Shion | That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime - Fanart

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across Rimuru City, painting the bustling streets in hues of amber and rose. Within the opulent chambers of the Great Sage’s laboratory, a different kind of warmth simmered. Shion, her voluptuous form accentuated by the subtle shimmer of her dark attire, meticulously arranged vials and shimmering reagents on a pristine workbench. Her normally fierce concentration was tinged with a soft introspection, a quiet anticipation that hummed beneath her usual stoic demeanor. She was alone, yet the air felt charged, as if the very essence of her being was reaching out, yearning for something, someone.

Her thoughts drifted, as they often did lately, to Rimuru Tempest. Her Master. The one she served with unwavering devotion, the one whose approval she craved above all else. But lately, that devotion had begun to bloom into something deeper, more personal. A fluttering in her chest whenever he smiled, a blush that warmed her cheeks at his casual touch, a constant awareness of his presence that was both intoxicating and slightly terrifying. Tonight, however, a particular sense of longing had settled upon her. The usual clamor of the city outside felt distant, muted by the quiet desire that held her captive. Her fingers, usually so precise, fumbled slightly as she organized a set of delicate glass instruments, her mind replaying a recent, fleeting moment. A shared glance, a whispered word of praise after a particularly difficult dish she’d prepared, the way his eyes had lingered on her for just a moment too long. These were the sparks that ignited the smoldering embers of her hidden affections.

Shion’s ample bosom rose and fell with a soft sigh. She traced the rim of a crystal beaker, her reflection a fleeting glimpse of crimson eyes and a determined, yet vulnerable, expression. Her signature voluminous black hair, usually a cascade of obsidian silk, was pulled back loosely, revealing the elegant curve of her neck. The simple tunic she wore, though modest, did little to conceal the generous swell of her breasts, a testament to her unique, almost divine, physiology. She found herself absently smoothing down the fabric, a gesture born of an unconscious desire to appear her most alluring, though she knew, in the logical part of her mind, that Rimuru saw her as a loyal subordinate, a capable aide. Yet, the heart, especially Shion’s, was not always bound by logic.

A soft rap at the laboratory door shattered the contemplative silence. Shion’s heart leaped into her throat, a sudden, frantic flutter. Could it be? She smoothed her tunic again, a nervous tremor running through her. “Enter,” she called out, her voice a little huskier than usual.

The door opened, and there he stood. Rimuru Tempest, his blue hair a soft halo in the fading light, his golden eyes filled with their usual gentle warmth. He held a small, intricately carved wooden box in his hands. “Shion,” he said, his voice a melodic rumble that resonated deep within her, “I trust I am not disturbing you?”

Shion felt a wave of relief wash over her, quickly followed by a fresh surge of heat. “Not at all, Master,” she managed, her voice steadier this time, though her pulse throbbed a rapid rhythm against her ribs. She curtsied, her movements fluid and graceful, her chest shifting subtly with the motion, drawing Rimuru’s gaze for a fleeting instant before she straightened.

“I’ve… I’ve brought you something,” Rimuru explained, stepping further into the room. He held out the box. “It’s a gift. For your tireless efforts in managing the culinary division. You’ve been instrumental in maintaining the morale of our citizens.”

Shion’s breath hitched. A gift? For her? She reached out, her fingers brushing against his as she took the box. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her. The wood was smooth, cool beneath her touch, yet her skin felt strangely warm. She opened it, her eyes widening in surprise. Inside, nestled on a bed of deep velvet, lay a pair of exquisite silver earrings, shaped like delicate crescent moons, each adorned with a tiny, shimmering sapphire. They were breathtaking.

“Master… they are beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with genuine awe and a profound sense of gratitude. She looked up at him, her crimson eyes reflecting the wonder of the moment. The sincerity in his gaze, the genuine appreciation for her work, it was almost too much to bear. The romantic tension, so carefully nurtured in her heart, was now palpable, a silent, electric current between them.

“I’m glad you like them,” Rimuru said, a soft smile gracing his lips. He took a step closer, his gaze flicking to her face, then to the soft rise and fall of her chest. He seemed to notice her slight blush, the tremor in her hands as she clutched the box. “You’ve been working so hard, Shion. You deserve to be appreciated.”

