The Ballad of the Slime and Elven: 16
After dying via Fiat, Monica Russo wakes up as an immortal elven in a fantasy world—with a sassy RPG System, awkward powers, and a rubber chicken for a weapon. Teaming up with Rimuru Tempest, she stumbles through monsters, magic, and misadventures as she learns how to be a true main character.
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Chapter 16: The Question
The days in the newly named capital of Rimurith were rarely boring. First, a delegation of Demon Lord Carion arrived in the city. But it wasn’t a friendly visit. Phobio the Black Leopard Fang, one of the Three Beastketeers, acted like a giant dick, let’s be real. So Aerith had been glad when Milim smashed his stupid face in.
Then, delegations from the Kingdom of Blumund and the Kingdom of Falmuth arrived, bringing old and new faces to Tempest. At least they acted civilly. They wanted to make their own picture of the monster nation, which wasn’t a problem for the monarchs.
No, this was all easy to handle. What made Rimuru flip out internally was his plan for Aerith. It was time, he was sure, and he hoped with all his soul his beloved felt the same. Rimuru would ask for her hand in marriage.
The diplomatic dinner had finally concluded, leaving Rimuru with a singular, terrifying objective. Once the last envoy had departed, he retreated to his private office, paced three times, and then—feeling his nerves spike—called for an emergency meeting.
The room filled quickly. Shuna and Arisu arrived first, eyes sparkling with sudden intuition, followed by the Kijin trio, and even a slightly confused-looking Gobta, who had been dragged along by Rigurd.
"We need a secret operation," Rimuru announced, leaning over his desk, his slime-self currently shifted into his most earnest human form. "Code name: Operation Forever."
"A banquet?" Arisu asked, though she already knew better.
"No," Rimuru said, taking a breath. "A proposal. I want to ask Aerith to marry me, and I want it to be perfect. Something that shows how much this nation—and her—mean to me."
The room erupted into controlled chaos. Benimaru looked uncharacteristically thrilled, immediately volunteering the best spot in the forest for a private setting, while Shuna began listing logistical requirements for a specialised, intimate dinner that would be "strictly off-limits to everyone."
"I shall prepare the finest silks for her gown," Shuna declared, already mentally sketching designs. “I will ask Christina to help design the perfect engagement gown!”
"I can arrange for the security perimeter," Souei added, his shadow-clones already calculating the safest, most romantic route to the clearing.
Even the Great Sage—or rather, the presence in his mind—felt a rare hint of support. « Analysis: Suggesting the inclusion of light-based atmospheric magic for ambient romantic lighting, » the voice echoed in his head. « And perhaps excluding Shion from the cooking process entirely. »
Rimuru let out a small, relieved laugh. As his friends began to argue—politely—over the best way to craft the perfect moment, the crushing weight of the diplomatic week vanished. For the first time in a long time, the King of Tempest wasn't worried about trade deals or monster politics. He was just a guy, standing with his family, planning the most important question he would ever ask.
"It’s going to be perfect," Rimuru murmured, catching Benimaru’s determined grin. He knew with Aerith by his side, the future wasn't just safe—it was going to be theirs.
The planning session in the office continued, the air buzzing with a mixture of professional duty and genuine, heartwarming excitement. Rimuru felt his shoulders relax as his friends leaned into their roles, their individual strengths becoming the pillars of his romantic scheme.
"If the dinner is to be truly intimate," Shuna added, her eyes narrowing in thoughtful concentration as she tapped her chin, "we must ensure no atmospheric magic disturbs the quiet. I shall oversee the placement of the sound-dampening wards, and I’ll ensure the table is set with the most elegant of our locally crafted porcelain."
"And the food," Benimaru interjected, shooting a knowing look toward the door. "I’ll handle the kitchen logistics personally. I'll make sure Shion is... adequately occupied with a secondary, non-edible task far away from the preparation area."
A collective, relieved sigh went through the room at that suggestion, even from the Great Sage within Rimuru’s mind. « Analysis: Agreed. The probability of a successful proposal increases by 98% if Shion is not involved in the culinary process, » the cool, analytical voice confirmed, earning a quiet chuckle from Arisu.
Gobta, who had been listening with wide, slightly confused eyes, raised a hand timidly. "Um, Master? If you need someone to run supplies to the clearing without anyone noticing, I can do it! I can move fast, and I’m pretty good at staying quiet when I want to be."
Rimuru smiled warmly at the hobgoblin. "I’d appreciate that, Gobta. Your speed might be the key to keeping this a surprise."
