrily, desperately, for pleasure. Her clitoris was teased by tiny rivulets circling it, as though there were tiny tongues darting around it, forcing her thighs to tighten and her core to burn from the pleasure.
	Fresh from the exact same sort of experience, Tenebra’s nerves were already electrified. Now, it felt like lightning was coursing through them, and when that one spot in her inner walls was pulsed against and rubbed over repeatedly by Hex’s implement, and her muscles turned to putty from the raw sensation, her eyes flickered open and a long moan of satisfaction spilled from deep in her throat. Her climax was stronger than any she enjoyed in the previous six hours of wanton lust, blotting out her thoughts with white-hot sensation. And yet, just when she began to come down from her peak, and she thought it was over, Tenebra felt the column of semifluids begin to pump in and out of her once more, and sighed in a mixture of exhaustion and amusement at her predicament. If her friend and librarian wished to have her that way, then it would certainly. The only question was if it had the stamina to keep up with her.




	Francis returned to the room after a long break for late night tea in the kitchen. It was rather difficult to focus on his work with a gelatinous cube screwing his boss in the corner of the room for two hours straight. Even he found himself glancing up at it when he heard what sounded like water-muffled screams of joy, and struggling to keep his impertinent rod down. It would not do to be distracted, no matter how ridiculously lewd the things going on around him were. Even the rampant orgy of horny kobolds, ravenous goblins, and his salacious mistress mere hours ago hadn’t affected him so. He simply had not expected such things from Hexahedron, who seemed so innocent in conversation. He reckoned his mistress had not seen it coming either, though he doubted she would have said no to it even if she was aware of the cube’s intentions.
	He was unsurprised when he swung the doors to her chambers open and found that the situation had hardly changed in his absence. He looked at the noisy sloshing in the corner of the room and found Tenebra was sticking halfway out of Hex’s side, her hands planted on the ground, everything beneath her waist suspended by the cube’s corpus and clearly being reamed by quite the volume of fluids. She panted heavily, her pert breasts jiggling in the air as her shut eyes, sweat-soaked features, and hanging jaw betrayed how enthralled she was in the act.
	“Oh, gods, Hex, harder! Yes! You filthy beast! No, don’t stop! More! More! Ohhh! Yes! Yesss!” the dark queen cried shamelessly as she bounced forward and back rhythmically. “Right there! Yes, there! You’ve got it! Ahn! Ahn! Nnnh! I’m gonna-gonna-gon…” She shut up suddenly, biting down on her lip as her arms gave out and she smushed down against her warm carpet, a desperate moan echoing through the room as the shivers and shocks of a climactic orgasm exploded through her, leaving her completely limp as utter bliss overwhelmed her mind and muscles. None of that was unusual, but when he looked upon his mistress’s face, strands of her now clean-but-still-damp hair sticking to it, nothing but pure satisfaction and single-minded pleasure in her half-lidded eyes and dirty smile, Francis found himself once again nursing an annoying erection in his pants. He trotted back to his desk to hide it before Tenebra’s wits returned.
	“Oh, Hex, if you wanted to experiment, why didn’t you just say so?” Tenebra whispered passionately, clearly harboring no grudge. The gelatinous cube jiggled and gurgled slightly, releasing her waist and legs and allowing her to rest on the ground. “Data? You mean you wanted to know what it was like because there were no books that described it? Oh, darling, I don’t mind. Surprise is the spice of life,” she said proudly. Francis rolled his eyes. Tenebra hated surprises and he knew that better than anyone. Clearly she was just willing to make an exception due to the fact that she just had her brains screwed out for a couple of hours in a new and exciting way.
	“Though I don’t think you needed two whole hours to get the gist…” Tenebra muttered under her breath, before perking up somewhat. “Let’s do this again sometime!” Hex began to wobble towards the door at its glacial pace. “What? What do you mean you’re not interested? Was I not good enough? No, Hex! Don’t go! I can do all kinds of things to make it more exciting! Nooo!”