Shion’s heart pounded a frantic tattoo against her ribs. His words, his proximity, it was all too much. The carefully constructed walls of her composure began to crumble. She felt a potent yearning stir within her, a desire that went beyond mere gratitude. She wanted more than his praise; she wanted his touch, his attention, his… affection. The air between them grew thick, charged with unspoken desires. The magnificent curves of her body, a constant source of pride and, at times, discomfort, now felt like a beacon, drawing his gaze, her ample breasts pressing softly against the fabric of her tunic, a silent invitation that she was too shy, yet too bold, to explicitly make.

“Master,” she began, her voice barely a whisper, her crimson eyes locked with his golden ones. She felt a boldness, fueled by the potent cocktail of gratitude and burgeoning desire, surge through her. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly, and gently touched his cheek. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her fingertips. Rimuru’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. He simply met her gaze, a hint of confusion, and perhaps something more, dancing in their depths.

“Your dedication is… truly admirable,” she continued, her voice growing stronger, her gaze unwavering. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the subtle scent of his presence, a calming yet invigorating aroma that always seemed to soothe her soul and ignite her senses. She traced the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lips. The romantic tension had reached a fever pitch, a fragile dam about to break.

Rimuru’s breath hitched. He seemed to be caught in a spell, his golden eyes fixed on her, reflecting the intensity of her gaze. He reached up, his hand covering hers, his touch sending a wave of exquisite sensation through her. “Shion…” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant plea. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to her lips, and then, with a decisive movement, he closed the small distance between them. His lips met hers, a soft, tentative exploration that quickly ignited into a passionate, hungry kiss. Shion responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself, her hands moving from his face to his shoulders, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his. The kiss deepened, a fervent expression of pent-up emotions, of unspoken desires finally finding their voice. Her ample breasts brushed against his chest, a sensation that sent shivers of pure pleasure through her. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound a testament to the overwhelming sensations flooding her senses.

When the kiss finally broke, both were breathless, their gazes locked, heavy with unspoken promises. Shion’s crimson eyes were wide and luminous, her lips slightly swollen from his kiss. “Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and lingering shyness. She felt a daring impulse take hold of her, a desire to push the boundaries, to explore this newfound intimacy. Her gaze drifted down to his lips, then to his chest, her eyes lingering on the gentle rise and fall of his attire, imagining what lay beneath. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She felt a profound sense of longing, a yearning to be closer, to feel his touch, his warmth, against her entire being.

“Shion,” Rimuru breathed, his voice husky with emotion. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. He saw the desire in her eyes, the unspoken plea, and he knew that the line between master and subordinate had irrevocably blurred. He leaned in again, his lips finding hers, and this time, there was no hesitation, no tentative exploration. It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated passion, a declaration of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Shion’s hands, no longer hesitant, moved to untie the sash of his tunic, her fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar fabric. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to experience the full intimacy of their connection. As the tunic loosened, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined chest, a soft gasp escaped her lips.

Shion pulled away slightly, her crimson eyes filled with a bold, intoxicating desire. “Master,” she purred, her voice a low, sensual growl that sent shivers down Rimuru’s spine. She reached up, her large hands gently caressing his chest, her touch sending ripples of pleasure through him. Her fingers, accustomed to the delicate handling of alchemical ingredients, now traced the contours of his muscles, discovering their strength and warmth. “You are… magnificent.” Her gaze then drifted lower, lingering on the bulge that strained against the fabric of his trousers. A blush, deeper than any she had ever experienced, crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks. The sight ignited a fierce, primal hunger within her. Her ample breasts, now slightly less concealed as her tunic shifted, seemed to swell with a newfound awareness, pressing insistently against the fabric, a testament to the potent arousal she felt. The sheer voluptuousness of her figure, a prominent feature that had always drawn attention, now felt like a weapon, a tool to express the depth of her passion.

Rimuru’s breath hitched. He was captivated by her boldness, by the raw, unfiltered desire in her eyes. He reached out, his hands gently finding the hem of her tunic, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled it upwards. Shion’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the cool air met her skin. As the fabric rose, it revealed the magnificent swell of her breasts, rising above the delicate lace of her undergarment, their considerable size and perfect roundness commanding attention. Rimuru’s golden eyes widened, a look of stunned admiration on his face. Shion felt a flush of shyness, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the intoxicating feeling of his gaze upon her. She met his eyes, a daring smile playing on her lips, and reached out, her hands finding the front of his trousers. With a determined tug, she unfastened them, her fingers eager to explore further. As his trousers loosened, revealing the hard evidence of his arousal, Shion let out a soft, breathless gasp. The sight ignited a fierce, almost predatory hunger within her.