As the plan solidified, the initial panic that had gripped Rimuru began to fade, replaced by a steady, glowing warmth. He looked around his office—at his Kijin, at the dedicated staff of his nation—and realised he wasn't just planning a proposal; he was sharing a part of his life with the people who had helped build his world from the ground up.
"Thank you, all of you," Rimuru said, his voice quiet but firm. "I’ve spent a lot of time as a king, focusing on the survival of this nation and the well-being of our citizens. But tonight, I’m just Rimuru. And I want the person who has been by my side through all of it to know exactly what she means to me."
He stepped away from his desk, the weight of the throne room feeling much lighter.
"Let's make this happen. For Aerith."
With a series of determined nods, his friends dispersed to begin their secret work. As the room emptied, Rimuru remained behind for a moment, looking out toward the balcony. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling capital of Rimurith. The future, for once, didn't feel like a series of political hurdles. It felt like a promise. He took a deep, steadying breath, his heart racing with a mix of nervous energy and pure anticipation for the night to come.
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Something is going on, Aerith just knows it.
Milim tries way too hard to act like her normal childish self, while grinning like she knows an awesome secret. Arisu is the delightful maid, but Aerith caught her dapping her eyes. Then Shion and Shuna, who are dolling her up with Christina, as if a grand ball is happening.
It certainly isn’t. She would know as the queen.
“You’re hiding something from me,” Aerith states bluntly, making all beside Milim chuckle nervously.
“We just wanna make you extra pretty for Rimuru!” Milim chirps, her legs kicking excitedly from her seat. “Is that not what you do when you go on dates?”
“I suppose…”
Still, something is going on! All are acting way too strangely.
“Pucker your lips, Your Majesty.” Shuna hums as she delicately paints Aerith's lips a ruby red.
Aerith sighs, though she can’t suppress the fluttering sensation in her chest—not just from the pampering, but from the electric energy filling the room. Shuna’s focus is absolute, her movements precise and elegant as she finishes the final touches on Aerith’s look.
“There,” Shuna says, pulling back to admire her work with a satisfied smile. “You look radiant, Your Majesty. Rimuru will… well, he will certainly be speechless.”
“That is the goal, isn’t it?” Aerith teases, standing up and smoothing the folds of her gown. It is exquisite—crafted from the finest Tempest silks, light and ethereal, shimmering with a soft, iridescent glow that catches the lantern light.
Milim leaps from her chair, her wings fluttering with barely contained energy. “Done! Done! Come on, we have to go! We can’t keep Rimuru waiting, he’s probably pacing holes in the floorboards already!”
“Milim, slow down,” Arisu says with a gentle, knowing laugh, steering the impulsive Dragonoid toward the door. “We have to ensure the Queen reaches the designated area exactly when the schedule dictates. Security and pacing are paramount.”
Aerith stops, her brow furrowing slightly as she eyes the group. “A schedule? For a walk in the forest? You are all acting like we are preparing for a summit with the Western Nations.”
“It is a very important occasion,” Shion says smoothly, offering her arm to escort Aerith out. “One that requires the utmost precision.”
“Have a wonderful evening, my queen!” Christina can barely keep her sob in as she waves them out of her shop.
Okay, if this is not sus, then Aerith doesn’t know.
It doesn’t help that Rimurith transformed while they were in Christina's shop. Magical fairy lights float around, the streets are full of roses and cherry blossoms, Aerith's favourite flowers, soft, eternal music is playing, and during their walk to the meeting point with Rimuru, the citizens wave at Aerith, cry in happiness and send her away with words of love and admiration.
Also, System is very quiet, and even Great Sage isn’t offering any answers to the elven queen.
“You leave me here, Your Majesty,” Shion whispers, bowing deeply before slipping away into the shadows with the rest of the girls.
Aerith is left alone at the edge of a clearing she recognises well. It is a spot Rimuru often takes her to when they want to escape the noise of the city—a private sanctuary beneath the ancient, towering trees. But tonight, it looks different. A table, small and elegant, is set for two in the centre, bathed in the soft glow of the floating lights.
And standing near the edge of the clearing, his back to her, is Rimuru. He is still in his human form, but he is uncharacteristically still. Even from here, she can see the slight, rhythmic tension in his shoulders—the way he holds himself with a stiff, anxious grace.
The digital chime of System echoes in her mind, her voice unusually subdued. [Oh, look at that. The boss is malfunctioning. Shall I initiate a 'Confidence Boost' protocol?]
Aerith ignores the internal commentary, her heart starting to race in synchronisation with the quiet thrum of the forest. She takes a tentative step forward, the soft fabric of her gown rustling against the grass.