“Shion,” Rimuru murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hands finding her waist, his touch sending shivers of pure bliss through her. He pulled her closer, her ample bosom pressing against his chest, the warmth and softness a breathtaking sensation. He looked into her crimson eyes, seeing a reflection of his own burgeoning desire. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, and Shion moaned, her head tilting back, exposing more of her exquisite form. Her hands moved with a newfound boldness, exploring the contours of his body, discovering the taut muscles beneath his skin. She let out a soft, breathy gasp as her fingers brushed against his hardening erection. The sheer power of it, the potent symbol of his desire for her, sent a jolt of raw, unadulterated lust through her. Her own body responded with an almost violent surge of arousal, her nipples hardening beneath her delicate undergarments, aching for his touch.

With a shared, unspoken understanding, they moved towards the laboratory’s private resting area, a plush, secluded alcove hidden behind a shimmering curtain. The dim light cast long, dancing shadows, creating an intimate, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Shion’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, a mixture of excitement and exhilarating trepidation swirling within her. Rimuru’s touch was gentle yet firm as he helped her shed the last vestiges of her attire, his golden eyes devouring the sight of her magnificent form. Her ample breasts, now fully revealed, were a sight of breathtaking beauty, their generous curves and perfectly round shape a testament to her unique nature. They seemed to beckon him, their sheer voluptuousness a powerful allure. Shion, usually so composed, felt a flush of shyness, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of intoxicating desire as Rimuru’s gaze lingered, his lips curling into a slow, appreciative smile.

“You are… incredible, Shion,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the soft curve of her breast. Shion moaned softly at his touch, her body arching instinctively towards him. The sensation was exquisite, a cascade of pleasure that sent shivers of pure bliss through her. Her large, firm breasts felt heavy in his hands, their warmth a stark contrast to the cool air of the laboratory. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, the exquisite feeling of his touch, the undeniable intimacy that now bound them. Her own hands, guided by an awakened primal instinct, moved to his waist, then upwards, caressing the taut muscles of his chest. She reveled in the texture of his skin, the strength of his form, her fingers becoming bolder, exploring the hard ridge of his erection that strained against his trousers.

“And you, Master,” she purred, her voice a low, sensual growl that sent a thrill of excitement through Rimuru. “You are… equally magnificent.” With a daring smile, she reached for the waistband of his trousers, her fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar fastenings. As his trousers loosened, revealing the impressive evidence of his arousal, a soft gasp escaped her lips. The sight ignited a fierce, almost overwhelming hunger within her. Her own body responded with an immediate and powerful surge of arousal, her nipples hardening and aching for his touch. The exquisite curve of her ample breasts seemed to swell with desire, pressing against his chest as she moved closer, their soft fullness a tantalizing invitation.

Rimuru’s breath hitched. He was utterly captivated by her boldness, by the raw, uninhibited desire in her crimson eyes. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, the heat and friction sending waves of exquisite sensation through them. He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, and Shion moaned softly, her head tilting back, exposing more of her magnificent form. Her large, perfect breasts now brushed against his chest, their warmth and softness a breathtaking revelation. Her hands, no longer hesitant, moved with a newfound purpose, exploring the contours of his body, discovering the taut muscles beneath his skin. She let out a soft, breathy gasp as her fingers brushed against his hardening erection. The sheer power of it, the potent symbol of his desire for her, sent a jolt of raw, unadulterated lust through her.

“Shion,” Rimuru murmured, his voice thick with a desire that mirrored her own. He gently pushed her back onto the plush cushions of the resting area, his golden eyes never leaving hers. Her ample breasts, now free from the constraints of her clothing, spilled forth in all their voluptuous glory, their perfect roundness and generous size a breathtaking sight. He reached out, his hands gently cupping them, his thumbs caressing their sensitive peaks. Shion moaned, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, her body arching into his touch. The sensation was almost unbearable, a potent mix of exquisite pleasure and overwhelming need. She felt a surge of possessiveness, a desire to fully surrender to him, to experience the culmination of their unspoken desires.

“I… I want you, Master,” Shion whispered, her voice trembling with the force of her emotions. The words, once unthinkable, now tumbled out of her with a raw, uninhibited honesty. She reached up, her hands finding his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her touch filled with a reverence that went beyond mere admiration. Her large breasts, still heavy with arousal, pressed enticingly against his chest, their warmth a palpable invitation. Rimuru responded to her confession with a primal urgency, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was deeper, more passionate, than any before. His hands moved down her body, his touch igniting a trail of fire across her skin. He explored the lush landscape of her ample curves, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of her belly, then dipping lower. Shion gasped, her body trembling as his touch became more intimate, more insistent. She felt herself losing control, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their connection. Her crimson eyes, now clouded with passion, met his golden ones, a silent acknowledgment of the profound shift in their relationship. This was no longer about master and subordinate; this was about two souls, entwined in a dance of raw, unadulterated desire.