“Rimuru?” she calls out softly.
Rimuru freezes. He turns around slowly, his golden eyes wide, reflecting the ambient light. For a heartbeat, he doesn't say anything; he just stares, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of her. He looks less like the King of a monster nation and more like a nervous boy on the verge of the biggest decision of his life.
“Aerith,” he murmurs, his voice dropping its usual casual tone for an intense, grounded earnestness. He steps closer, his movements slightly hesitant before he recovers his composure, a soft, loving smile spreading across his face as he reaches out to take both of her hands in his.
“You look… You look incredible.”
“And you look very dashing.” Aerith purrs, eyeing her boyfriend hungrily. That black suit with the red tie and his hair in a ponytail makes her feel hot inside.
Normally, Rimuru jumps formally into her heat with his own, and Aerith would be naked and thoroughly pleasured right here under the starlight sky, but surprisingly, her boyfriend just blushes and fidgets a bit.
Huh?
“Erm, baby, erm…” he actually stutters under Aerith's astonishment. “Eat! Yes! Food! Arisu made us a fine dinner?! Are you hungry?”
Aerith blinks, not expecting this, before she chuckles softly. “I could eat.”
“Awesome! Me too, here lemme!”
Like a gentleman, he helps her to her seat before he nearly stumbles to his, making Aerith giggle more.
“Okay, okay! We are here, and here is also food! Awesome!”
“You’re saying awesome a tad too much, Blueberry.” Aerith teases lovingly, and Rimuru rub his neck in embarrassment.
“I do?” he squeaks. “Urgh, I don’t do it on purpose.”
“I know, darling, I was just teasing a bit.”
Loving Aerith takes his hand, rubbing over his knuckles.
“Why are you so nervous, Ri? It’s just us, just me?”
“Just you? You’re my goddess, that’s reason enough to be nervous!” he points out passionately.
A lovely blush forms on Aerith's cheeks, and she leans forward to give him a kiss.
“I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, licking along his upper lip, and is surprised as once again Rimuru doesn’t jump at the chance to be naughty.
No, he just keeps the kiss soft and gentle.
“I love you more.”
“You always say that.”
“'Cause it’s true.”
“Debateble.”
The couple laughs like mischief children together.
Finally, Rimuru nervs calm down, and they enjoy their dinner. They talk about anything and nothing, what comes to mind and what they never said to anyone else. They knew the others won’t judge them, be there for them and accept them.
Dessert is an amazing chocolate cake, Aerith's favourite dessert and finally Rimuru makes her sit on his lap. While eating the delicious cake, they share kisses in between, and Rimuru gently rubs her pussy, making his beloved mewl and keeping her desire at a constant level.
Aerith is in her personal heaven. The taste of chocolate and Rimuru on her lips, her beloved hands playing with her most intimate part and his sweet, filthy words in her ear are making her ready to just climax on the spot.
“You’re so warm and wet, baby. Always so ready for me, aren’t ya?” Rimuru murmurs while he kisses behind her ear. “My pretty girl, my perfect girl. Mmh, I just wanna lay you down on this table and sink into your warmth.”
Normally, Rimuru adds how soon he will do it, while slipping a finger inside her, but tonight Aerith gasps in surprise as she feels something on her behind. Something burning hot and hard.
“Wha…?” she gasps out and gently rubs against it, making Rimuru surprisingly hiss, one of his hands holding her by her hip, while the hand on her pussy rubs harder.
“Careful, baby.” Rimuru groans. “I’m going to cum into these nice pants if you keep doing that.”
It takes the elven beauty a few seconds before she realises what is going on.
“Is that…?!” she whisper-shouts, cupping his smirking face. “Is that what I think it is?!”
“Mmh? What do you think it is, baby?” Rimuru growls, nipping her jaw, making her mewl.
“You know! Don’t tease me! You did it?!”
“Well, me, Great Sage and System. I had to endure their snarky comments, but yep, I’m not sexless anymore.”
The grin Rimuru gives her is devastatingly beautiful, and Aerith just hugs him tight, showering his face in kisses.
“Oh my god, oh my god! Let’s go home, home, home!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Rimuru laughs, pulling the already standing up Aerith back before she races back to their house. “This dinner was actually supposed for something else and not me gaining a dick. We got sidetracked.”
“Mmh? What can be possible be better than us finally making love?” Aerith wonders, blinking cutely.
“This.”
Elegant Rimuru goes to one knee before his beloved Aerith, holding a hand in his, smiling up at her shocked face.
“Aerith Tempest. Long ago, I gave you my name, which marked us as a team and started our journey together. This year with you has been the happiest in both my lives. I love you in a way that scares me, because losing you would simply kill me. But I would rather be death, then not be by your side. You know I’m not very good at making speeches, but you’re not only my soulmate, but you’re the reason I want to be a better slime any day to be worthy of a goddess like you. I think that’s really beautiful. You made me a better person just by staying with me, by showing me kindness and love. Aerith, Monica, I ask both sides of you, as Rimuru and Saturo, will you marry me? Will you be mine forever?”
Poor Aerith's mouth is on the floor, while big tears fall from her eyes. She is utterly speechless. Never, as Monica dared she to hope to be asked this, now, as Aerith, the possibility had been there, but she thought Rimuru would ask maybe in a few years, when things had settled more.
This shows her how eager he is to truly begin a life with her.
“Rimuru…” she chokes out, trying to say beautiful words back to him, but she is a mess. So she only utters one word. “Yes!”
A wave of relief and pure happiness washes over Rimuru. He lets out a shaky laugh, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. He stands, lifting Aerith to her feet, and sweeps her into a tight embrace. For a moment, time seems to stop—just the two of them, lost in each other.
Rimuru gently takes her hand, slipping a delicate ring onto her finger. It glimmers in the light, a perfect fit. "Thank you, Aerith. For saying yes. For being you. For giving me a home."
Aerith looks at the ring, then at Rimuru, her heart full. "As long as we’re together, anywhere is home."
The two stand together, surrounded by love, ready to face whatever the future holds—side by side.
Suddenly, fireworks explode in the sky, surprising the couple, and from all sides their friends appear, shouting and celebrating hard.
“Did you plan this?” Aerith laughs.
“Nah.” Rimuru smirks, hugging her tight. “Seems like our friends couldn’t stop themselves.”
“Damn right, we couldn’t!” Milim shouts, racing up to them and hugging her best friends. “That’s your engagement party!”
“We’re so happy for you, your Majesties!” Arisu cried, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“One of the most beautiful marriage proposals I overheard!” Shuna also cries, holding onto Arisu.
“This reminds me of when I asked my dear wife!” Rigurd wails manly, his son patting his shoulder. “You can clearly feel the love of our king and queen!”
“Congratulations, Lord and Lady Tempest.” Benimaru smiles, with Souei bowing in respect before them.
“Yeah, let’s party!” Gobta shouts from a appearin table and trankard raisend into the air. “To the best masters around, Rimuru and Aerith. Happy marriage!”
“Hear, hear!” all shout.
Then Shion appears with….maybe a cake? No one is sure, but everyone is nearly pissing their pants seeing this thing let out a screech from the depths of hell.
“I made a special cake to celebrate! I put all my love for Lord Rimuru and Lady Aerith in it!” Shion declares proudly.
Aerith and Rimuru find each other's eyes and sign. Hopeful they can survive this food to actually get married!
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The engagement party is still going strong, as Aerith and Rimuru decide to retire for the night. It is time now for their own intime celebration. Something they have long waited for.
The moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft, silvery glow over the bed where they lie side by side. The air is thick with a heavy, charged tension that makes the very atmosphere feel weighted. Both of them are acutely aware of the proximity of the other, the heat radiating from their bodies creating a private microclimate of warmth. Aerith's heart hammers against her ribs like a trapped bird, her breath coming in shallow, uneven puffs as she stares at the ceiling, her mind racing with a mixture of trepidation and intense longing.
Rimuru lies on his side, facing her, his gaze fixed upon the soft contours of her face. He feels a knot of nervous energy tightening in his stomach, a sensation he has never experienced quite so intensely before. The silence between them is not empty; it is heavy with the unsaid, laden with the weight of their shared anticipation. He reaches out a hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he hesitates in the space between them, wondering if he should bridge the gap or wait for her to lead the way.
"Are you... nervous?" Rimuru finally whispers, his voice barely a breath in the quiet room. The sound of his voice breaks the spell of silence, causing Aerith to turn her head toward him. Her eyes meet his, and in that shared glance, the vulnerability of their situation is laid bare. They are both standing on the precipice of something profound, stepping away from the innocence of their past into a world of physical intimacy that they have only imagined.
Aerith offers a small, shy smile, her cheeks flushing a soft pink under the moonlight. "A little," she admits, her voice trembling just as much as his hands. "But it's a good kind of nervous. With you, it will be perfect, I just know." She reaches out, her fingers grazing his forearm, her engagement ring twinkling in the moonlight, a tentative touch that sends a jolt of electricity through both of them. The contact is light, almost feather-like, yet it feels monumental in the stillness of the night.