Rimuru’s touch was both reverent and intensely passionate as he explored Shion’s magnificent body. Her ample breasts, the source of her unique allure, were a focal point of his fascination. He cupped them in his large hands, his thumbs caressing their sensitive peaks, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. Shion’s body arched into his touch, her crimson eyes fluttering closed in a blissful surrender. The scent of her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating perfume, filled the air, further fueling his desire. He lowered his head, his lips finding the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, and Shion gasped, a shudder running through her as his tongue traced exquisite patterns on her skin. Her hands, no longer shy, moved with a bold urgency, caressing his back, his sides, exploring every inch of his muscular form. She felt a powerful urge to be closer, to experience the ultimate union, and her fingers fumbled with the remnants of his attire.

Rimuru, sensing her growing impatience, met her halfway, his own desire a roaring inferno. He gently pushed her onto her back, the plush cushions yielding beneath her. Shion let out a soft cry of anticipation as he positioned himself above her, his golden eyes filled with a raw, animalistic hunger that both thrilled and intimidated her. Her ample breasts, now fully exposed to the dim light, seemed to pulse with desire, their generous curves a captivating sight. Rimuru’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, his lips curling into a slow, appreciative smile, before he lowered his head, his tongue tasting the sweet nectar of her skin. Shion’s body convulsed with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she strained against him. She felt an overwhelming urge to take him, to possess him, to explore the depths of their shared passion. Her hands moved with a newfound daring, guiding him, urging him closer. As he entered her, a soft moan escaped her lips. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced, a perfect melding of two beings, a culmination of unspoken desires. The size and heat of him filled her completely, a profound sense of rightness washing over her. Their bodies moved together, a rhythmic dance of passion, each thrust sending waves of exquisite pleasure through them both. Shion’s crimson eyes were locked with his golden ones, a silent testament to the intensity of their connection. She felt herself spiraling towards an climax, a release that promised to be as overwhelming as it was profound. Her voice, usually so controlled, was now a series of breathless moans and whispered pleas as their bodies moved in perfect sync. The sheer size and power of Rimuru within her was intoxicating, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her ample breasts, heavy with arousal, bounced and swayed with each thrust, a testament to the wild abandon of their embrace. She cried out his name, a raw, guttural sound that echoed in the intimate space, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, pulling her into a vortex of pure, unadulterated bliss. Rimuru’s own release came soon after, a deep groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he found his own climax within her. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison, the lingering sensations of their passionate encounter a testament to the profound connection they had forged.

As the last vestiges of their climax subsided, a sense of profound contentment settled over them. Shion’s crimson eyes fluttered open, meeting Rimuru’s golden gaze, which now held a tenderness that surpassed mere affection. Her ample breasts, still heavy and warm, rested against his chest, a comfortable weight that spoke of intimacy and shared pleasure. Her breath still came in ragged gasps, but a soft, satisfied smile played on her lips. She felt utterly cherished, completely adored. Rimuru gently stroked her hair, his touch conveying a silent promise, a deeper understanding that had bloomed between them in the quiet aftermath of their passionate encounter. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her temple, a soft kiss that spoke volumes of his feelings. “Shion,” he murmured, his voice still husky with lingering desire. “That was… extraordinary.”

Shion’s heart swelled with an emotion so profound it brought tears to her eyes. She nestled closer to him, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body, a comforting solace. “Master,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “It was… everything I had ever dreamed of.” She traced the lines of his jaw, her touch now filled with a gentle reverence. The fear and apprehension that had once held her captive had been replaced by a deep, unwavering sense of belonging. Her devotion to him, once a dutiful service, had now blossomed into a love that was both passionate and profound. She felt a sense of peace she had never known, a quiet joy that settled deep within her soul. Her ample, magnificent form felt not like a burden, but like a vessel of pure adoration, ready to offer herself completely to the one she loved. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky outside, casting a soft, hopeful glow across the laboratory, Shion knew that their journey together had only just begun, a journey bound by passion, respect, and a love that had been forged in the crucible of an unforgettable night.