Rimuru finds his courage in her honesty, his hand moving to cover hers, lacing their fingers together. His skin feels electric against hers, a sudden surge of warmth blooming where they touch. "Me too," he murmured, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in a slow, soothing motion. "I've never felt like this before. It's like everything else has just faded away, and it's just... us."
The tension in the room shifts, transitioning from a nervous uncertainty into a simmering, sweet heat. As they lie there, entwined by their hands and their shared breath, the world outside their bedroom seems to cease to exist. There is only the rhythmic sound of their breathing and the mounting desire that pulls them closer, drawing them toward the inevitable collision of skin and soul.
Rimuru slowly shifts his weight, moving closer until the heat of his body is pressing against her side. He reaches out with his free hand, his fingertips tracing the line of her jaw with a reverence that borders on the sacred. Every touch feels heightened, every sensation amplified by the sheer novelty of the intimacy they are sharing. Aerith lets out a soft, shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into his touch, her skin tingling wherever his fingers roam. The air between them seems to thicken, growing heavy with a sweet, aching need that makes her heart race even faster.
He leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that is tentative at first, a mere ghost of a sensation. It is a question, a silent plea for permission, and when she responds by tilting her head back and deepening the contact, the answer is clear. The kiss grows more certain, more hungry, as the initial shyness begins to melt into a primal yearning. Aerith's hands find their way to his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his skin as she pulls him closer, desperate to close every millimetre of space that remains between them.
As the kiss deepens, the world around them seems to dissolve entirely. There is no room, no moonlight, no past; there is only the taste of each other and the rhythmic thrum of two hearts beating in unison. Rimuru's hand slides from her jaw down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him so that she can feel the strength of his frame and the heat of his body. A soft moan escapes Aerith's throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that vibrates through both of them.
The vulnerability of their shared first time is not a burden, but a bridge. Every touch is a discovery, every gasp a revelation. As they move together under the silvery glow of the moon, the innocence of their connection transforms into a burning passion, a slow-burning fire that promises to consume them both in the most beautiful way possible.
The heat between them intensifies, a feverish intensity that makes the air feel thick and heavy. Rimuru's hands, guided by a newfound instinct, begin to roam more boldly, tracing the curves of Aerith's waist and the swell of her hips. Everywhere his skin meets hers, a trail of liquid fire follows, leaving her breathless and gasping for air. Aerith responds in kind, her hands sliding down his back, her nails lightly grazing his skin to elicit soft, stifled groans from his throat. The vulnerability of their nakedness is no longer a source of shyness, but a catalyst for a raw, unbridled connection.
As they move together, the friction of their bodies creates a mounting tension that feels as though it might shatter the very silence of the room. Rimuru leans down, his lips finding the sensitive column of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. Aerith arches her back, her head falling back into the pillow as a low, melodic moan escapes her lips. The sensation is overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to drown her senses. She feels as though she is floating, suspended in a sea of pure sensation where the only reality is the weight of his body and the rhythmic pulse of their shared desire.
The intimacy deepens as they lose themselves in the dance of skin on skin. Every touch is a revelation, every gasp a testament to the intensity of their bond. There is no hesitation left, only the primal, driving need to be as close as humanly possible. As the climax of their passion nears, the world seems to narrow down to the point where their bodies meet, a singular focus of heat and electricity.
When the release finally comes, it is a violent, beautiful explosion of sensation that leaves them both trembling and spent, clinging to one another in the quiet aftermath, their hearts beating a frantic, synchronised rhythm against their ribs.
They lay still, intervinend, for an eternity it seems, before Rimuru let’s out a soft laugh, kissing behind Aeriths ear.
“Fuck! Now, I know why people love sex…this was transcendent!”
Aerith joins his laugh, nuzzling against his temple. “That was a perfect first time. I don’t know how we managed to come together or at all, but we did it!”
“I was close a few times, I swear,” Rimuru admits, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I think it helped that my cock wasn’t that sensitive or I would have nutted way too soon!”
“So, you still need to work on it?” Aerith ask, her head title cutely.
“Yeah. I’m sure we have better data now to get the optimal result, but baby, what about you? You aren’t hurt or?”
“I bit raw, but in a good way. But…”
“But?”
“Maybe you can make your cock girthy? It felt amazing when I felt full.”
“Noted, baby. So…?”
“Again?”
“Yes?”
“Oh yeah!”
Eagerly, Aerith smashes her lips against Rimuru, who welcomes her into his mouth with his tongue, while his cock, still buried in her pussy starts to get hard again.
They have a whole long life together ahead of them to get it perfectly right.~
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